tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44010750570677725002012-01-30T19:19:34.396-02:00Florellas - Claudia AlmeidaClaudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.comBlogger5041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-52017351710438947852012-01-29T10:01:00.001-02:002012-01-29T14:52:03.429-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REByXXaFd6o/TyU00VfXVHI/AAAAAAAABho/OoqdkpISZV8/s1600/PASSARO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REByXXaFd6o/TyU00VfXVHI/AAAAAAAABho/OoqdkpISZV8/s320/PASSARO.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Castelo</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O pássaro ultrapassa<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a peneira de aço<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">as patas estão presas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">nos estilhaços urbanos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A marca d’água<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">rega o jardim<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a revolução das rosas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">vermelhas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">morrem no velho Castelo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5201735171043894785?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-37762236250416651152012-01-25T14:20:00.002-02:002012-01-25T14:24:58.006-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToFKYjXlbyc/TyArXg31lsI/AAAAAAAABhg/b3XFJpsUo-w/s1600/Gaviao_real_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToFKYjXlbyc/TyArXg31lsI/AAAAAAAABhg/b3XFJpsUo-w/s320/Gaviao_real_12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><b>Palavra</b></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preciso de uma palavra<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">de poucos centímetros<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">que seja real<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">como o gavião.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;">crédito photo Emir</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-3776223625041665115?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-87825254160872757202012-01-23T16:45:00.000-02:002012-01-23T16:45:26.994-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orWFut6vxzc/Tx2qWLgU1DI/AAAAAAAABhY/JBySRKuxKJw/s1600/Hipo6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orWFut6vxzc/Tx2qWLgU1DI/AAAAAAAABhY/JBySRKuxKJw/s320/Hipo6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><b>Hipopótamo</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O hipopótamo chora<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">e resvala na terra<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">africana a comida.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Ele sofre quando <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a vida o cerca <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">de borboletas.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Mas o sono<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">está próximo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">e ele defeca.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Ao longo rabo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">pendem os filhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">mitológicos.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8782525416087275720?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-70917052271793718672012-01-21T11:46:00.001-02:002012-01-21T11:47:29.650-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNYisHgmRb0/TxrBd4Lr_AI/AAAAAAAABhQ/O2y--2XIKyM/s1600/Quiru%25C3%25A1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNYisHgmRb0/TxrBd4Lr_AI/AAAAAAAABhQ/O2y--2XIKyM/s320/Quiru%25C3%25A1.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><b>Quiruá</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">Enquanto grito<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">o pássaro buzina<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">em busca do fruto<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">saudades de assobiar<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">pássaro muda de cor<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">tem penteado de índio<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">perto de mim a árvore<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">eu longe do rio.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7091705227179371867?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-76462279819684049832012-01-17T17:25:00.000-02:002012-01-17T17:25:34.510-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1rXg9CNT_g/TxXKajBQG5I/AAAAAAAABhI/dSYRkP_Qn8A/s1600/sal+ou+doce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1rXg9CNT_g/TxXKajBQG5I/AAAAAAAABhI/dSYRkP_Qn8A/s320/sal+ou+doce.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Cine Icaraí</b><br /><b><br /></b><br />PIpocas, PIpocas<br />PIpocas, PIpocas<br />PIpocas, PIpocas<br /><br />Claudinha e Grauninha<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7646227981968404983?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-7648077914310447232012-01-15T11:32:00.000-02:002012-01-15T11:32:12.730-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn1U1s6sAzM/TxLU-EbZ99I/AAAAAAAABhA/R4Y9JOYzumg/s1600/naufragio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn1U1s6sAzM/TxLU-EbZ99I/AAAAAAAABhA/R4Y9JOYzumg/s320/naufragio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">O sol está escasso<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">se pôs <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">ao amanhecer...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Claudia Almeida</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-764807791431044723?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-47606648304782503252012-01-12T02:41:00.002-02:002012-01-12T02:41:44.220-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzjU0Fl28Ug/Tw5kW4OMkqI/AAAAAAAABg4/HaeECDw6i4c/s1600/pedras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzjU0Fl28Ug/Tw5kW4OMkqI/AAAAAAAABg4/HaeECDw6i4c/s320/pedras.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Oh!Dor injetada</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">no meu sangue</span><br /><span style="background: white;">pulsa na pedra</span><br /><span style="background: white;">do tempo.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="background-color: white;">Claudia Almeida</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4760664830478250325?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-81675438839182039152012-01-11T00:21:00.000-02:002012-01-11T00:21:15.088-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Len5TbFN0/Twzxnh_aKoI/AAAAAAAABgw/vnd3-JqxgdQ/s1600/mico+de+cheiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Len5TbFN0/Twzxnh_aKoI/AAAAAAAABgw/vnd3-JqxgdQ/s320/mico+de+cheiro.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As árvores guardam<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">os rebanhos...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">folhas, flores e sementes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a essência que germina...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a terra<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">arando as colheitas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">das maças, das framboesas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">do mico de cheiro<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">do eu crespo nessa hora<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">no flamboyant vermelho<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8167543883918203915?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-21496220096311914082012-01-06T02:33:00.001-02:002012-01-06T02:35:11.806-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYgTtRMgviU/TwZ42wcMNYI/AAAAAAAABgo/_mSshE4LQT0/s1600/3593283096_a794b5121d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYgTtRMgviU/TwZ42wcMNYI/AAAAAAAABgo/_mSshE4LQT0/s320/3593283096_a794b5121d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Umbrellas de vaga lumes cintilam pras estrelas...<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2149622009631191408?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-19600456783110874712012-01-05T10:57:00.000-02:002012-01-05T10:57:33.338-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfcosm31AwA/TwWddFzXAfI/AAAAAAAABgc/kJ5RteVhfM4/s1600/Al%25C3%25A9m+do+Horizonte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfcosm31AwA/TwWddFzXAfI/AAAAAAAABgc/kJ5RteVhfM4/s320/Al%25C3%25A9m+do+Horizonte.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Traição</b><br /><b><br /></b><br />Teus olhos de verão<br />a praia é dela<br />ar da minha vida!<br />Viu jazer o sol<br />aos pés da água<br />tremula!<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-1960045678311087471?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-61766508781228355392011-12-29T12:07:00.001-02:002011-12-30T17:45:33.269-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJn7DZBT6dU/Tvxz2cZLPkI/AAAAAAAABfs/2gLRKRbxTMA/s1600/Linda+foto-thumb-thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJn7DZBT6dU/Tvxz2cZLPkI/AAAAAAAABfs/2gLRKRbxTMA/s320/Linda+foto-thumb-thumb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Cais</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Risque o barco<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">e navegue<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">por toda praia sem ilha<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">diante da célula alma<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">meu amor carnal<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">sussurre como o vento<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">dentro de mim<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">vasta!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As algas queimam o desejo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">corpóreo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">navegue nas águas noturnas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">dos sonhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o céu humano em nós<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">risque a vela das constelações<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">e beije o marulho do mar<o:p></o:p><br />encontre-me no cais!...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6176650878122835539?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-65440690724693529172011-12-29T09:16:00.000-02:002011-12-29T09:16:27.020-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xF2dSy62nB4/TvxLeNoMnQI/AAAAAAAABfg/Vzvj1rzxM1E/s1600/Beautiful-Sunflower_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xF2dSy62nB4/TvxLeNoMnQI/AAAAAAAABfg/Vzvj1rzxM1E/s320/Beautiful-Sunflower_1024x768.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Enxugue os olhos com pétalas de girassóis<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">diante da imensidão, antes que <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">as mãos do vento leve-as.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6544069072469352917?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-76446753783626947232011-12-26T09:51:00.000-02:002011-12-26T09:51:58.746-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTU2NGdGW-8/TvhfZb0Cp3I/AAAAAAAABfU/Jq7Bfyj088g/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTU2NGdGW-8/TvhfZb0Cp3I/AAAAAAAABfU/Jq7Bfyj088g/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Temporais</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Quando as cortinas das aves se fecham<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O sonho desperta qual borboletas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Dos temporais de março...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7644675378362694723?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-41964467918811064542011-12-24T11:54:00.000-02:002011-12-24T11:54:45.969-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_jk93Mr-vE/TvXY1Ix-o5I/AAAAAAAABfI/RY0WuE8B83I/s1600/petroleo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_jk93Mr-vE/TvXY1Ix-o5I/AAAAAAAABfI/RY0WuE8B83I/s320/petroleo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O pássaro avista a mancha negra e morre!...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4196446791881106454?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-74397859706834311372011-12-19T07:00:00.000-02:002011-12-19T07:00:21.085-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi755ed-_V4/Tu78ijSPAjI/AAAAAAAABe8/8x-K2_B6a1Y/s1600/arte+Flavia+Campo+de+S%25C3%25A3o+Bento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi755ed-_V4/Tu78ijSPAjI/AAAAAAAABe8/8x-K2_B6a1Y/s320/arte+Flavia+Campo+de+S%25C3%25A3o+Bento.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Feliz Natal em todas as estâncias!...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Aos que estão distantes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Que estão chegando<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Pra dias melhores.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">arte Flávia Campo de São Bento</span></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7439785970683431137?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-37205742882531212222011-12-16T19:44:00.000-02:002011-12-16T19:44:12.605-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02Y5ZM6CI_s/Tuu7P5qWsNI/AAAAAAAABe0/Uk4wPxUs8yg/s1600/tumblr_lni0zfUEMB1qes654o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02Y5ZM6CI_s/Tuu7P5qWsNI/AAAAAAAABe0/Uk4wPxUs8yg/s320/tumblr_lni0zfUEMB1qes654o1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Deus me fez nascer ao teu lado<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Eu te sinto aqui dentro<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Pulsando num verso<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Num dia feliz<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Acho bom pensar nos pássaros<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Oh que bom voar com eles<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O céu é tão intenso e livre<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Que fez nascer o sol<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">É a nossa estação<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Eu sigo o pensamento das flores<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Eu canto como pássaros<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Por um dia feliz<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Por um dia feliz<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-3720574288253121222?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-67249713659823458262011-12-16T11:42:00.002-02:002011-12-16T17:17:02.806-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in-YS1uOOf0/TutJ_rWD1cI/AAAAAAAABes/T9BB6yDN-Ko/s1600/chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in-YS1uOOf0/TutJ_rWD1cI/AAAAAAAABes/T9BB6yDN-Ko/s320/chuva.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Estercos</b><br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Água limpa fecunda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Cai no esterco<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Brotam larvas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Percevejos, plantas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Nascem borboletas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Mariposas insetos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Luminosos piscam<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Cai na terra<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Água limpa fecunda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Passa dum assentamento<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Uma nuvem carregada...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O homem discute o caso<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A mulher lava o prato<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As crianças riem dos pés de estercos...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6724971365982345826?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-28094663057510630182011-12-08T21:49:00.003-02:002011-12-09T04:57:13.331-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92lZNnMuxWo/TuFM4VgtaSI/AAAAAAAABek/eYJGJJrzBQk/s1600/primavera+celestial.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92lZNnMuxWo/TuFM4VgtaSI/AAAAAAAABek/eYJGJJrzBQk/s320/primavera+celestial.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Castanhos</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O meu olhar é castanho e calmo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Como o caule de uma árvore<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Quando pousam passarinhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As folhas levantam voo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Igual à simplicidade das aves<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E no pasto os cordeirinhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Pastam de encontro ao sol<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sinto o vento quente por que<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O céu está nascendo claro<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Penso que sinto as flores<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Nítidas no galho da árvore<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E a natureza é bela e calma<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Como devem ser os olhos da pastora.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2809466305751063018?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-70042923576035051532011-12-06T19:40:00.002-02:002011-12-06T19:40:20.994-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lyrn6_Akkwo/Tt6LqcIDQ0I/AAAAAAAABec/RPqTZkFf_ek/s1600/tumblr_l8osmvwOSJ1qck2tb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lyrn6_Akkwo/Tt6LqcIDQ0I/AAAAAAAABec/RPqTZkFf_ek/s320/tumblr_l8osmvwOSJ1qck2tb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O céu absoluto na minha cabeça<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Fome milimétrica<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O sol não<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O tempo passa<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A água na lua<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A quadra em marte<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O espirito na África<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Um lugar pra chorar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Aonde?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7004292357603505153?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-87877621704674735502011-12-03T13:49:00.001-02:002011-12-03T16:28:48.516-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbtvOx-eBz0/TtpE1U6Ic9I/AAAAAAAABeU/yfJj5oVNo1o/s1600/622px-CABE%25C3%2587UDO_%2528Leptopogon_amaurocephalus%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbtvOx-eBz0/TtpE1U6Ic9I/AAAAAAAABeU/yfJj5oVNo1o/s320/622px-CABE%25C3%2587UDO_%2528Leptopogon_amaurocephalus%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Gota d’água</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Traga-me a montanha<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Pra vermos a lua<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E o menor pássaro<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Pra bordar o ninho<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E a gota d’água<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Pra bebermos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Traga-me minha amada<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Que sustenta meu coração<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E depois a noite pra que eu<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Possa despi-la.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Claudia Almeida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8787762170467473550?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-68224053479412799762011-11-26T12:26:00.001-02:002011-11-26T12:29:37.050-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF2Rfs-1fF8/TtD2kOYVXwI/AAAAAAAABeM/KtOCoVHNOYY/s1600/mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF2Rfs-1fF8/TtD2kOYVXwI/AAAAAAAABeM/KtOCoVHNOYY/s320/mar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Deck</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Escrevo um poema no mar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Enquanto minha alma de<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Pássaro voa e leva a rosa<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Os peixes estão de passagem<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">No horizonte metade mar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A outra metade anda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Com escamas entre rochas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O ouro se perdeu<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A linha lançada içou o sol<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O peixe come o pássaro morto<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6822405347941279976?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-24078952216002361322011-11-23T05:44:00.000-02:002011-11-23T05:44:20.735-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAjNAWefHhQ/TsykDv4DI4I/AAAAAAAABeE/bRAtou6a298/s1600/2427382763_bd5aefdd7d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAjNAWefHhQ/TsykDv4DI4I/AAAAAAAABeE/bRAtou6a298/s320/2427382763_bd5aefdd7d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b>Olhos de éter</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Há na minha janela<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Um barquinho<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Então fala amor<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Olhos, olhos, olhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Da paisagem precisa<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Então fala amor<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Se esse amor é metafisico!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2407895221600236132?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-64621523779683473552011-11-22T08:37:00.000-02:002011-11-22T08:37:10.012-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_CfoXR82is/Tst67Fb0awI/AAAAAAAABd8/wAGqGQB1-SE/s1600/-pink-peonia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_CfoXR82is/Tst67Fb0awI/AAAAAAAABd8/wAGqGQB1-SE/s320/-pink-peonia.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Amo a mulher como peônia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Flor da cura e sementeira<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Escuto teu silencio como chuva<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O estalo da poesia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Vale nossa alegria<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6462152377968347355?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-13520709655889262792011-11-20T09:47:00.000-02:002011-11-20T09:47:31.729-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdUySJEmAV0/TsjomJ5HheI/AAAAAAAABd0/dDpiv8iW9C4/s1600/maio2010_04passaro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdUySJEmAV0/TsjomJ5HheI/AAAAAAAABd0/dDpiv8iW9C4/s320/maio2010_04passaro.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(147, 166, 68, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(147, 166, 68, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">O pássaro junto a rede canta o último voo.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(147, 166, 68, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(147, 166, 68, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">Claudia Almeida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-1352070965588926279?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-84738195294849093972011-11-18T07:31:00.001-02:002011-11-18T12:11:45.169-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SJCCObj8HI/TsYlxBQ9siI/AAAAAAAABds/ZyzWYXkdIxw/s1600/836305+mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SJCCObj8HI/TsYlxBQ9siI/AAAAAAAABds/ZyzWYXkdIxw/s320/836305+mar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Mar celestial</b><o:p></o:p><br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Quando o sol mergulha o horizonte<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Distante das areias, junto aos ventos.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Meus cílios cerrados partem num veleiro<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Não naufraguei porque partir é delirar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Escrevo, fotografo golfinhos.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A saudade tocou o horizonte<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Deus está no céu na ida e na volta<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Tudo se deita nas aguas verdes do oceano<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As velas, o mastro tempos de sonhos.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Não existe distância entre a solidão e a alma.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8473819529484909397?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-45786766401884604552011-11-17T02:31:00.003-02:002011-11-17T05:48:25.253-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWoZVK44o4A/TsSNektQafI/AAAAAAAABdk/Ye4Ff7JZG-c/s1600/rivers-confluence+rio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWoZVK44o4A/TsSNektQafI/AAAAAAAABdk/Ye4Ff7JZG-c/s320/rivers-confluence+rio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Horizontes</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Dois horizontes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Rio Negro e Solimões<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">escorre o barquinho <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">sem linha ,sem poesia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">e o sol se põe na bacia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">pras flores amazônicas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">nascerem em horizontes!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4578676640188460455?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-64803175144105378372011-11-14T07:25:00.000-02:002011-11-14T07:25:50.602-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THVKmdwSdLI/TsDeHa2JGPI/AAAAAAAABdc/5JFEaLfW_xI/s1600/Sino+da+igreja+de+Vitrolles%252C+Franca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THVKmdwSdLI/TsDeHa2JGPI/AAAAAAAABdc/5JFEaLfW_xI/s320/Sino+da+igreja+de+Vitrolles%252C+Franca.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">!mistério<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Ouve-se o sino nas favelas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">acidente em antares<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">estouros pacificadores...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6480317514410537837?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-55370172659484855502011-11-12T00:08:00.003-02:002011-11-22T11:20:14.733-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBbyQU3ozj0/Tr3UPSSB4OI/AAAAAAAABc0/3pkZm9eKEmI/s1600/lagartixas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBbyQU3ozj0/Tr3UPSSB4OI/AAAAAAAABc0/3pkZm9eKEmI/s320/lagartixas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Dobrei água na manga de tanto chorar por causa das lagartixas <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Minha mãe saiu chorando <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E Zefa lavando a trouxa no rio deixava escorrer as meias...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Ofertei meus serviços, Zefa aceitou passava roupa ainda pequena com o ferro elétrico, cabo vermelho de madeira.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Evaporava água todas as quintas feiras<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O primeiro batalhão estava no prato, meu pai preparava com toicinho e farinha, arroz e feijão, logo em seguida chegava o segundo... e o terceiro...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As lagartixas estendidas na farinha de maisena na mesa junto ao prato espiava a cena triste branco como o sertão da Zefa.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Zefa chegava com seus dramas de Juazeiro do Norte, ofertei meu olhar...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p>Claudia Almeida</o:p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5537017265948485550?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-69631740070904703562011-11-10T10:56:00.003-02:002011-11-10T11:42:23.772-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCu8oiZcGBA/TrvJbh1jApI/AAAAAAAABcs/1ZxnJMowDgk/s1600/afriacana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCu8oiZcGBA/TrvJbh1jApI/AAAAAAAABcs/1ZxnJMowDgk/s320/afriacana.jpg" width="244" /></a></div>O sol no altar<br />despidas de indulgências<br />borboletas africanas.<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6963174007090470356?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-52345064040313459312011-11-07T11:27:00.000-02:002011-11-07T11:27:07.431-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok9N96WdHtw/TrfcLoy3kYI/AAAAAAAABck/0hliN9nr3Gw/s1600/garca_WEB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok9N96WdHtw/TrfcLoy3kYI/AAAAAAAABck/0hliN9nr3Gw/s320/garca_WEB.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Pássaro de máscara</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Volumoso canto na floresta<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">acordam com as garças<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">coroados por flores, os pássaros.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Em meu olhar a íris aberta<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">sob a asa negra, à noite.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Enquanto a alma abrindo em sonho<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">adorantes de anjos e carvalhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Da máscara de estrelas no teto.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5234506404031345931?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-59088958796434971532011-11-07T08:59:00.001-02:002011-11-07T08:59:58.803-02:00<div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMbDl_pOyHk/Tre5IVv4oVI/AAAAAAAABcc/Fp7OJaaHlEo/s1600/kiwii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMbDl_pOyHk/Tre5IVv4oVI/AAAAAAAABcc/Fp7OJaaHlEo/s320/kiwii.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b>Veia</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Homens que dão a cor à pele</div>qual é a sua tez<br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">ameríndios quantos?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Traço da veia crustáceo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">traço da veia inseticida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">traço da veia córtex<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">fome orbital<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5908895879643497153?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-36643013245082791702011-11-05T08:06:00.003-02:002011-11-06T07:36:41.362-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nu4s_2ZCZxg/TrUKQhebPmI/AAAAAAAABcU/qjIgZDc51iw/s1600/florzinhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nu4s_2ZCZxg/TrUKQhebPmI/AAAAAAAABcU/qjIgZDc51iw/s320/florzinhas.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">olhos de girassóis iludem<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">distante das sementes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">canto graúnas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">saudades!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">levava nas asas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a cor da areia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">em meio às árvores<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">não havia mar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">e sim borboletas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">pendia sobre mim<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">uma flor vermelha<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">dois pássaros<br />meus olhos são orvalhos</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-3664301324508279170?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-46660345717720286662011-11-01T07:36:00.000-02:002011-11-01T07:36:16.804-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WDF64y_L18/Tq-9QM0Ww3I/AAAAAAAABcM/FBbrXQdDtL4/s1600/borboleta-azul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WDF64y_L18/Tq-9QM0Ww3I/AAAAAAAABcM/FBbrXQdDtL4/s320/borboleta-azul.jpg" width="320" /></b></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Elegia a morte</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A existência abandona Fadhila<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">passou pelo umbral com mil<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">africanos sem penitencias<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Fadhila morre com seus filhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a flor venceu a dor atônita<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">campos que não prosperam<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">cova horizontal, morte!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4666034571772028666?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-28404313273746247742011-10-31T08:57:00.000-02:002011-10-31T08:57:33.572-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rcGDNo3LE9k/Tq5-77x0L5I/AAAAAAAABcE/Weo51x74ycw/s1600/trigais.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rcGDNo3LE9k/Tq5-77x0L5I/AAAAAAAABcE/Weo51x74ycw/s320/trigais.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Dos trigais brota a árvore das famílias.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2840431327374624774?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-80583477646339833952011-10-28T09:07:00.001-02:002011-10-28T17:18:11.316-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k43_82U9OAA/TqqMqbjyhlI/AAAAAAAABb8/RgxPsIdOWyM/s1600/BELO+MONTE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k43_82U9OAA/TqqMqbjyhlI/AAAAAAAABb8/RgxPsIdOWyM/s320/BELO+MONTE.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Xingu vivo</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Ainda há cerne boiando <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">na mata<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">desisti da existência<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">mas voltei<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">In memória aos ancestrais<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8058347764633983395?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-22470142444082370192011-10-27T07:11:00.002-02:002011-10-27T07:43:56.495-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlxLy4cRido/TqkeGha3ZTI/AAAAAAAABb0/quCLUnH9Xa0/s1600/africana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlxLy4cRido/TqkeGha3ZTI/AAAAAAAABb0/quCLUnH9Xa0/s320/africana.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>O Banquete, Fédon<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Paz entre os homens, e no mar<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">bonança<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">repouso tranquilo de ventos e<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">sono na dor</span></b><o:p></o:p></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>A africana</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a humanidade leva a áfrica</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">varizes lançadas no mar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">não há comida no chão<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Fadhila mareia a solidão<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">proteja da dor não reze<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o mar leva o soro sanguíneo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o Banquete a mesa </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">dos homens maus<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">tempestade de escravos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">de corpos nos campos da dor<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2247014244408237019?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-67354550805905959132011-10-25T11:23:00.000-02:002011-10-25T11:23:00.818-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULCCDhRN1Ks/Tqa4DbldykI/AAAAAAAABbs/QmfXSCS4N3w/s1600/xafariz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULCCDhRN1Ks/Tqa4DbldykI/AAAAAAAABbs/QmfXSCS4N3w/s320/xafariz.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal">A água escorre, suprime<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">o verso do poeta<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">as sedes são dos vetores<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">ausência de hidrômetro<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">de primavera!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6735455080590595913?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-40411095266661739092011-10-23T08:54:00.001-02:002011-10-23T10:35:51.051-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVXsFtY8fn4/TqPxyQiW3LI/AAAAAAAABbk/KzkqBe0QGQ0/s1600/a+indigena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVXsFtY8fn4/TqPxyQiW3LI/AAAAAAAABbk/KzkqBe0QGQ0/s320/a+indigena.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Kaloré</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">A idéia desce a corda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">O inseto desce a corda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">O pássaro sobe a corda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">A aranha desce a corda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">A hera desce a corda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">A índia tece a corda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">flexível chama a corda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4041109526666173909?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-61086121922348369762011-10-21T12:40:00.001-02:002011-10-21T12:49:08.177-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb_0aQhlUrQ/TqGEHMnuJYI/AAAAAAAABbc/tlQUdCh9uh8/s1600/sagrado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb_0aQhlUrQ/TqGEHMnuJYI/AAAAAAAABbc/tlQUdCh9uh8/s320/sagrado.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Sagrado</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Quando eu tecer um rosário <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">por você vida a vida <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a chama no altar acenderá<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o espírito do altíssimo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">das pétalas uni ungidas <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">guardadas em grande morada<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">onde o celestial permeia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">à vontade do criador<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">quando descem cachos de luzes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">do nascimento a morte sagrada<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o peregrino pergunta:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">onde estão o arco e a flecha nessa hora?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Christos crucificados<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">contínua insensatez<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">que o diabo a 7 chaves guarda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">dentro de cada sexo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">da ilusão filosófica do mestre<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">as passagens transitórias de tróia.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6108612192234836976?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-76360310596247359062011-10-20T02:39:00.001-02:002011-10-21T21:04:03.736-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6QDWmEm7xQ/Tp-liQix2aI/AAAAAAAABbU/t2PWE2NSRkM/s1600/urso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6QDWmEm7xQ/Tp-liQix2aI/AAAAAAAABbU/t2PWE2NSRkM/s320/urso.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Corsário de peles<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Afundei os cílios no oceano<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">num corsário de peles<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">trajes, focas e ursos escassos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a zona fria das corujas árticas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">dos pinguins que escoam nas águas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">cadê os peixes da verve<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">onde deságuam o dia a dia?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">sacolas, blocos de neves azuis<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">sacolas, plantas brotam na neve<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">um milagre fez o barco flutuar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">gasolina inóspita<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">bactéria ártica<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">escavam a dor do cão<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a flor está longe.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7636031059624735906?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-4651314427493395502011-10-15T21:23:00.001-03:002011-10-16T10:43:54.179-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCyXInEqR04/TpojbmvpZDI/AAAAAAAABbM/49oALBL2zRs/s1600/o+berro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCyXInEqR04/TpojbmvpZDI/AAAAAAAABbM/49oALBL2zRs/s320/o+berro.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Bem te vi plácido<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">de pernas negras berra<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">o canto escravo da cidade<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-465131442749339550?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-21657236410498035352011-10-14T08:42:00.000-03:002011-10-14T08:42:38.141-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIexKCGQruM/Tpgfn2EwhNI/AAAAAAAABbE/AUV6gZ_i1no/s1600/horizonte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIexKCGQruM/Tpgfn2EwhNI/AAAAAAAABbE/AUV6gZ_i1no/s320/horizonte.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Flor no horizonte</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Eu focava o horizonte<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">e a flor viajava<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">no vértice o sol no teu rosto<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">propostas internas eu amava<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">navegantes de miragens<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">nadadeiras moles<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o mar inundou o sol<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">emoções brancas no duplo etéreo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">você naquele beijo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">as pessoas embarcam nas chuvas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">longíssimo é o tempo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">translúcida é a mulher<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">que me deixas em lágrimas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2165723641049803535?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-41325686738034513772011-10-10T10:44:00.000-03:002011-10-10T10:44:27.117-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i54XHoq57Z4/TpL2Aket4oI/AAAAAAAABbA/V19kH97WLoQ/s1600/casa+na+floresta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i54XHoq57Z4/TpL2Aket4oI/AAAAAAAABbA/V19kH97WLoQ/s1600/casa+na+floresta.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>O rio raso</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Toda humanidade cabe na poesia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">bem vinda à flor que brota na lua<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">os saís das raízes vivas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">das águas que germinam as mentes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">transporte o vento e os girassóis<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">cinco vezes indico a alma<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">da janela ensolarada o canto estoico<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">ao rio raso por onde passam os peixes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4132568673803451377?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-50233684505603660802011-10-06T22:34:00.001-03:002011-10-09T01:04:34.653-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceItoMMQFDE/To5V-d4xh-I/AAAAAAAABa8/hc4urN1j4q4/s1600/Por+do+Sol_Em_Luanda.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceItoMMQFDE/To5V-d4xh-I/AAAAAAAABa8/hc4urN1j4q4/s320/Por+do+Sol_Em_Luanda.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Crepuscular</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O negro rema, escravidão<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">dor crepuscular<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">síndromes intermitentes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">nevralgia muscular<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">injeto missangas em Luanda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">nas tabernas escuras<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">exilados do escambo o vapor<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">navegante, não há luz<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">só tinta pra retratar a dor<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5023368450560366080?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-3189941938006652692011-10-04T01:20:00.002-03:002011-10-04T20:38:09.898-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiSJhoXwwh4/ToqI-jl_BcI/AAAAAAAABa4/hp65_jKFsk8/s1600/Fadhila.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiSJhoXwwh4/ToqI-jl_BcI/AAAAAAAABa4/hp65_jKFsk8/s320/Fadhila.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Fadhila</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A corda do mundo partiu<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">as crianças negras assobiam<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o trema da língua escorreu<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">fome na eternidade<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o manto, o banto<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">das crianças negras são azuis<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">ao raiar do sol pensam que é o inferno<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">a órbita cerebral está no túmulo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">crisálidas engarrafadas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">sem vontades enfeitam seus vasos com rosas negras<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">minha alma não dorme, perdoam-me<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">ela flutua no jardim perto dos baobás<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">onde mora Fadhila!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-318994193800665269?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-91666139913524170072011-09-29T23:50:00.001-03:002011-10-16T11:00:16.856-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2HWnN48lUE/ToUt2VuuXPI/AAAAAAAABa0/MBhHdWZNGHk/s1600/sempre+viva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2HWnN48lUE/ToUt2VuuXPI/AAAAAAAABa0/MBhHdWZNGHk/s320/sempre+viva.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><b>Natureza</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">Índios fazem ventar, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">conversam com nuvens<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">que espantam a seca.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">Os girassóis estão nascendo:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">nas florestas, recantos e leitos <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">de toda gente que sente a primavera<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">como se o sol fosse feito de pétalas<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">Os peixes bebem a água</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">que caem do céu</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><br /><br /></span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">As gotas reviravoltas no ar</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">Os pássaros bebem<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">Claudia Almeida</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-9166613991352417007?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-91997744168706203982011-09-26T10:03:00.001-03:002011-09-27T07:25:38.348-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0E3wFxl1eA/ToB3-Oi669I/AAAAAAAABaw/-8bqjIJqJCM/s1600/Defunto+no+ventilador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0E3wFxl1eA/ToB3-Oi669I/AAAAAAAABaw/-8bqjIJqJCM/s320/Defunto+no+ventilador.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Eu sou o pó dos mortos, ventilo a essência fundamental pro mundo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-9199774416870620398?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-48507671008348198482011-09-26T08:32:00.000-03:002011-09-26T08:32:15.432-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-OlzQA7dUo/ToBhyNmq3RI/AAAAAAAABas/WQYKhR1Jiyg/s1600/granios.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-OlzQA7dUo/ToBhyNmq3RI/AAAAAAAABas/WQYKhR1Jiyg/s320/granios.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Seco</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Caminho no rio seco do agreste<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">A flor foi levada pelas abelhas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Escavo a alma em busca do amor<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">O galo de campina já não canta<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Encontro ossos no leito seco<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Engaiolaram a dor do pássaro<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Os dentes do morto sorriem<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Da fome e da morte inaugural<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4850767100834819848?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-55302521885186528022011-09-24T14:39:00.001-03:002011-10-16T11:08:30.407-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFWFHAbrzts/Tn4Vn_sEj0I/AAAAAAAABao/86O6WkNO0Z8/s1600/pardal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFWFHAbrzts/Tn4Vn_sEj0I/AAAAAAAABao/86O6WkNO0Z8/s320/pardal.jpg" width="320" /></b></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbea; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>Voz do Iguaçu</b></span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbea; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Passarinho correndo</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Com os pés na terra</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Correndo, correndo</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Com grão de bico</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Indo pro ninho.</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Cantar, cantar no sul</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Voz do Iguaçu</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Passarinhas</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Passarinhos</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Ocre</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Casa de barro</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Maloca de pio</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Penugens vivas</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Interrompem.</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">É tempo de sorrir</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Quando se banham</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Numa gotinha d’água</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Cochilar, dormir</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Migrar sul e serra</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">É hora de voltar.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Claudia Almeida</span></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-weight: bold; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5530252188518652802?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-85267946893441404972011-09-22T10:16:00.002-03:002011-10-16T11:21:35.802-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkHHwAmSZGU/Tns0rAgTcoI/AAAAAAAABak/8JSO-FVk48w/s1600/passaro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkHHwAmSZGU/Tns0rAgTcoI/AAAAAAAABak/8JSO-FVk48w/s320/passaro.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Pássaro</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Escrevo quando amanhece o sol<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Em cima do livreiro de papel<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Letras ao alto das pessoas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Lembranças dos sonhos <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E o jornaleiro passa na rua: ouço<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O pardal e os frutos das amendoeiras<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As serragens entram pela janela<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Quem dera fossem as borboletas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A transportar meus olhos tristonhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Mas o florista ainda nem chegou<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Escrevo longe da mulher que amo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Chamo a lua, o sol e a chuva<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Pra entregar os sentimentos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8526794689344140497?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-6632723968767475932011-09-20T11:04:00.001-03:002011-10-14T14:55:43.079-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zQWrX38xM0/Tnic07UMMNI/AAAAAAAABag/y2Wtyz6iA-8/s1600/salmao1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zQWrX38xM0/Tnic07UMMNI/AAAAAAAABag/y2Wtyz6iA-8/s320/salmao1.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Salmão</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Nado contra a correnteza<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">com doces peixes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">desovo na luz à natureza<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">que é humana e ciente<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">num cenário desumano<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">que não está ordenado por paz<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-663272396876747593?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-16579729687621222342011-09-19T07:58:00.001-03:002011-09-19T09:53:24.311-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHUxP0wk7cU/TncfncpvaTI/AAAAAAAABac/Lp45VYhPaA0/s1600/harri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHUxP0wk7cU/TncfncpvaTI/AAAAAAAABac/Lp45VYhPaA0/s320/harri.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>cai drosóphila<br />no limite da morte<br />verdejante jazz<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-1657972968762122234?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-58783633192107186072011-09-17T21:58:00.001-03:002011-09-17T22:08:10.580-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNrq32FmzvU/TnVBxYusCNI/AAAAAAAABaY/AF8R4FSyzDU/s1600/angola+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNrq32FmzvU/TnVBxYusCNI/AAAAAAAABaY/AF8R4FSyzDU/s320/angola+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Borboletas angolanas</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Dei de deixar meus sonhos em travesseiros <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O sol nasce enquanto durmo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Escuto a música nas rendas angolanas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E as borboletas migram dos baobás<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O sol nasce no sossego da minha alma<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Mas a miséria inquietante me pesa<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E as ligas das lágrimas estão no poente<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Em todos os períodos morrem<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Diplomaticamente morrem<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p>Claudia Almeida</o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5878363319210718607?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-10431328309743362362011-09-14T19:58:00.000-03:002011-09-14T19:58:41.053-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cokxtuTtCjA/TnExX9q4M6I/AAAAAAAABaU/ANhYR259HkY/s1600/peixe+espada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cokxtuTtCjA/TnExX9q4M6I/AAAAAAAABaU/ANhYR259HkY/s320/peixe+espada.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Peixe espada</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O pescador rema no chuvisco<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Em busca do barco que partiu<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Nada a pensar só percorrer<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Com as mãos no leme<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O cais ancorado sem peixes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sem gente a esperar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Solitário pescador de mirra<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Fraqueja e chora diante da vela.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-1043132830974336236?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-59154880201881724672011-09-02T12:36:00.000-03:002011-09-02T12:36:38.484-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6a6TducqHE/TmD3aSwWPhI/AAAAAAAABaQ/umUG08v0e34/s1600/buzios+121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6a6TducqHE/TmD3aSwWPhI/AAAAAAAABaQ/umUG08v0e34/s320/buzios+121.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O albatroz plana na dobra do horizonte<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">quando o pôr do sol partiu sem as estrelas <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">umas suspensas outras imersas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Michel Legrand despertou pra vê-las<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">caminha em outro cenário, a bordo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">da morte sem as garoupas do mar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O vento abrolhou seus acordes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o albatroz escuta a música suave<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">por ondas de uma linha maior desvenda<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">o horizonte nas revoadas dum último adeus<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A dama do verão sonha em voltar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">distante das estrelas noturnas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Era uma vez houve um verão...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5915488020188172467?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-8681293472250387852011-08-30T07:34:00.000-03:002011-08-30T07:34:27.038-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ1pFzFnR90/Tly8YWlSPpI/AAAAAAAABaI/_v9vXzgICMo/s1600/deserto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ1pFzFnR90/Tly8YWlSPpI/AAAAAAAABaI/_v9vXzgICMo/s320/deserto.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Os cântaros e o céu</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Levo cântaros sobre minha cabeça<br />água cristalina reflete a lua<br />nem água... nem luar...<br />onde ficou o seu reflexo?<br /><br />Levo cântaros sobre minha cabeça<br />buscando onde principia teu ser<br />vislumbrando os portais dos poços<br />sento-me, não é miragem.<br /><br />Levo cântaros sobre minha cabeça<br />exalando sândalos que pairam no ar<br />é o amor em movimento translação<br />acalmaram-se, e os olhos viram o céu.<br /><br />Claudia Almeida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-868129347225038785?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-80821319371576906752011-08-29T12:20:00.000-03:002011-08-29T12:20:21.690-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2DxhLob-TY/Tlut8VTudvI/AAAAAAAABaE/rJVNSTFfVAY/s1600/silvestre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2DxhLob-TY/Tlut8VTudvI/AAAAAAAABaE/rJVNSTFfVAY/s320/silvestre.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">No sussurro da sua voz</span></span><span style="background: white;"><br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">desnudo-me<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">Pétalas silvestres <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">inebriam nosso leito<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">O amor refeito<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">sem as fronteiras do destino<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">e as almas imersas nas flores<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">roubam nossos sentidos<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;">Claudia Almeida</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8082131937157690675?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-65151910757850302682011-08-22T20:49:00.002-03:002011-08-22T20:49:44.131-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSyb36Iu5DA/TlLq7LmE9LI/AAAAAAAABaA/jbtZ1YuTdxg/s1600/corrego+da+letras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSyb36Iu5DA/TlLq7LmE9LI/AAAAAAAABaA/jbtZ1YuTdxg/s320/corrego+da+letras.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Córrego das letras<br /><br />Debruçada em poesias<br />Entrego meus pensamentos<br />Poderia ser um varal de roupa<br />Penduradas, estendidas<br />Cândidas, encharcadas<br />Num leito de um rio<br />Primitivas pelo córrego<br />A espera de um viajante a ler<br />Como um barquinho de papel<br />Elas se foram, como frota amada<br />Em cada canal<br />Deixaram de ser barquinho<br />Colocadas ao sol pra secar<br />Pra quem sabe predizer<br />Mañana no estaré en casa,<br />O horizonte há de abraçá-las.<br /><br />Claudia Almeida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6515191075785030268?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-59658423627845304492011-08-13T23:48:00.003-03:002011-08-14T16:18:32.981-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8knfzOg-bi4/Tkc18NdshrI/AAAAAAAABZ8/cGkgrv5NcMQ/s1600/prai%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8knfzOg-bi4/Tkc18NdshrI/AAAAAAAABZ8/cGkgrv5NcMQ/s320/prai%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cavalos marinhos a beira do mar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Levados por ventos sudoeste<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Às tocas quando o sol escurece <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Num galope oceânico eles somem</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Deságuam crinas de cristais brancas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Dos mares às luas navegantes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Na beira do mar cavalos marinhos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Onde correm crianças a brincar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Com o fruto da mãe d’água<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Quando olham pra lua esperando os peixes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Sentados num córrego transparente.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5965842362784530449?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-66832237867157991392011-08-11T14:25:00.001-03:002011-10-16T11:47:58.324-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFgohUcrho4/TkQQRe-r8EI/AAAAAAAABZ4/rWjxNX1DnY0/s1600/Educa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFgohUcrho4/TkQQRe-r8EI/AAAAAAAABZ4/rWjxNX1DnY0/s320/Educa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background: #FBFBEA; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Educação</span></b></span><span style="background: #FBFBEA; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Clamo o Estado nas escolas</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Que inda não foram abduzidas</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">E leis que não voem de vassoura</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Mas interfiram e deem guarida</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Pensando no imperfeito do ser</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">No verbo de todas as pessoas</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Que decline a desordem dos egos</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Pois da janela não vem coisa boa</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Apenas crianças sem os cavalos</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Para levá-las aos mestres</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Vendo bolinhas ao vento</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Mouse virando fantasmas</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Livros sem entendimento</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Onde educar é um fragmento</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Como fábrica de escravos.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Claudia Almeida</span></span><span style="font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6683223786715799139?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-45103488069080758512011-08-08T11:22:00.004-03:002011-10-16T11:55:54.939-02:00<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzg0kFtm61g/TkBZLVO_awI/AAAAAAAABZ0/E9b66LsGRVo/s1600/T%25C3%25A3o+bonita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzg0kFtm61g/TkBZLVO_awI/AAAAAAAABZ0/E9b66LsGRVo/s320/T%25C3%25A3o+bonita.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>Dias frios</b><br /><br />Pra você reservei meus dias<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">num recanto bucólico<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">na sombra das folhas que caem<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">num jardim com revoadas de pássaros<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">E o desejo de encontrar-te<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">outra vez<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">nos cachos da floresta rosa<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">e o sol debruçado em teus braços<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">nas caminhadas frias das manhãs.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Claudia Almeida<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4510348806908075851?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-64105243039377939182011-08-05T22:18:00.000-03:002011-08-05T22:18:12.946-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12CvLMz4HWo/TjyWME-0XZI/AAAAAAAABZw/Ux7nuPT29Ao/s1600/MILHO.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12CvLMz4HWo/TjyWME-0XZI/AAAAAAAABZw/Ux7nuPT29Ao/s320/MILHO.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">A balança</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Quando caminho entre nuvens</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">É longo o céu dos sentidos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Deliro sobre vidas que são mortas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Pelo cascalho opressor da fome</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Na pedra o chocalho da serpente</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Revisa o horário posto al dente.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Claudia Almeida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6410524303937793918?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-31756709089089413612011-08-01T10:05:00.001-03:002011-08-01T16:46:47.312-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d1NCxJGdgfU/TjakY0JBQTI/AAAAAAAABZs/B6_UScdJpKI/s1600/enawene+flauta+031114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d1NCxJGdgfU/TjakY0JBQTI/AAAAAAAABZs/B6_UScdJpKI/s320/enawene+flauta+031114.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Linha das garças</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Deu-me o pasmo </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">De ver as garças brancas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Do pântano nas árvores</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A linha das índias</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A linha dos índios</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">Os cânticos e flautas.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Claudia Almeida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-3175670908908941361?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-66334844074257888832011-07-28T23:49:00.000-03:002011-07-28T23:49:39.244-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AaENfeNlqg/TjIfjVvMmJI/AAAAAAAABZo/xH3hyylcTMs/s1600/tumblr_lj7jdftjTo1qg0yuso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AaENfeNlqg/TjIfjVvMmJI/AAAAAAAABZo/xH3hyylcTMs/s320/tumblr_lj7jdftjTo1qg0yuso1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Uma megaestrela</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Habita o céu</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A lua sangra seus rios</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O arco e flecha cercam-me.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As bordas pendem a serviço</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Das plêiades</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Os indivíduos surgem</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Com carapaças </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Na divisa de uma carta </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Animas pássaros </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O sapo salta seu rabo</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preso ao verde </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6633484407425788883?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-67843866920722232392011-07-26T05:39:00.001-03:002011-07-26T12:50:09.694-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VOpa-if5hqY/Ti586pgJYvI/AAAAAAAABZk/oYCRJBjSzPc/s1600/Glauco+Pereira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VOpa-if5hqY/Ti586pgJYvI/AAAAAAAABZk/oYCRJBjSzPc/s320/Glauco+Pereira.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Se o pássaro voar é porque está vivo<br />À árvore branca do agreste.<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6784386692072223239?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-79642923945640016382011-07-19T19:36:00.001-03:002011-07-19T19:37:23.931-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Le72spGC6Pg/TiYGrP3ZxpI/AAAAAAAABZg/21sdRj2fz20/s1600/pedras-no-caminho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Le72spGC6Pg/TiYGrP3ZxpI/AAAAAAAABZg/21sdRj2fz20/s320/pedras-no-caminho.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Para se conhecer a morte</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Tem que se andar descalço</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Aonde as cinzas flamejam</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"> o sibilo.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Para se conhecer a morte</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Tem que se sorrir em dias tristes</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Aonde o traço das lágrimas corre</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"> os sentidos.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7964292394564001638?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-82893060073646565572011-07-12T09:25:00.001-03:002011-07-14T09:56:42.340-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8dpHjNHvcI/Thw8ulnhU4I/AAAAAAAABZU/RXkua29z1Lw/s1600/Tatayu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8dpHjNHvcI/Thw8ulnhU4I/AAAAAAAABZU/RXkua29z1Lw/s320/Tatayu.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A composição das raízes</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Circulam nas águas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O brejo salta</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Os vegetais pendem a morte</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Transbordam flores</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">De um jarro a beira do rio</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Os frutos retornam ao leito</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Os peixes bebem os saís</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As nadadeiras azuis no penhasco</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Indicam o ninho arqueológico</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Os espíritos das aves erguem os peixes.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8289306007364656557?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-20117702394640551252011-07-08T10:49:00.001-03:002011-07-08T17:26:14.318-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud032bJ4ER0/ThcKjhigwvI/AAAAAAAABZQ/PMGSuRG_UfQ/s1600/corrego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud032bJ4ER0/ThcKjhigwvI/AAAAAAAABZQ/PMGSuRG_UfQ/s1600/corrego.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O amor fez o luar crescer</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Iluminando os peixes</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Onde nascem as correntezas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Acima o rio del platas.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2011770239464055125?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-51457304118326444002011-07-02T14:42:00.000-03:002011-07-02T14:42:03.414-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpbLl7QfVS8/Tg9YGqpg_JI/AAAAAAAABZE/wQ3c4cPfayg/s1600/ovos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpbLl7QfVS8/Tg9YGqpg_JI/AAAAAAAABZE/wQ3c4cPfayg/s320/ovos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O espantalho come <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ovo estalado</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">De papel marchê</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O pássaro pousa arando a palha</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Espalha o milhão</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">E foi num tecido de xadrez</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Que o sol se pôs</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O tatu retirante entrou na cova</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sem cruz</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">O caçador proibido abateu-se</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Bebeu o caldo da pela égua</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-5145730411832644400?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-33973825913897091452011-06-19T16:20:00.000-03:002011-06-19T16:20:45.087-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vfanqHN0hw/Tf5LDMHtnSI/AAAAAAAABZA/tg2ZIZ92Ko4/s1600/rostee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vfanqHN0hw/Tf5LDMHtnSI/AAAAAAAABZA/tg2ZIZ92Ko4/s320/rostee.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Lascas<br />.<br />O alecrim brota à rostee<br />O pássaro bica as lascas.<br />.<br />Claudia Almeida<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-3397382591389709145?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-66267838585249681322011-06-09T21:04:00.001-03:002011-06-11T14:57:01.176-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LFHJQSna4c/TfFcErgxUVI/AAAAAAAABY8/URv3Nxnu4LA/s1600/tulipas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LFHJQSna4c/TfFcErgxUVI/AAAAAAAABY8/URv3Nxnu4LA/s1600/tulipas.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preservo o silêncio em sonhos</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Nas revoadas dos beija-flores</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sobre minha cabeça</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Que bebem das tulipas as águas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">As gotas frias de inverno</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Tulipas brancas, vermelhas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Erguidas pelo tempo da terra</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Iluminando os olhos dos pássaros</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Azuis, verdes, vermelhos</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Claudia Almeida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6626783858524968132?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-88752041252789232352011-06-04T15:24:00.005-03:002011-06-23T12:38:15.095-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sFdlji1NUY/Tep4SmWgLzI/AAAAAAAABY4/gUgWp1w5vhU/s1600/saudades.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sFdlji1NUY/Tep4SmWgLzI/AAAAAAAABY4/gUgWp1w5vhU/s320/saudades.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8875204125278923235?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-66208915313653795772011-05-27T10:30:00.000-03:002011-05-27T10:30:42.211-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thOGinuRpUc/Td-mmPk_1AI/AAAAAAAABYo/FawQWZq5R8k/s1600/eu3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thOGinuRpUc/Td-mmPk_1AI/AAAAAAAABYo/FawQWZq5R8k/s320/eu3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Da escola:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">O professor abre o caderno da aluna e pergunta cadê a matéria?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A aluna responde está no quadro.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Da escravidão:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Na matéria de história a educadora ameaça a aluna de expulsão<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">da escola por causa de uma falta e nota 09 nove.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A aluna pergunta você vai me jogar no mar?...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Do portão:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ou você entra agora ou vai para Direção.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Das piranhas:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span> </o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Atravesso um rio de piranha por você Grauninha.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6620891531365379577?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-67227325809225462482011-05-23T09:10:00.002-03:002011-06-11T14:58:05.241-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xH_zNFoMcZU/TdpONiPczmI/AAAAAAAABYk/-gZR60JTItM/s1600/beijja+flores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xH_zNFoMcZU/TdpONiPczmI/AAAAAAAABYk/-gZR60JTItM/s1600/beijja+flores.jpg" /></a></div>Beija-flores<br />Entre as árvores<br />Trilhas azuladas<br />.<br />Claudia Almeida<br />23/05/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6722732580922546248?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-67342438160648355932011-05-16T09:12:00.007-03:002011-05-16T09:53:39.750-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWu_o44inzo/TdETNGxVaqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Sv1lBl7AdiI/s1600/duas+folhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"><img border="0" height="309" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWu_o44inzo/TdETNGxVaqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Sv1lBl7AdiI/s320/duas+folhas.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando duas asas de folhas se fecham<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Falta d’água aos olhos das nuvens<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O vento eleva as pétalas ao tempo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A terra se veste de folhas secas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quisera serem asas de borboletas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A seguirem o caminho das águas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E voarem juntas ao tempo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Num céu de esquecimento<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Claudia Almeida</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">16/05/2011</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6734243816064835593?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-25160456308528992872011-05-10T00:12:00.002-03:002011-05-14T10:34:15.654-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wY4Lb1MGqBg/TcisaHGPShI/AAAAAAAABYM/P-jZd-UhE-k/s1600/nauman_fish_oct_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wY4Lb1MGqBg/TcisaHGPShI/AAAAAAAABYM/P-jZd-UhE-k/s320/nauman_fish_oct_05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong>Ossos do barão</strong><br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Tão longe estão os pássaros<br />Gaivotas nascem no mar<br />No espumeiro da baia<br />Vejo o quadro plástico<br />É o gás negro da desgraça<br />Que mata a água,<br />Líquens amarelos e peixes<br />E as esculturas dos peixes<br />Voam<b> C</b>eleste entre os homens<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />10/05/2011<br />imagem google<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2516045630852899287?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-16717175683454830002011-05-04T19:22:00.001-03:002011-05-04T19:23:08.517-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-477FEtq4-4Y/TcHQdS5W4eI/AAAAAAAABXg/Z8I0XdaJBhk/s1600/trigo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-477FEtq4-4Y/TcHQdS5W4eI/AAAAAAAABXg/Z8I0XdaJBhk/s320/trigo1.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Às colheitas os anjos anunciam<br />Semeiem o trigo entre vós<br />E nas aves o Espírito Santo<br />Vão desobstruindo as rosas<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />04/05/2010<br />imagem google<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-1671717568345483000?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-8396583324019979692011-05-02T11:11:00.001-03:002011-05-02T11:12:30.683-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVCTU_XzMT0/Tb67DXPzByI/AAAAAAAABXc/viESc4wOEn4/s1600/%25C3%25ADndios+isolados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVCTU_XzMT0/Tb67DXPzByI/AAAAAAAABXc/viESc4wOEn4/s320/%25C3%25ADndios+isolados.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong>Tinta humana</strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span></strong><br />Na floresta a passagem abstrata<br />Deságua o código do planeta<br />O tratado do índio é o extrato<br />Substrato da raiz fluorescente<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />02/05/2010<br />imagem google<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-839658332401997969?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-60433887391153314752011-05-01T13:57:00.002-03:002011-05-01T18:54:03.354-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-coso5hiE_V8/Tb2QBjkGtdI/AAAAAAAABXY/4yvHBZTOBfQ/s1600/buque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-coso5hiE_V8/Tb2QBjkGtdI/AAAAAAAABXY/4yvHBZTOBfQ/s320/buque.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong>G1</strong><br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />O pássaro desperta<br />E flutua na gravidade<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Vê o buquê de estrelas<br />E sonha em voltar<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />01/05/2010<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6043388739115331475?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-9955472837188709192011-04-27T01:09:00.000-03:002011-04-27T01:09:38.452-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1srBcIaW68/TbeWaeGXK2I/AAAAAAAABXU/ZC3JbCNug6k/s1600/anjo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1srBcIaW68/TbeWaeGXK2I/AAAAAAAABXU/ZC3JbCNug6k/s1600/anjo.jpg" /></a></div><strong>Exercício metafísico feminino</strong><br /><br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Desejo te amar...<br />E ser dele<br />A flor aflora<br />A falta que sinto<br />De ser avis<br />Sentado na calçada<br />Como anjo<br />O tempo nos consome<br />Lentamente <br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />27/04/2011<br />imagem google<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-995547283718870919?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-33035410381845424662011-04-22T18:06:00.001-03:002011-04-22T18:07:36.635-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFXnJ_s_mZ8/TbHsslwcdyI/AAAAAAAABXQ/QMnMBmAWLSE/s1600/Brincando+em+Gerib%25C3%25A1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFXnJ_s_mZ8/TbHsslwcdyI/AAAAAAAABXQ/QMnMBmAWLSE/s320/Brincando+em+Gerib%25C3%25A1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Os cardumes de peixinhos<br />Brincam no espelho d’água<br />No castelo a beira do mar.<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />22/04/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-3303541038184542466?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-38530016295766021452011-04-18T23:40:00.000-03:002011-04-18T23:40:44.457-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOHL3ir33so/Taz1qQcKCbI/AAAAAAAABXM/ec94Xug5YHM/s1600/lago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="226" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOHL3ir33so/Taz1qQcKCbI/AAAAAAAABXM/ec94Xug5YHM/s320/lago.jpg" width="320" /></strong></a></div><strong>Carpas poéticas</strong><br /><br /><br />O monge passa as mãos no mar<br />As carpas saltam<br />Suas sandálias abrangem a areia<br />O vento deixa suas marcas nas ondas<br />Que quebram suas formas estéticas<br />O monge navegante não deriva<br />Contempla a matriz das correntezas<br />O mantra passou pela mente do monge<br />Ele nada entre as carpas no mar verde.<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />18/04/2011<br />imagem google<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-3853001629576602145?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-7265663839533737382011-04-17T22:22:00.002-03:002011-04-17T22:23:43.576-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHM9U0ktjlY/TauR6Ew4tqI/AAAAAAAABXI/hA2A04D_3Z8/s1600/Broto+de+rosas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHM9U0ktjlY/TauR6Ew4tqI/AAAAAAAABXI/hA2A04D_3Z8/s320/Broto+de+rosas.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>A rosa<br /><br />O grão da verdade<br />Voa do bico do pássaro<br />Espinhosa rosa brota.<br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />17/04/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-726566383953373738?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-60992035007894293652011-04-14T12:05:00.001-03:002011-04-14T12:27:03.856-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39-D2xAPcAA/TacMxwxoswI/AAAAAAAABXE/fY3chrCdzcc/s1600/A+rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39-D2xAPcAA/TacMxwxoswI/AAAAAAAABXE/fY3chrCdzcc/s320/A+rosa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Inverno<br /><br />No silêncio da estação<br />O homem esmaga a rosa<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<br />14/04/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6099203500789429365?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-76851535171019804302011-04-10T22:32:00.001-03:002011-04-10T22:33:11.274-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd7fYCBWAwU/TaJZi_a1G1I/AAAAAAAABXA/slaKNWRIzJ0/s1600/1267566477454_9+abelhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd7fYCBWAwU/TaJZi_a1G1I/AAAAAAAABXA/slaKNWRIzJ0/s320/1267566477454_9+abelhas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong>A flor brota</strong><br /><br />A flor do mundo está na alma<br />Desterra todo sofrimento<br />E brota, estala a semente<br />Os seres ao redor acessam<br />O código volátil das flores<br />O vento da asa a natureza<br />Pássaros, pétalas, lascas<br />De madeiras nos jardins<br />A flor do mundo está nos degraus<br />Por onde as abelhas deixam o mel<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<br />10/04/2010<br />imagem google<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7685153517101980430?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-70898458201169704022011-04-09T00:33:00.001-03:002011-04-09T00:34:46.401-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrfShyrCFGg/TZ_SpqYqBaI/AAAAAAAABW8/iQ81TVcglIY/s1600/paraizo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="204" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrfShyrCFGg/TZ_SpqYqBaI/AAAAAAAABW8/iQ81TVcglIY/s320/paraizo.bmp" width="320" /></strong></a></div><strong>Vivos no Céu</strong><br /><br />O planeta Terra<br />Ilusão e água<br />Onde estava o amor pela manhã?<br />O pássaro paira<br />As pétalas caem libertas do céu<br />Os anjos recolhem as crianças mortas<br />Recebem menções e livros novos no paraíso.<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<br />09/04/2011<br />Imagem google<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-7089845820116970402?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-89786489175403552472011-04-06T22:07:00.000-03:002011-04-06T22:07:58.820-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTPZI_1lRog/TZ0Nh4pNCKI/AAAAAAAABW4/4Hd9TLldhoI/s1600/voar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTPZI_1lRog/TZ0Nh4pNCKI/AAAAAAAABW4/4Hd9TLldhoI/s320/voar.jpg" width="320" /></strong></a></div><strong>O pássaro passou</strong><br /><br />A neblina evaporada<br />Silencia o mar pela manhã<br />Os passageiros submersos em si<br />Esvaziam a alma em nuvens brancas<br /><br />Agora o pássaro é viajante.<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<br />06/04/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8978648917540355247?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-11704756124272771412011-04-03T02:49:00.000-03:002011-04-03T02:49:19.631-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUA9j5SwBYI/TZgJL6tXEOI/AAAAAAAABW0/WJeCtLzGEjk/s1600/Arma%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+de+B%25C3%25BAzios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUA9j5SwBYI/TZgJL6tXEOI/AAAAAAAABW0/WJeCtLzGEjk/s320/Arma%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+de+B%25C3%25BAzios.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong>Entre a Terra e o mar</strong><br /><br /><br />Existe uma interseção entre a Terra e o mar<br />Organismos vivos, cavalos marinhos<br />Cultivo hectares no fundo do mar<br />À saúde humana desaguar nas células<br />E o peixe se alimenta na planta de ouro<br />Entre espécies nos relevos dos corais<br />Me banho nos impactos dos Homens<br />Além do vasto sol no horizonte<br />Navegante nas correntezas do bem.<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<br />03/04/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-1170475612427277141?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-26069101051451794212011-03-30T12:58:00.000-03:002011-03-30T12:58:07.897-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODgqyG1saCo/TZNSOCdTRtI/AAAAAAAABWw/fpHlyfh12-E/s1600/2748854325_cc141c3e9b+bosque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="206" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ODgqyG1saCo/TZNSOCdTRtI/AAAAAAAABWw/fpHlyfh12-E/s320/2748854325_cc141c3e9b+bosque.jpg" width="320" /></strong></a></div><strong>A dança</strong><br /><br /><br />Eu danço com ela<br />A parede está livre<br />Iguais, iguais<br />O vento entre árvores<br />O silencio e o tempo<br />Em gêmeos a girar<br /><br />Eu danço com ela<br />O bosque está livre<br />Iguais, iguais<br />O sol entre as flores<br />A raiz e o verso<br />Em luares a girar<br /><br />Claudia Almeida<br />30/03/2011<br />imagem google<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-2606910105145179421?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-81554777915478480032011-03-27T12:32:00.007-03:002011-03-27T12:51:38.447-03:00<span style="color: #99ff99;">......................................</span><span style="color: black;">imagem google</span> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIaUd7uwdtI/TY9Y2nStZwI/AAAAAAAABWo/KggkRCk2-Nc/s1600/IMG_8454borboleta%2Bbranca.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588783357873710850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIaUd7uwdtI/TY9Y2nStZwI/AAAAAAAABWo/KggkRCk2-Nc/s400/IMG_8454borboleta%2Bbranca.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><strong> O rítmo</strong> <br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">. </span><br />A múscia da ânimo <br />A borboleta <br />Sonha a poeta <br />Com a floresta <br />Mas há no verso <br />O rítmo cósmico <br />Vital entre as pedras. <br /><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #b6d7a8;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida <br />27/03/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8155477791547848003?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-86846222056177668112011-03-25T12:22:00.003-03:002011-03-25T12:29:51.642-03:00<span style="color:#99ff99;">..................................</span>imagem google<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXA3o6UpvSc/TYyzVag4TXI/AAAAAAAABWY/PI_0cgmwxFM/s1600/2_141_33601_BXK4424_P6050050800%255B1%255D%2Bgaivota.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588038418135797106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXA3o6UpvSc/TYyzVag4TXI/AAAAAAAABWY/PI_0cgmwxFM/s400/2_141_33601_BXK4424_P6050050800%255B1%255D%2Bgaivota.jpg" /></a><strong>Nem água, nem rede</strong> <div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div>O pássaro sobrevoa o mar alto</div><div>O pescador joga a isca , a rede</div><div>O pássaro pesca no barco</div><div>O pelicano põe sua pesca na bolsa</div><div>Uma pele fina que se estende</div><div>No ar as gaivotas surpreendem-me</div><div>O atobá regurgita o mar, os peixes</div><div>A comida se foi, nem água nem rede.</div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div>Claudia Almeida</div><div>25/03/2011</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8684622205617766811?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-88854119945108263292011-03-23T18:36:00.006-03:002011-03-24T00:04:03.585-03:00<span style="color:#99ff99;">........................</span><span style="color:#000000;">imagem google</span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XXjozO1u-E/TYpn7yjM9cI/AAAAAAAABWQ/2mwobOTP4vw/s1600/0%252C%252C32878356-EX%252C00%2Bave%2Bde%2Brapina.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587392564585887170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XXjozO1u-E/TYpn7yjM9cI/AAAAAAAABWQ/2mwobOTP4vw/s400/0%252C%252C32878356-EX%252C00%2Bave%2Bde%2Brapina.jpg" /></a><strong> Inscritas</strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />Quero suas mãos morenas<br />Meigas remando por paz<br />Quero suas mãos morenas<br />Inscritas na beira do rio<br />Quero suas mãos morenas<br />Voando como ave de rapina<br />Quero suas mãos morenas<br />Tingindo curumins audazes.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />23/03/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8885411994510826329?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-60804001368554231582011-03-21T20:35:00.003-03:002011-03-22T08:36:48.841-03:00<span style="color:#99ff99;">............................</span>imagem google<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGCEfV9LQmc/TYfgzBBFiAI/AAAAAAAABWI/amFRn15hT2k/s1600/Rosas%2BVermelhas%2B2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586681029827332098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGCEfV9LQmc/TYfgzBBFiAI/AAAAAAAABWI/amFRn15hT2k/s400/Rosas%2BVermelhas%2B2.jpg" /></a><strong> Emanação de amor</strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />Lágrima perdida<br />Do amor puro<br />Dos humanos que não sentem<br />Lágrima perdida<br />Que se renova na rosa vermelha<br />E cai na floresta<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />21/03/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6080400136855423158?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-42315439525679997082011-03-18T07:50:00.003-03:002011-03-18T07:57:26.816-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ms7fmWdNEgY/TYM5HBvQqdI/AAAAAAAABWA/n598yhx61PU/s1600/Amendoin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585370755758074322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ms7fmWdNEgY/TYM5HBvQqdI/AAAAAAAABWA/n598yhx61PU/s400/Amendoin.jpg" /></a><strong> Água na montanha</strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />O poema orgânico<br />Nasce na água<br />O cavalo tem sede<br />O homem bebe a água<br />Ambos comem o milho<br />O arcanjo superior da força<br />Na nascente do equinócio<br />Na hora em que o carvalho<br />Brota na montanha.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />18/03/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4231543952567999708?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-47425611348722900542011-03-17T22:26:00.001-03:002011-03-17T22:31:12.385-03:00Língua Falada<p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27d685f3091df81a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27d685f3091df81a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330233105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D184189A7275D49EF09FF98D62BC6EDF1EE0DD07E.1755529F9F10B0380F1C7716F43CCDDAFBE6469A%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27d685f3091df81a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcGg1ApYU2eJXL6pFc5agMwZjivg&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27d685f3091df81a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330233105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D184189A7275D49EF09FF98D62BC6EDF1EE0DD07E.1755529F9F10B0380F1C7716F43CCDDAFBE6469A%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27d685f3091df81a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcGg1ApYU2eJXL6pFc5agMwZjivg&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4742561134872290054?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-42269176463358715382011-03-14T13:13:00.001-03:002011-03-14T13:17:20.523-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeM7BxMUeuE/TX4_HI8XhUI/AAAAAAAABV4/sRm43032z94/s1600/Flora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583969979878311234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeM7BxMUeuE/TX4_HI8XhUI/AAAAAAAABV4/sRm43032z94/s400/Flora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />As raízes são como o tempo brotam ora como rosas na floração da poeta.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />14/03/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-4226917646335871538?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-80521830879377418492011-03-14T11:04:00.002-03:002011-03-14T11:08:09.246-03:00<span style="color:#99ff99;">........................</span>imagem google<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2h9h3PNmJA/TX4gsWALPII/AAAAAAAABVw/9QYncHH_b2s/s1600/arco%2Biris%2Bdo%2Bmar.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583936534178643074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2h9h3PNmJA/TX4gsWALPII/AAAAAAAABVw/9QYncHH_b2s/s400/arco%2Biris%2Bdo%2Bmar.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div>Os arco íris dão cores aos cardumes.</div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div>Claudia Almeida</div><div>14/03/2011</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-8052183087937741849?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-92071605134067050992011-03-13T22:02:00.003-03:002011-03-13T22:08:18.251-03:00DECLAMADO POR: CLAUDIA ALMEIDA<p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29840717e4beda8b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29840717e4beda8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330233105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11F89FFFBA65D21451CFB2469134852D3CA32096.755EA3031CC10E32CA24BB20C2CD35CD075E2926%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29840717e4beda8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvRBFzVk98dYTs_5zghhzr0KIxC8&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29840717e4beda8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330233105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11F89FFFBA65D21451CFB2469134852D3CA32096.755EA3031CC10E32CA24BB20C2CD35CD075E2926%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29840717e4beda8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvRBFzVk98dYTs_5zghhzr0KIxC8&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-9207160513406705099?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-63270948907701154022011-03-12T23:09:00.004-03:002011-03-12T23:18:11.386-03:00<span style="color:#99ff99;">..............................</span>imagem google<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yi-snKkDbiQ/TXwnja2s_dI/AAAAAAAABVo/xzH5lfSXV8I/s1600/CUCO.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583381127490239954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yi-snKkDbiQ/TXwnja2s_dI/AAAAAAAABVo/xzH5lfSXV8I/s400/CUCO.jpg" /></a><strong> Cucos europeus</strong><br />.<br />Quando os ovos fazem , pleft<br />Os bebes cucos europeus nascem<br />São pássaros castanhos<br />Nascem nas choupanas<br />Sem vidros ou laminas<br />Que sustentem suas asas<br />Pousam na leveza do lago<br />Passam a vida nas árvores<br />No oco choco dos ninhos<br />Cantando.<br />.<br />Claudia Almeida<br />12/03/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6327094890770115402?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401075057067772500.post-63505214490605202802011-03-10T23:04:00.002-03:002011-03-10T23:09:35.710-03:00<span style="color:#99ff99;">...................................</span>imagem google<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYvljDFJoqw/TXmDcRtp0aI/AAAAAAAABVg/jHb9cxdHWXQ/s1600/Nave.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582637734916903330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYvljDFJoqw/TXmDcRtp0aI/AAAAAAAABVg/jHb9cxdHWXQ/s400/Nave.jpg" /></a><strong> Dos Russos</strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />Atlantis está sem planetas<br />Pra navegar<br />E sem internautas<br />Pra enganar.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br />Claudia Almeida<br />10/03/2010<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.playlist.com/user/47655215/dashboard<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4401075057067772500-6350521449060520280?l=florellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claudia Almeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470657801840328173noreply@blogger.com1