tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560927922710015222024-03-05T15:54:16.730-03:00Entre meus amores e versosTeresa Cristina flordecaju - Piracuruca - PICris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-63165699659738415752011-06-26T18:15:00.000-03:002011-06-26T18:15:30.550-03:00Mudança<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzX_82JSD_jWm6g3-hAptOAsBVJS2JAqzZvSwT7MzjLSZT2FVXCkh-e1jb3WJj5TEdk3rDNiQYkem7pFnSXMasLfjQvYYXKuyvR3zr6qc82Q7IpoVTajwgLWMHhMEUKQJwmuy6z8f-4tCo/s1600/IMG0257A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzX_82JSD_jWm6g3-hAptOAsBVJS2JAqzZvSwT7MzjLSZT2FVXCkh-e1jb3WJj5TEdk3rDNiQYkem7pFnSXMasLfjQvYYXKuyvR3zr6qc82Q7IpoVTajwgLWMHhMEUKQJwmuy6z8f-4tCo/s320/IMG0257A.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Já não existe mais o silêncio</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>que anuncie a solidão.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Ela partiu quando pisei neste chão...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Tampouco sinto o tamanho da estrada.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Eu era uma mulher sozinha,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>que se juntava ao choro das tardes de domingo,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>das folhas secas que se deixam levar ao vento.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Tudo isso lembra, outro tempo...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje esta terra desprende um cheiro doce</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>de onde meu peito leva a vida</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>à sombra fresca dos quintais. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Então, a tarde chegou...</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>As nuvens ficaram tais vultos partindo</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>E tão longe, do outro lado de meus sonhos</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Uma voz a dizer: “Fica comigo!”</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>E andei por muitas lembranças...</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Um rosto, um corpo, um cheiro másculo</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Braços se ergueram, como se me tirassem do chão</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Desatou-se o laço de meus cabelos</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>E, ah, meus olhos brilharam de atração!</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Ficou-me a impressão de veias em fogo</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>De um coração em desordem</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>O desenho sumário de adeus</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>E um resto de palavras não ditas...</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Por fim, escureceu...</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>E eu levantei do banco da praça</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Sem olhar para trás –</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Porque a voz dentro de mim chorava...</b></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-76367418879099552992011-01-17T15:25:00.001-03:002011-01-17T15:32:10.026-03:00Segredo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TTSIoSIkMWI/AAAAAAAABMc/l3WciBWD9iU/s1600/XXX+SUNSET.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TTSIoSIkMWI/AAAAAAAABMc/l3WciBWD9iU/s320/XXX+SUNSET.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Um dia eu sairei</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>deste meu segredo –</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>levantarei seu capuz</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>abanarei suas cinzas</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>e o aroma quente de minha voz</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>numa calma imensa falará</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>de dentro de meu corpo:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>_Eu te amo!</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-83838404876764137692011-01-08T14:32:00.001-03:002011-01-08T14:33:39.355-03:00Descoberta<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw53M0g_bL-qBG0YGQr2DUp9geS586gn7rdJBcj67Dh310So0aQP7K5fDJWofADJF5bnPJRtDRL17oc-Gf6vsypgvifzIUrauT0pknBsDcbDOmD9rjWbOXzwVKBxAaqE1_VPCvUaX8Nqmt/s1600/010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw53M0g_bL-qBG0YGQr2DUp9geS586gn7rdJBcj67Dh310So0aQP7K5fDJWofADJF5bnPJRtDRL17oc-Gf6vsypgvifzIUrauT0pknBsDcbDOmD9rjWbOXzwVKBxAaqE1_VPCvUaX8Nqmt/s400/010.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Vezes me dou conta que estou</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>com as palavras das flores</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>olhando o mundo de azul.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>E se falam que meus olhos são negros</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>completo que poesia é de toda cor.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-10060786546104099062011-01-05T19:22:00.004-03:002011-01-05T19:53:38.058-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_fCG0mZRNNzh9BrF7_t2t_diOjoGg5o3qhlvcP5VqcIxQNkKLHh-2-7uHp8OgHtoTYUkokTDunUiTWf_DUTU-4R0eJbsTkgKpRj3pDymnXD3YTx6TE5RB0Np_Hua2zjZkM9GfkbQfrz5/s1600/lajosFilep1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_fCG0mZRNNzh9BrF7_t2t_diOjoGg5o3qhlvcP5VqcIxQNkKLHh-2-7uHp8OgHtoTYUkokTDunUiTWf_DUTU-4R0eJbsTkgKpRj3pDymnXD3YTx6TE5RB0Np_Hua2zjZkM9GfkbQfrz5/s320/lajosFilep1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-71967108734955521012010-12-30T14:34:00.000-03:002010-12-30T14:34:58.265-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRzCejXcbsI/AAAAAAAABKo/nAiej6WpnFM/s1600/XX+Cais+da+Ribeira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRzCejXcbsI/AAAAAAAABKo/nAiej6WpnFM/s400/XX+Cais+da+Ribeira.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>O infinito do mar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>O mar estava pincelado de azul</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Pousavam nuvens brancas no céu</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>As águas passeavam-me nos olhos</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>E caíam no infinito...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Aos domingos, crianças ficavam</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Deslumbrada com aquele esplendor!</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Tu seguravas minha mão e num sorriso</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Falavas-me de amor.</b></span>.. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-86104272584269704722010-12-25T15:19:00.000-03:002010-12-25T15:19:14.477-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRY1JAIytzI/AAAAAAAABJs/UyiE14bKwmw/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRY1JAIytzI/AAAAAAAABJs/UyiE14bKwmw/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Os gatos da rua miam </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Em cima dos telhados</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Quanto tempo um homem</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Permanece no cio?...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ora, sempre depois de uma flor</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Pode vir outra flor...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Sempre depois de um orgasmo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Outro orgasmo... outro...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-55695768057273698742010-12-25T15:02:00.000-03:002010-12-25T15:02:08.568-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRYxb3stZEI/AAAAAAAABJo/Ql9BwCGAc_k/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRYxb3stZEI/AAAAAAAABJo/Ql9BwCGAc_k/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Eu gosto dos homens</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ainda mais se ele estiver</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>No chão... Iniciando as preliminares</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Por beijos em meus pés...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-77348531243620965312010-12-25T10:11:00.000-03:002010-12-25T10:11:12.035-03:00Teu olhar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRXtRED1AJI/AAAAAAAABJg/6B3koeEdj90/s1600/amantes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRXtRED1AJI/AAAAAAAABJg/6B3koeEdj90/s320/amantes.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Um dia era o olhar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Chegava tranquilo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Como quem conhece</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Meu corpo inteiro</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mirava meus seios</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Com ares de dono</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Assim como quem recorda</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>De algo divino</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Tragava meus lábios</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lambia minha face</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>E então mergulhava</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Em minhas pernas</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Audacioso e inquieto</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Depois... Já não lembro mais nada</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Sei apenas que teus olhos </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>São como um gato:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Eram tímidos depois arranham.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-21799231232489755722010-12-20T12:40:00.003-03:002010-12-20T18:00:11.518-03:00É amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TQ94wAuw-yI/AAAAAAAABIs/cir3BCG9tJk/s1600/casal+amando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TQ94wAuw-yI/AAAAAAAABIs/cir3BCG9tJk/s1600/casal+amando.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Este pulsar excitado</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Em meus braços e pernas</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Este vermelho nas faces</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Com nome de beijo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>É um perfume no quarto</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Que adentra na pele</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Completa o peito</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Invade o corpo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>É sangue que corre</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Através dos poros</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Tão quente tão forte</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Com sede de sexo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-61386542153484577202010-12-07T15:11:00.000-03:002010-12-07T15:11:49.485-03:00Amor e cheiro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TP54mx_ELfI/AAAAAAAABIc/pPaAMc2wmtc/s1600/paixao1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TP54mx_ELfI/AAAAAAAABIc/pPaAMc2wmtc/s320/paixao1.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Primeiro, o cheiro</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Então, os poros se assanham</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Às vezes, eu preciso de mais tempo </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Mas sejam quais forem meus receios</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Suavemente eu abro meu coração</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Para um novo amor</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>E isso tem muito a ver contigo...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-47876053370383803512010-11-21T15:49:00.000-03:002010-11-21T15:49:00.411-03:00Coisas do amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TOlpcbHNCAI/AAAAAAAABH8/q-2UpNL5pAc/s1600/l%25C3%25ADrio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TOlpcbHNCAI/AAAAAAAABH8/q-2UpNL5pAc/s1600/l%25C3%25ADrio.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Foi nesta estação antiga e carregada de cheiro de mangas que deixei meu amor. Os meninos tinham um jeito engraçado com seus jacás e vendiam todas as frutas repetindo quantas vezes se fizesse necessário, que eram as mangas mais gostosas da cidade. Eu ainda hoje acho. Vivi seis anos longe daqui e sempre me vinha aos lábios o sabor de uma manga rosa, mesmo verde. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eu devo em nesta minha vida ter me perdido intimamente quando saí de minha cidade natal. Mas quando minha mãe morreu, eu não ia ter como aguentar o casarão ao lado da ponte de ferro. É verdade que eu amava. Mas ele não podia casar comigo. Agora tenho 26 anos e posso dizer que tenho meus sentimentos sob controle. Mas naquele tempo era jovem e precisava me afastar para não me agarrar a um amor impossível.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Agora reparo como a cidade está grande. Esta pracinha é uma maravilha para as crianças brincarem no fim da tarde. E como é bom conversar embaixo das mangueiras! Meu lugar predileto quando chegava da escola em minha infância era a velha amendoeira em frente de minha casa. De lá eu avistava toda a estação e o meu tio Júlio em seu trabalho no telégrafo. Ficou muito bom esses banquinhos de madeira aqui. Eu costumava sentar nos dormentes de trilhos do trem, contíguo a minha casa, para vê-lo passar. Sinto até saudades do apito da velha maria fumaça!</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ainda nem sei por que voltei. Nunca fui de interesse material, mas meus irmãos querem que eu veja como tudo está antes de vender a propriedade materna. Talvez tivesse sido melhor guardar na memória como era antes. Pelo que há de mais sagrado que o comprador seja alguém de bons ventos pela natureza! As flores do jardim da casa precisam de uma mão amante. Minha mãe tinha paixão por lírios. Ela ficava linda num vestido amarelo colhendo flores para a mesa do café!</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quando recebi o e-mail pensei em não vir. E quando me decidi, fui movida por uma estranha força que me arrastava em pensamentos por Luís. E repeti a mim mesma que ele ainda estava noivo de minha prima Teresa. E pelo visto casaram e, para me evitar uma tristeza logo no dia de minha chegada, não me visitaram. Farei eu mesma isso e serei muito sincera em dizer-lhes que sejam felizes. Que eu perca a esperança de ser um dia acariciada por aqueles olhos claros tal como desejei tanto antes de partir. Ainda desejo? Pelo visto terei de usar de muita sensatez ao encontrá-los. Com os anos passados e distante dele devo ter aprendido a esconder mais minhas emoções. Isso mesmo. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">É bom caminhar por estes trilhos. Confesso que escolhi este caminho por ter sido aqui que descobri amá-lo. Era uma manhã de sol fresco. Agradeço a Deus por Luís não ter notado meu coração bater tão descompassado quando pedi que mo ajudasse com a sandália presa num prego dos trilhos. Pensando bem acho que ele intuiu. Recebi o calçado com umas mãos geladas, mas o sorriso dele tinha um brilho de carinho. Ahn, não era nada. Parece-me que ainda sou uma boba adolescente. Mas que na ocasião sonhei com ele me beijando, isso sim.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Engraçado, por que Luís está na calçada da casa de bate papo com meus irmãos? E por que Teresa na está com ele? Bem, deve estar dentro de casa de conversa com Gislene. Ela sempre foi a prima predileta de minha irmã caçula. Calma, controla a respiração, mulher, para não parecer tão afogueada ao falar com ele. Olha que marido de prima é parente e não pega bem constranger-se ou fazer isso com ele. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">_Puxa, mana, pensei que fosse passar a tarde toda olhando a velha estação ferroviária! Lembra do Luís, o ex-noivo de nossa prima Teresa? É ele que quer comprar a casa de mamãe...</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Foi nesta tarde que inventei de escrever de amor. Foi quando Luís me olhou como se chamasse minha querida... Ah, tanto tempo te desejando... Voltei e quero dizer que te amo... Foi nesta tarde que dei a cantar com os versos de Vinícius ...” Eu sei que vou te amar/ Por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar...”</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-81288562094296265992010-11-13T18:19:00.000-03:002010-11-13T18:19:28.322-03:00Sábado à noite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TN8Akdel09I/AAAAAAAABHo/5SHXdf2r708/s1600/images+%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TN8Akdel09I/AAAAAAAABHo/5SHXdf2r708/s1600/images+%25286%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Muitas estrelas de olhos fortes</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Na rua cheia de luar</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Com sons de grilos levantando-se</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">E num sábado à noite</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Sem janelas nem olhares</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Um homem em um apartamento</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-56875938722273149432010-11-06T18:48:00.000-03:002010-11-06T18:48:59.237-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TNXNF_hkQUI/AAAAAAAABHY/oc_oryhKq3w/s1600/images+(5).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TNXNF_hkQUI/AAAAAAAABHY/oc_oryhKq3w/s1600/images+(5).jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Coisas do amor </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fogem as horas...</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E o sol sem cerimônia brilha no azul</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Um girassol entre as rosas está em movimento</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Por que ele abre os braços ao sol com tanta graça?</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Perguntam as rosas docilmente</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E gente passa pelas calçadas</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Carros descem carros sobem as ruas</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meninos vêm das escolas num alvoroço de risos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cheiros de pães alargam-se nas casas</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E na igrejinha sinos tocam a ave-maria</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É que minha alma está em tumulto</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De pensar tão somente em ti</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ciente de teu cheiro, abre os braços</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E meus lábios vermelhos de desejo por teu beijo</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Chamam-te do jeito que tu gostas</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-36028256728912086812010-11-03T06:29:00.001-03:002010-11-03T06:30:15.375-03:00Manhã<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TNErKCTy3sI/AAAAAAAABHU/M4FnP_fdNt0/s1600/nova+manh%C3%A3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TNErKCTy3sI/AAAAAAAABHU/M4FnP_fdNt0/s320/nova+manh%C3%A3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A manhã vem com um cheiro</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De chaminés e rastros de orvalho</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E um sabiá chega de manso</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Com seu canto em todo o bico</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E ele não se importa se sou boba</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tola apaixonada</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Minha alma segue seu destino</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Conforme o calor do sol manda</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Um céu bonito, só pássaros e músicas,</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E por baixo dele</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meus passos no ar azulado.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-30249594384548542742010-09-19T12:49:00.000-03:002010-09-19T12:49:12.139-03:00Febre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TJYwzDula7I/AAAAAAAABGA/WSaThK3oj4k/s1600/download+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="304" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TJYwzDula7I/AAAAAAAABGA/WSaThK3oj4k/s400/download+(1).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ao longo da tarde ondulante,</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Tal girassol em solidão,</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Meu corpo, cheio de lirismo e febre, te chama.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Minha carne ante a beleza do rio, nua,</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Recebe os raios do sol selvagem</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E serve-se dos giros de meus pensamentos.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Estou aqui! No peito de uma flor morta</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">De desejos por tua mão amante.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Vem! O sol e as águas se fundem</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Com o aroma de minha boca</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Rubra de tanto morder teu nome</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">No bico de meus seios.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-86908315473822171702010-07-26T22:14:00.007-03:002010-07-26T22:46:26.545-03:00Quando a lua aparece<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TE44CGqWZKI/AAAAAAAABCo/XqP-_lWXt-o/s1600/Lua.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TE44CGqWZKI/AAAAAAAABCo/XqP-_lWXt-o/s400/Lua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498393803865089186" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Foto Google<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">As horas cochilam com a música do rádio<br />Até a lua fica ouvindo, serena<br />E abro minha janela para respirar o ar da noite<br /><br />Lá ao longe o rio, gigante de vida,<br />Num remanso de saudades por seus pescadores<br />Eles foram dormir e sonhar com o dia<br /><br />E fico aqui, nesta beleza infinita<br />Tudo tão enfeitado do dourado da lua</span><br /></span><br /><br /></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-63440849391169197172010-06-20T18:32:00.001-03:002010-06-20T18:32:55.511-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TwRZfK41wKqldnJBdaTi0NECDMO035fhHApVVEtC3afUXAX-nrooOJ_RCzH7xXmuVqSvLJjC7YE3Q6rVkiUQoYqqYaax0cr-77qfgTjPMlBOax8tYFDxqmdQG00EYx-CScSHkyS-zv3N/s1600/mulher+mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TwRZfK41wKqldnJBdaTi0NECDMO035fhHApVVEtC3afUXAX-nrooOJ_RCzH7xXmuVqSvLJjC7YE3Q6rVkiUQoYqqYaax0cr-77qfgTjPMlBOax8tYFDxqmdQG00EYx-CScSHkyS-zv3N/s400/mulher+mar.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-19596657555774296742010-06-19T12:32:00.000-03:002010-06-19T12:32:39.308-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpr8WIqVHSeHIUik8Xf4IHNCFCNplfkp7X558knBbyD-ZwJzY5hINhYwp-mJgst8tniB-1YVJ406KloBCiaq4fBfBDYARTPNacunKXP3Edej2i89gVO2CL96Qe4ZxFM_YIEzfZrF1RlcIg/s1600/lovers2dr7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpr8WIqVHSeHIUik8Xf4IHNCFCNplfkp7X558knBbyD-ZwJzY5hINhYwp-mJgst8tniB-1YVJ406KloBCiaq4fBfBDYARTPNacunKXP3Edej2i89gVO2CL96Qe4ZxFM_YIEzfZrF1RlcIg/s400/lovers2dr7.gif" width="400" /></a></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-74128322050928586992010-06-15T21:30:00.000-03:002010-06-15T21:30:13.518-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBga00OKfAI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Bt1xwkRHuU8/s1600/cora%EF%BF%BD%EF%BF%BDo-3931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBga00OKfAI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Bt1xwkRHuU8/s320/cora%EF%BF%BD%EF%BF%BDo-3931.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nesta noite, cantam ao longe as ondas do mar</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E um seresteiro chora para a lua</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">São canções que arrebentam pela amplidão do espaço</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O ar perfuma-se de flores das campinas</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Errantes aves banham-se de sonhos e harmonia </span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que cruzam voando em provocação sonora</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Porém meus olhos caem nas areias</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E veem meus dedos a desenhar um coração</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-75664493029994935092010-06-15T17:40:00.001-03:002010-06-15T17:43:55.113-03:00Estranho é o amor<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBflJuybQeI/AAAAAAAAA_U/B_JUI9Fh_q0/s1600/PAPEL_DE_CARTA_01_AMOR.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBflJuybQeI/AAAAAAAAA_U/B_JUI9Fh_q0/s320/PAPEL_DE_CARTA_01_AMOR.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foto Google</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Este estranho sentimento diante do luar</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A sensação é de que ouço uma melodia romântica</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E meus pés, alheios, a mim</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Abrem uma sensível alma</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dialogam com os teus</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E saem pela rua</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A dançar com tua sombra</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-9674996846685845862010-06-13T20:18:00.000-03:002010-06-13T20:18:53.263-03:00Ao luar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBVnC87l0gI/AAAAAAAAA_M/vEjGzAFJD8Q/s1600/maos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBVnC87l0gI/AAAAAAAAA_M/vEjGzAFJD8Q/s320/maos.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E juntando tuas mãos nas minhas</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ouvi num sussurro o espaço</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Entre minha boca e a tua</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E penetrei em teu céu</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fibra a fibra a tremer de anseios</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Então o luar nos banhou</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E tua voz caiu em meus sentidos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enquanto das estrelas se ouvia uma música</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-49885432738659850812010-06-13T19:24:00.000-03:002010-06-13T19:24:11.223-03:00Toda confusa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBVaQz27s7I/AAAAAAAAA_E/4FOMCDFsCXY/s1600/mulherrosa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBVaQz27s7I/AAAAAAAAA_E/4FOMCDFsCXY/s320/mulherrosa1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foto Google</span></div></span> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sei que não te disse</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Das vezes que quis te telefonar</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ouvir tua voz nas longas noites</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E fiquei, tremendo de frio, pequenina</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cabelos soltos num lingerie vermelho</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Confusa palpitante boca acesa de desejo</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pelo quarto, uma música romântica</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E no tapete, rosas vermelhas solitárias!</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-41228172634280938812010-06-12T21:51:00.003-03:002010-06-13T02:20:29.794-03:00Solidão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBQrduKiqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/vpBcGWF-9Zc/s1600/solid%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBQrduKiqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/vpBcGWF-9Zc/s320/solid%C3%A3o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foto Google</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Alvoroçada olho tua foto</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Examino, fecho-me em mim</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Depois com as mãos acaricio teu rosto</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Minuciosamente</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Como se quisesse arrebentar</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O mundo de meus sentimentos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E, explodo por dentro</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Tantas lembranças</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O calor morno de nosso corpo</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Os gemidos na hora do amor</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> O aroma que ficou no quarto</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ah, pensei morrer de prazer</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A terra pareceu-me estremecer</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E meu corpo tão febril</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Quis ser chama no espaço</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Então me prendeste em teus braços</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Como um guardião dos templos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E lá repousei meus seios</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Num silêncio de prazer</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Agora só a lua ouve meus sonhos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Que são os ruídos de minha solidão</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756092792271001522.post-14145487199636534772010-06-07T21:54:00.000-03:002010-06-07T21:54:07.178-03:00Tonta de amor<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TA2UTv19YnI/AAAAAAAAA8U/wHVftCNKaPE/s1600/sensual.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TA2UTv19YnI/AAAAAAAAA8U/wHVftCNKaPE/s320/sensual.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foto Google</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lembro de tua língua em meu pescoço</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Havia o som de uma música </span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Primeiro, tirei a blusa</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Apenas as alças... Depois... Depois me esqueci do medo)</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Caminhei com os olhos e os sentidos em teu corpo</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E tu com as mãos no meu, delicadamente</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Todo meu, todo amante</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bastava a harmonia de nossa boca</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Então... Teus dedos debaixo de minha saia</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E entre meu castelo de sonhos</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E a floresta de nossos gemidos</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dois corpos cegos entrelaçados</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ah!... Uau!..</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></b></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1