tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77266522193000673652024-03-14T00:23:36.725-07:00A Natureza No Meu Caminhomargaridazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789674851049233388noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726652219300067365.post-64463199830127958322008-10-26T17:39:00.000-07:002008-10-31T16:38:19.868-07:00AZUL<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SQUTrTs4VdI/AAAAAAAAATk/sKoZtdRj0pg/s1600-h/CIMG4587.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261633374396110290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SQUTrTs4VdI/AAAAAAAAATk/sKoZtdRj0pg/s320/CIMG4587.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SQUTq4aqHiI/AAAAAAAAATc/xb-j6HWxzLY/s1600-h/CIMG4456.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261633367071923746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SQUTq4aqHiI/AAAAAAAAATc/xb-j6HWxzLY/s320/CIMG4456.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span></strong>inda nos vejo meninas, magrinhas, irmãs para a vida ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">a cêrca rompida: o mundo era o pátio de árvores, frutas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">e muito brincar...</span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Z</span></strong>onzeira de risos...alegria era aquilo, as horas corriam, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">e a gente sabia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">que isto era história para o tempo contar.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">U</span></strong>ma amizade que agora me acolhe,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">nas horas difíceis me faz levantar....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span></strong>embranças somadas e compartilhadas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">de que hoje podemos nos alimentar!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Azul é o céu em que sempre te vejo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">querida Gaivota, livre a voar....</span></div>margaridazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789674851049233388noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726652219300067365.post-9030364564573882072008-10-19T17:07:00.000-07:002008-10-19T18:01:14.502-07:00AMARELO<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPvMMkoLwAI/AAAAAAAAACo/kI3ttK0QGpY/s1600-h/CIMG0501.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259021506247901186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPvMMkoLwAI/AAAAAAAAACo/kI3ttK0QGpY/s320/CIMG0501.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPvMNOx4s-I/AAAAAAAAACw/IYhtqTXxpN4/s1600-h/CIMG5013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259021517562885090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPvMNOx4s-I/AAAAAAAAACw/IYhtqTXxpN4/s320/CIMG5013.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff00;"> Amarelo: presença do sol colorindo meus dias.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Amar-elo unindo caminhos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">os sonhos vividos, promessas de ser.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">A vida somada, o encontro esperado.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Mesmo na ausência, não mais solidão...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Lembranças guardadas, um tempo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Passado.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Reviver... Por que não?</span></div><div align="center"></div>margaridazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789674851049233388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726652219300067365.post-40789465236079936422008-10-16T19:19:00.000-07:002008-10-19T17:56:57.293-07:00VERDE<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPf2goMgm9I/AAAAAAAAABo/OnURsrUeVxs/s1600-h/CIMG4970.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257942130384477138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPf2goMgm9I/AAAAAAAAABo/OnURsrUeVxs/s320/CIMG4970.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPf2gxKacrI/AAAAAAAAABw/hfUYqcEsfLg/s1600-h/CIMG4726.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257942132791603890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPf2gxKacrI/AAAAAAAAABw/hfUYqcEsfLg/s320/CIMG4726.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"> Verde, ver-te, vertente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Chuva mansa, querendo ficar...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Repouso no tempo passado contente.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">O verde da folha,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">a promessa cumprida...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Sorte escondida ? Ou flor?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Que será?</span> </div>margaridazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789674851049233388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7726652219300067365.post-74086128359954116272008-10-16T16:53:00.000-07:002008-10-19T17:57:47.479-07:00BRANCO<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPfUyIKtpAI/AAAAAAAAABI/6opra0aBTaQ/s1600-h/CIMG4955.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257905047629308930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPfUyIKtpAI/AAAAAAAAABI/6opra0aBTaQ/s320/CIMG4955.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPfUyVYPGlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KiqTcKpyeCQ/s1600-h/CIMG2584.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257905051175688786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRB-yqOTD7g/SPfUyVYPGlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KiqTcKpyeCQ/s320/CIMG2584.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> O Branco é espera</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">de algo que vem:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">pode ser fruto,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ou sonho, também...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">De branco a saudade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">pinta seus dias.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A neve, os cabelos, a nuvem no céu...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O tempo era outro,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">a vida sorria....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Pedaços de estórias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">vividas ao léu</span>. </div>margaridazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789674851049233388noreply@blogger.com2