tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385222872011-12-19T22:57:25.299ZEste Blog destina-se a distrair-me nos meus momentos de algum lazer... Como sabem, deixei de postar há mais um menos um ano, pois a minha vida não me permitia, mas agora que estou mais livre, não deixarei de alimentar o Blog e comentar nos Blogs que se dignarem visitar-me. Estou muito sozinha e gostaria que me visitassem! Sejam bem vindos!Vou fazer o possível para também vos visitar! Muito obrigada a todos os que por aqui passarem.Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-7748956385181525082011-11-02T14:22:00.001Z2011-11-02T14:26:38.761Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-On64v4uOboY/TrFSFi2AemI/AAAAAAAAAIo/76L3GZmBPgk/s1600/flores%2Bazuis%2B2.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-On64v4uOboY/TrFSFi2AemI/AAAAAAAAAIo/76L3GZmBPgk/s400/flores%2Bazuis%2B2.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><br /><strong>Este intenso azul que me cerca de flores<br />rosácea inatingível do ser,<br />langores de terra tocando os céus,<br />lágrima doce,<br />benção de Deus<br /><br />Por ti suspiro,<br />deste saber, preciso<br />por onde andarás nos altos céus?<br />será que atingiste a presença amada de Deus?<br />Oro por isso, por isso choro,<br />espero a compaixão de pai<br />que vem dos céus!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-774895638518152508?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-36685115080788663252011-05-21T20:48:00.001Z2011-05-21T20:50:30.235Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uv5mfyGSUw/TdglIP34dJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FEqJq5rwHts/s1600/Imagem26.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uv5mfyGSUw/TdglIP34dJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FEqJq5rwHts/s400/Imagem26.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><br /><p align="center"><strong>Afinal eu e esta imagens temos muitas coisas em comum...<br />Andamos sempre num equilibrio instável...</strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-3668511508078866325?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-17816238165841278952011-05-21T20:43:00.001Z2011-05-21T20:47:13.544Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49Go-tddEUI/Tdgj9tDE0mI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TY3huGElGag/s1600/Imagem5.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49Go-tddEUI/Tdgj9tDE0mI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TY3huGElGag/s400/Imagem5.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><br /><p align="center"><strong>Despida de tudo,<br />olhando por dentro de mim<br />existem pontos de discordia<br />entre o meu coração e a minha mente<br />O primeiro pede-me que me exalte<br />mas a minha mente aconselha-me prudência...<br />E fico pensando em ti...</strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-1781623816584127895?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-39166181595781390272011-03-11T17:58:00.001Z2011-03-11T18:01:31.050Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPyQrbXbK3Y/TXpi4nruj4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/RYyD2lAmZOI/s1600/65%2B-%2BFLORES%2BCOLORIDAS2111.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPyQrbXbK3Y/TXpi4nruj4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/RYyD2lAmZOI/s400/65%2B-%2BFLORES%2BCOLORIDAS2111.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Deste-me um ramo de rosas</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ramo de todas as cores,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Deste um ramo de rosas,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">que ainda guardo com amor...</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Estão secas - mudou a côr...</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">mas quando olho para elas,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">ainda lembro,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">O nosso amor...</span></em></strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-3916618159578139027?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-21523156680624081412011-03-11T17:52:00.002Z2011-03-11T17:57:24.745Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wis69Tz7AB4/TXphbN652qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SABkCoLrdDA/s1600/mar%2B1.jpg"></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIVKCSdph0E/TXphbzQ-kwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h4f9rxD07o0/s1600/mar4.jpg"></a></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EDKJSfiMzaA/TXphcCzErfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Zpe1oUMsh9A/s1600/mar5.jpg"></a></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6PVzeqwy1s/TXphc_sIGiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aRnvGGpvi1U/s1600/mar6.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6PVzeqwy1s/TXphc_sIGiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aRnvGGpvi1U/s400/mar6.jpg" /></a> </div><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Lembranças das águas que dantes navegávamos...</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Eram belos os tempos das nossas tenras idades em que </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#990000;">calcorreando terras e tragando mares, saqueta às costas, iamos ficando maravilhados com o mundo que então nos rodeava.<br /></p></span></strong><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3l3qMyRCxU/TXphdGplE-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/xgcRYAlgmbY/s1600/mar7.jpg"></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZeU40NfXwI/TXphfPPy3tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sGugEA8NLs4/s1600/mar11.jpg"></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-2152315668062408141?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-56367586575450241552011-03-11T17:46:00.001Z2011-03-11T17:50:14.406Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49-lnhsP7a4/TXpgBkPUk4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZjDRLKcAUG8/s1600/Imagem9.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49-lnhsP7a4/TXpgBkPUk4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZjDRLKcAUG8/s400/Imagem9.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong><em>Caminho por um carreiro de flores amarelas que desprendem um perfume doce,<br />lembram-me de ti, dos teus beijos e abraços,<br />Lembro-me de ti, de como partiste e eu fiquei assim sozinha...<br />Assim, olho o amarelo permente das flores e envio-te um beijo de amor...</em></strong> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-5636758657545024155?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-21994572231331169042011-03-07T19:26:00.001Z2011-03-07T19:29:19.766Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKSZ9e0Jp2g/TXUxbonjGoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sQTH7Gmknow/s1600/rosa%252Crosa.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKSZ9e0Jp2g/TXUxbonjGoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sQTH7Gmknow/s400/rosa%252Crosa.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Com as mais belas rosas do meu jardim encantado<br />plantarei ecos de ternura para embalar o teu sonho...</em></strong> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-2199457223133116904?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-36640145446668102442011-03-07T19:20:00.002Z2011-03-07T19:24:32.269Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27wlnTyy0jk/TXUwDBQCMRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CbBgB-ugRh0/s1600/z-flores5.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27wlnTyy0jk/TXUwDBQCMRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CbBgB-ugRh0/s400/z-flores5.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">De todas as flores que conheço,<br />a mais linda flôr és tu,<br />és lindo, meu amor pequenino;<br />o teu riso alegre e cristalino<br />ilumina a minha alma<br />e a tua imagem está presentemente em mim<br />como uma promessa de futuro!</span></strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-3664014544666810244?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-41208612266225601782010-04-18T14:09:00.001Z2010-04-18T14:12:15.333Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S8sSsE8a_5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CM0l4ZD4OU8/s1600/boca%2Bziper1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 219px" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S8sSsE8a_5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CM0l4ZD4OU8/s400/boca%2Bziper1.jpg" width="362" height="176" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Não tentes amordaçar o meu ser,</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">pois sou livre e livre ficarei...</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Não tentes amordaçar a minha alma,</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">pois a minha alma é livre</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">e voará para as paragens</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">que desejar...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-4120861226622560178?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-60463687041614244632010-04-13T18:00:00.002Z2010-04-13T18:04:22.523Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S8SxRye6y0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/T6wVPfuvLTU/s1600/paketiki_02.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S8SxRye6y0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/T6wVPfuvLTU/s400/paketiki_02.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Deixa-me morder esse grito</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">com a raiva que sinto em mim,</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Deixa que te olhe desta maneira</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">para que te esqueça,</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">para que o que dói adormeça</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">para que o meu sonho amanheça!</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">(Marianita)</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-6046368704161424463?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-70589154638748287742010-03-21T23:16:00.001Z2010-03-23T15:12:28.208Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S6aosoA461I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zxaaQf37-8Q/s1600-h/bal%C3%A3o.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S6aosoA461I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zxaaQf37-8Q/s400/bal%C3%A3o.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">às vezes sinto-me assim...</span></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">a vaguear num balão...</span></strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-7058915463874828774?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-58194503302348257222010-03-11T18:21:00.002Z2010-03-11T18:25:42.082Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S5k0oxERiII/AAAAAAAAAFc/RSeHIQmKoKo/s1600-h/Imagem2.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S5k0oxERiII/AAAAAAAAAFc/RSeHIQmKoKo/s400/Imagem2.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Neste final de tarde de regresso,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">longe do ruido espesso e fundo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">aguardo o teu estar, o teu começo</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">esperando neste princípio </span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">um amor profundo.</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Não sei se por ti espero somente</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">por ti ou talvez por mim,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">quem sabe então,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Aguardo e desaguardo</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">o teu chegar,</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Com esperança feita coração...</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-5819450330234825722?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-63703119708067844432010-03-11T18:14:00.001Z2010-03-11T18:19:35.938Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S5kzIvXdjCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yz_W1h614zE/s1600-h/Imagem24.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S5kzIvXdjCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yz_W1h614zE/s400/Imagem24.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>E assim somos hoje sombras daquilo que fomos um dia...</strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Cabisbaixos, enfrentamos a cidade,</strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>ninguém consegue contar as nossas rugas,</strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>frutos de uma vida de cansaço...</strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Sombras na rua que por nós passa,</strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Nós que passamos por ela,</strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Sós e cheios de cansaço,</strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Sós e sem um abraço...</strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>(Mariana)</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-6370311970806784443?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-9129425160223629062010-03-08T17:09:00.004Z2010-03-08T17:12:58.111Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S5Uvr77mbzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Uu8DYfY7VXw/s1600-h/dia_internacional_mulher_2009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446311756243038002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/S5Uvr77mbzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Uu8DYfY7VXw/s400/dia_internacional_mulher_2009.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">O Dia Internacional da Mulher, celebrado em a </span></em></strong><a class="mw-redirect" title="8 de Março" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/8_de_Mar%C3%A7o"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">8 de Março</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"> tem origem nas manifestações femininas por melhores condições de </span></em></strong><a title="Trabalho" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trabalho"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">trabalho</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"> e </span></em></strong><a title="Sufrágio feminino" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sufr%C3%A1gio_feminino"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">direito de voto</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">, no início do </span></em></strong><a title="Século XX" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A9culo_XX"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">século XX</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">, na </span></em></strong><a title="Europa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europa"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">Europa</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"> e nos </span></em></strong><a title="Estados Unidos" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">Estados Unidos</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">. A data foi adoptada pelas </span></em></strong><a class="mw-redirect" title="Nações Unidas" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Na%C3%A7%C3%B5es_Unidas"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">Nações Unidas</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">, em </span></em></strong><a title="1975" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1975"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">1975</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">, para lembrar tanto as conquistas sociais, políticas e económicas das mulheres como as discriminações e as violências a que muitas mulheres ainda estão sujeitas em todo o mundo.<br />Desde então, a data também tem sido utilizada para fins meramente comerciais, perdendo-se parcialmente o significado original.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-912942516022362906?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-80264218878753201202009-03-14T22:48:00.001Z2009-03-14T22:49:18.725Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/Sbw0STm52mI/AAAAAAAAADo/vNGAxhlbV1k/s1600-h/Imagem11.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/Sbw0STm52mI/AAAAAAAAADo/vNGAxhlbV1k/s400/Imagem11.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-8026421887875320120?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-47198028698439301472008-12-22T22:06:00.001Z2008-12-22T22:08:55.562Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SVAPgIMnN8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nLB0KT3ErPY/s1600-h/Feliz+Natal-candle-123.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SVAPgIMnN8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nLB0KT3ErPY/s400/Feliz+Natal-candle-123.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;">2008!</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;">e feliz ANO 2009!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-4719802869843930147?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-70884395124634539332008-11-13T19:46:00.002Z2008-11-13T19:49:07.085Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SRyEBikTUCI/AAAAAAAAACs/YOkS2C6OcUs/s1600-h/sue%20os.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SRyEBikTUCI/AAAAAAAAACs/YOkS2C6OcUs/s400/sue%2520os.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Num recanto do paraíso,</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">cama feita flôr,</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">descanso agradada.</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Sensação tão boa</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">de me sentir,</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">amada!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-7088439512463453933?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-25319622717809685342008-10-16T13:31:00.002Z2008-10-16T13:37:29.670Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SPdCMe_-6OI/AAAAAAAAACk/lRRph6LYXlQ/s1600-h/MP102[1].jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SPdCMe_-6OI/AAAAAAAAACk/lRRph6LYXlQ/s400/MP102%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Tu foste o enleio,</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">o sonho, a madrugada,</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">o chão, o grito, a fúria...</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">a tempestade!...</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Tu foste o rio, a casa,</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">a floresta amiga que eu atravessei.</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Tu foste o medo o enredo</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">a tristeza, talvez também</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"> a beleza...</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">foste tudo...</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Eu sei...e não sei...</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></strong> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">(Marianita)</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-2531962271780968534?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-24455802381356046532008-08-28T21:38:00.002Z2008-10-16T13:38:24.669Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SLcaywoXP6I/AAAAAAAAACI/ejA8UTUrzVc/s1600-h/Imagem2.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SLcaywoXP6I/AAAAAAAAACI/ejA8UTUrzVc/s400/Imagem2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Eu estou aprisionada, </span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">dentro da minha própria carapaça!!!</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Socorro!!!</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-2445580238135604653?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-58703164404432873732008-08-28T21:33:00.002Z2008-08-28T21:36:46.992Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SLcZtLwE6PI/AAAAAAAAACA/8cW__9Xc05o/s1600-h/Imagem100.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SLcZtLwE6PI/AAAAAAAAACA/8cW__9Xc05o/s400/Imagem100.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>Entre a árvore e o vê-la</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Onde está o sonho?</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Que arco da ponte mais vela Deus?...</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> E eu fico tristonho</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Por não saber se a curva da ponte </strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>É a curva do horizonte...<br />Entre o que vive e a vida </strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>Pra que lado corre o rio?</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Árvore de folhas vestida </strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>- Entre isso e Árvore há fio?</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Pombas voando - o pombal</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Está-lhes sempre à direita, ou é real?<br />Deus é um grande Intervalo,</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Mas entre quê e quê?... </strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>Entre o que digo e o que calo Existo?</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Quem é que me vê?</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong> Erro-me... E o pombal elevado </strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>Está em torno na pomba, ou de lado? </strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong></strong> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>(Fernando Pessoa)</strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-5870316440443287373?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-82560553712595892342008-07-01T16:27:00.001Z2008-07-01T16:31:24.041Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SGpa7fMgZTI/AAAAAAAAABw/3mGskpNAncM/s1600-h/FlorestaEncantada.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SGpa7fMgZTI/AAAAAAAAABw/3mGskpNAncM/s400/FlorestaEncantada.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">A fragilidade aperta-me nos seus braços.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">De medo tremo ao escutar a sua voz,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">que sussura ao meu ouvido</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">para que não faça o que quero.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Monto o dragão, então,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">empunho a espada de São Jorge</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">e espicho chamas e línguas de fogo</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">por todos os cantos</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">até me sentir outra vez,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">EU!</span></strong></p><strong><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></p></strong><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SGpa7l7E9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vMhf6kL_-dw/s1600-h/kanisa_and_khalil1.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SGpa7l7E9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vMhf6kL_-dw/s400/kanisa_and_khalil1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-8256055371259589234?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-25219015643645801012008-06-28T16:03:00.001Z2008-06-28T16:04:05.388Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SGZgywwHe5I/AAAAAAAAABo/BLkrdOAMDFk/s1600-h/pensamentos42back2.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SGZgywwHe5I/AAAAAAAAABo/BLkrdOAMDFk/s400/pensamentos42back2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-2521901564364580101?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-41168939527033303912008-06-16T14:26:00.001Z2008-06-16T14:27:47.593Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZ4MGCKthI/AAAAAAAAABg/k95sUbUT5PI/s1600-h/draw.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZ4MGCKthI/AAAAAAAAABg/k95sUbUT5PI/s400/draw.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-4116893952703330391?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-75398567817075992092008-06-16T14:17:00.001Z2008-06-16T14:17:34.647Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZ17FOR0AI/AAAAAAAAABY/IqYlfjcTj8A/s1600-h/rosas+vermelhas12411.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZ17FOR0AI/AAAAAAAAABY/IqYlfjcTj8A/s400/rosas+vermelhas12411.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-7539856781707599209?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-15163651586832449482008-06-16T11:40:00.001Z2008-06-16T11:41:53.413Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZRITy9evI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ElnI5m8dBeU/s1600-h/sem+nome3.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZRITy9evI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ElnI5m8dBeU/s400/sem%2Bnome3.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;">Serenidade é sentir-se leve</span></em></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;">como uma borboleta ou como</span></em></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;">uma flôr acetinada...</span></em></strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-1516365158683244948?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-15936235757051749122008-06-16T11:37:00.002Z2008-06-16T14:28:32.873Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZQcTtTrBI/AAAAAAAAABI/G5pKTkT8nV4/s1600-h/crepusculo.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZQcTtTrBI/AAAAAAAAABI/G5pKTkT8nV4/s400/crepusculo.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>O trovão troou...</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>A chuva caiu...</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>O homem cantou...</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>O pássaro voou...</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>A mulher sorriu...</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>A tempestade passou...</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-1593623575705174912?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-12006587521382129882008-06-16T11:35:00.001Z2008-06-16T11:36:18.979Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZQAZR7qQI/AAAAAAAAABA/Z0PIfWQIY1o/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZQAZR7qQI/AAAAAAAAABA/Z0PIfWQIY1o/s400/olhos.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-1200658752138212988?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-23010410028658680582008-06-16T11:29:00.001Z2008-06-16T11:32:57.249Z<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZOjE7f3uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U7hcjc0IxMs/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/SFZOjE7f3uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U7hcjc0IxMs/s400/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Árvore, Mulher, Paisagem</span></em></strong></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">nesta margem em que me encontro,</span></em></strong></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">não sei bem o que sou...</span></em></strong></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">se galho partido, com o vento levado,</span></em></strong></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">se mulher sózinha...</span></em></strong></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Sou terra, arado, planície e vinha,</span></em></strong></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">solo de pão e trabalho,</span></em></strong></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">vida e poesia minha!</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-2301041002865868058?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-24727074033583520162008-03-20T21:15:00.002Z2008-03-20T21:20:57.155Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/R-LUZdSnpuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-qzf9kQOhmQ/s1600-h/image0044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179936055254034146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/R-LUZdSnpuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-qzf9kQOhmQ/s400/image0044.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Como compreenderam, certamente, andei muito fora disto tudo. Estive fora do país e não só.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Desculpem-me! Nunca mais vos visitei.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A vida é complicada. Muito trabalho e pouco dinheiro...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">É assim a vida...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Agora resolvi enviar-vos este lindo anjinho, esperando que tanto ele como o</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">passarinho que tem na mão, vos levem os votos de uma Páscoa muito feliz.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">E para mim, espero o mesmo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Beijinhos a todos!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mariana<br /></div></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/R-LUP9SnptI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vICUwhnISDg/s1600-h/FestasFelizes4-1.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-2472707403358352016?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-26171656365060316652007-04-27T20:43:00.000Z2007-04-27T20:46:36.671Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/RjJgxF0_v-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/LY6Hf1tJ2Qc/s1600-h/Imagem20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058211727984803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/RjJgxF0_v-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/LY6Hf1tJ2Qc/s400/Imagem20.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Eu acredito que é assim; por isso estou sempre na expectativa de fazer novos amigos.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Cá vos espero.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Desejo-vos um óptimo fim de semana!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Um beijinho para vós!<br /></span></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-2617165636506031665?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-32271439391868350682007-03-22T20:01:00.000Z2007-03-22T20:08:22.052Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/RgLguVCY-GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rRuxHZkTWJQ/s1600-h/love11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/RgLguVCY-GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rRuxHZkTWJQ/s400/love11.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong> Canto para te esquecer...</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Dedilho uma canção na guitarra da minha existência</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>e pasmo com os sons que consigo arrancar</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>de uma garganta dorida de sons antigos de amores perdidos.</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Penso, e cada vez que penso, afundo-me nesta mágoa de te ter perdido.</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Por aqui e por ali, vejo-te em muitas das coisas que me rodeiam.</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Já pensei desfazer-me dos sinais da tua memória,</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>mas creio que é preferivel enfrentar a realidade e recomeçar...recomeçar sempre...</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>É Primavera e os campos estão verdes, as flores renascem nos canteiros e eu interrogo-me se estarás em qualquer delas, no perfume do ar que aspiro ou simplesmente na vã imaginação de alguém que te amará sempre! </strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Olho o mar imenso e isso dá-me a medida exacta da nossa pequenez e da nossa mortalidade física.</strong></span></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Resta-nos a aspiração a uma imortalidade prometida...</strong></span> <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-3227143939186835068?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-73554787330739536792007-03-07T17:28:00.000Z2007-03-07T17:34:34.670Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/Re72ZrybmbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mdlY6pzShNw/s1600-h/Imagem9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKToUmoTjNY/Re72ZrybmbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mdlY6pzShNw/s400/Imagem9.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Se o caminho se aprende caminhando,</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">porquê esta dificuldade de perceber os porquês</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">desta longa caminhada, cujo destino mal consigo perceber?</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Na noite o caminho parece-me </span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">dificil de percorrer.</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Valem-me as claridades da aurora que me dão forças</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">para seguir na estrada</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">e não escolher as veredas...</span></strong> <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-7355478733073953679?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1170539222255234172007-02-03T21:41:00.000Z2007-02-03T21:47:02.263Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/902372/2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/573808/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/536960/030_regret2.jpg"></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Aprendendo nas quedas<br /><br />Por que será que nos lamentamos tanto quando nos decepcionamos, perdemos e erramos?<br />O mundo não acaba quando nos enganamos; ele muda, talvez, de direção. Mas precisamos tirar partido dos nossos erros.<br />Por que tudo teria que ser correto, coerente, sem falhas?<br />As quedas fazem parte da vida e do nosso aprendizado dela.<br />Que dói, dói. Ah! Isso não posso negar! Dói no orgulho, principalmente. E quanto mais gente envolvida, mais nosso orgulho dói. Portanto, o humilhante não é cair, mas permanecer no chão enquanto a vida continua seu curso.<br />O problema é que julgamos o mundo segundo nossa própria maneira de olhar e nos esquecemos que existem milhões e milhões de olhares diferentes do nosso.<br />Mas não está obrigatoriamente errado quem pensa diferente da gente só porque pensa diferente. E nem obrigatoriamente certo. Todo mundo é livre de ver e tirar suas próprias conclusões sobre a vida e sobre o mundo. Às vezes acertamos, outras erramos. E somos normais assim.<br />Então, numa discussão, numa briga, páre um segundo e pense: "e se eu estiver errado?" É uma possibilidade na qual raramente queremos pensar.<br />Nosso "eu" nos cega muitas vezes. Nosso ciúme, nosso orgulho e até, por que não, nosso amor. Não vemos o lado do outro e nem queremos ver. E somos assim, muitas vezes injustos tanto com o outro quanto com a gente mesmo, já que nos recusamos a oportunidade de aprender alguma coisa com alguém.<br />E é por que tanta gente se mantém nessa posição que existem desavenças, guerras, separações. Ninguém cede e as pessoas acabam ficando sozinhas.<br />E de que adianta ter sempre razão, saber de tudo, se no fim o que nos resta é a solidão? Vida é partilha. E não há partilha sem humildade, sem generosidade, sem amor no coração.<br />Na escola, só aprendemos porque somos conscientes de que estamos lá porque não sabemos ainda; na vida é exatamente a mesma coisa. Se nos fecharmos, se fecharmos nossa alma e nosso coração, nada vai entrar. E será que conseguiremos nos bastar a nós mesmos? Eu duvido.<br />Não andamos em cordas bambas o tempo todo, mas às vezes é o único meio de atravessar. Somos bem mais resistentes do que julgamos; a própria vida nos ensina a sobreviver, viver sobre tudo e sobretudo.<br />Nunca duvide do seu poder de sobrevivência! Se você duvida, cai. Aprenda com o apóstolo Pedro que, enquanto acreditou, andou sobre o mar, mas começou a afundar quando sentiu medo.<br />Então, afundar ou andar sobre as águas? Depende de nós, depende de cada um em particular. Podemos nos unir em força na oração para ajudar alguém, mas só esse alguém pode decidir a ter fé, força e coragem para continuar essa maravilhosa jornada da vida.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><br />Letícia Thompson </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-117053922225523417?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1169673409430283592007-01-24T21:16:00.000Z2007-01-24T21:21:38.783Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/640/933833/lua%20na%20noite.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/533981/lua%2520na%2520noite.jpg" border="0" /></a> Procuro-te nos silêncios dos espaços, nas velhas ruas onde não passa ninguém..,</div><div align="center">Procuro-te nos versos murmurados, nas palavras trocadas pelas nossas bocas distantes...</div><div align="center">Procuro-te e não sinto o teu cheiro, não vislumbro a chama do teu olhar, não consigo imaginar os</div><div align="center">contornos do teu corpo...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Procuro-te desta forma desesperada, no convencimento de que te perdi...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Procuro-te na luz deslumbrante da lua, porque é de noites insones que me visto do ti. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116967340943028359?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168193984200320942007-01-07T18:18:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:19:44.200Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/783632/Imagem1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/340844/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Valha-me Deus!!!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819398420032094?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168193908721835922007-01-07T18:17:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:18:28.723Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/915502/Imagem34.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/520841/Imagem34.jpg" border="0" /></a> Valha-me o tempo... e o espaço...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819390872183592?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168193824904444602007-01-07T18:15:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:17:04.906Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/481836/Imagem30.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/529361/Imagem30.jpg" border="0" /></a> Valha-me o azul da água e dos céus!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819382490444460?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168193684286095992007-01-07T18:13:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:14:44.286Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/506566/BEETHOVEN%20PSICODELICO34.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/496642/BEETHOVEN%20PSICODELICO34.jpg" border="0" /></a> Valha-me a música!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819368428609599?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168193573012354822007-01-07T18:11:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:12:53.013Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/212639/??guia.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/861972/%3F%3Fguia.png" border="0" /></a> Valha-me a leveza das aves...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819357301235482?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168193494507135902007-01-07T18:10:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:11:34.506Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/901909/cisnes%20vermelhos.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/141466/cisnes%20vermelhos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center">Valha-me a mansidão dos pássaros...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819349450713590?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168193387955190472007-01-07T18:07:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:09:47.956Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/790545/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/517534/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" /></a> Valha-me este mar que vejo da minha janela...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819338795519047?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168193199547698562007-01-07T18:03:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:06:39.546Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/893628/deusa-poderdapercep??ao22.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/279295/deusa-poderdapercep%3F%3Fao22.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center">Ter a noite por companheira é triste. sinto-me só...</p><p align="center">Onde andarás?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819319954769856?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168192949157049802007-01-07T18:00:00.000Z2007-01-07T18:02:29.156Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/288134/f685056.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/745082/f685056.jpg" border="0" /></a> Quero sentir-me uma ave em vôo...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819294915704980?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168192797121863822007-01-07T17:56:00.000Z2007-01-07T17:59:57.123Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/770992/Cai%20noite.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/795331/Cai%2520noite.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dantes ias comigo ver o sol se pôr...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Agora tu és o sol posto...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819279712186382?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168192418860134322007-01-07T17:53:00.000Z2007-01-07T17:56:17.003Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/640/693537/Imagem190.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/395279/Imagem190.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a>A incompreensão é um dos piores sentimentos.<br />Cada vez que me sinto incompreendida sinto um vazio enorme<br />dentro de mim,uma inexplicável maneira de ser ferida no mais íntimo do meu ser.<br /> E se essa ferida é provocada por alguém que diz que nos ama, maior é a profundidade<br />Deste sentimento.<br /><br />O mundo inteiro anda pejado de incompreensões e eu pergunto-me:<br />Como esperaria eu não as ter se isso acontece a toda a hora, a toda a gente?<br /><br />Lamento-me…mas como eu lamentam-se as pessoas que a sofrem.<br />E quem as provoca, como se sentirá? Qual será o sentimento depois<br />Da acusação ?</div><div align="center">Mar revolto de ondas solto...</div><div align="center">Desejo um rio calmo na</div><div align="center">minha alma! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116819241886013432?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168122163481128532007-01-06T22:18:00.000Z2007-01-06T22:22:43.483Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/514638/doce%20de%20canela.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/631632/doce%2520de%2520canela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>Estou farta!</p><p> </p><p>Estou cansada!</p><p> </p><p>Estou infeliz!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116812216348112853?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38522287.post-1168121861424490892007-01-06T22:15:00.000Z2007-01-06T22:17:41.426Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/1600/710690/ganso_luaj.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2594/4289/320/681940/ganso_luaj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Sinto dentro de mim uma noite de breu...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Caminho nas brumas...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Quem sou eu?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Quem és tu?</span></strong></p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38522287-116812186142449089?l=cantodosdesabafos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana/Marianitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201188010730927292noreply@blogger.com0