tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59558818556363067182024-03-13T12:29:50.513-07:00Hanna BresciaHanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.comBlogger5735125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-3284675165912182202012-01-26T18:20:00.001-08:002012-01-26T18:22:28.306-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gostaria de convida-los </span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">para meu novo BLOG.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Não estou conseguindo</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">mais postar meus trabalhos neste</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">a configuração não permite, desta forma</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">estou de casa nova e esperando por todos vocês.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">http://hannabrescia2.blogspot.com/</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Espero todos lá.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Beijos meus</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hanna Brescia</span></span>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-21853952075018477742011-11-22T11:04:00.001-08:002011-11-22T11:05:02.401-08:00Estou com problemas <div>para postagens de meus novos trabalhos,</div><div>aguardem estou em contato com o BLOGGER.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beijos saudosos e Av3ssos</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-73578111346293427112011-11-11T15:34:00.001-08:002011-11-11T15:34:45.243-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zd7rBqAoKVM/Tr2xESF34OI/AAAAAAAAQl8/B_gRKaRXlvY/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bguerra.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zd7rBqAoKVM/Tr2xESF34OI/AAAAAAAAQl8/B_gRKaRXlvY/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bguerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673885792690757858" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-18954539199079696322011-11-11T15:33:00.002-08:002011-11-11T15:34:27.817-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQgve2wGl2A/Tr2w-r1p3ZI/AAAAAAAAQlw/N2oSflA587A/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Bmaarta%2Bbittencourt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQgve2wGl2A/Tr2w-r1p3ZI/AAAAAAAAQlw/N2oSflA587A/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Bmaarta%2Bbittencourt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673885696522837394" /></a><div>AMOR SEM LIMITES</div><div><br /></div><div>Você é um tudo...</div><div>Uma mistura de não sei o que...</div><div>Que me atiça...</div><div>Que me acalma...</div><div>Que me faz delirar...</div><div>Sorrir...</div><div>Voar...</div><div>Voar para o infinito...</div><div>Com apenas uma asa...</div><div>Para ir de encontro à você...</div><div>Abre tua asa...</div><div>E voa comigo...</div><div>Para onde?</div><div>Pouco importa...</div><div>Os céus não tem limites...</div><div>E muito menos ...</div><div>O nosso amor...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Marta Bittencourt</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-84622817138366143862011-11-11T15:33:00.001-08:002011-11-11T15:33:49.059-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwErhElaVgU/Tr2w2ZEAVlI/AAAAAAAAQlk/IYHq87VC28c/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Bsol.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwErhElaVgU/Tr2w2ZEAVlI/AAAAAAAAQlk/IYHq87VC28c/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Bsol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673885554043803218" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-42934186877903275502011-11-11T13:52:00.001-08:002011-11-11T13:52:30.438-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQIicDkv0iI/Tr2ZG9y9oAI/AAAAAAAAQlY/udyjD1w9KY8/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2BValquiria%2BCordeiro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQIicDkv0iI/Tr2ZG9y9oAI/AAAAAAAAQlY/udyjD1w9KY8/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2BValquiria%2BCordeiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673859450503274498" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-35096260413611344322011-11-11T06:08:00.004-08:002011-11-11T06:09:27.028-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9IVPCZmml4/Tr0shUxy6dI/AAAAAAAAQlM/oXf7AI1IH6k/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9IVPCZmml4/Tr0shUxy6dI/AAAAAAAAQlM/oXf7AI1IH6k/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673740056581564882" /></a><div>Como resistir</div><div>Essa insana tentação,</div><div>Do seu corpo.</div><div>Em minha mente.</div><div>A sua voz,impregnando</div><div>Meus sentidos.</div><div>Esse paladar embriagante</div><div>Dos seus labios.</div><div>Como encontrar forças</div><div>Nas minhas fraquezas.</div><div>Deixar de sonhar você.</div><div>Minhas fantasias..</div><div>Como não te amar?</div><div>Ah! prefiro assim...</div><div>Amar-te assim.</div><div>Do que viver</div><div>Na vã melancolia.</div><div><br /></div><div>Many Pallo</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-54842005055275928042011-11-11T06:08:00.003-08:002011-11-11T06:08:57.091-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXK_1_v_bDw/Tr0sbZ9OQ0I/AAAAAAAAQlA/YiFnVECWK9U/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2BHelena%2BCorreia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXK_1_v_bDw/Tr0sbZ9OQ0I/AAAAAAAAQlA/YiFnVECWK9U/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2BHelena%2BCorreia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673739954892456770" /></a><div>sorriso... teu sorriso</div><div>vem </div><div>abraça-me nele</div><div>agora</div><div>daqui a pouco</div><div>ou amanhã</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>molha-o demoradamente</div><div>assim</div><div>em mim</div><div>no meu vazio olhar</div><div>no meu desejo profano</div><div>na pele em arrepio</div><div>no hálito do desejo</div><div><br /></div><div>molha-o </div><div>porque te quero a boca húmida</div><div>no beijo</div><div><br /></div><div>Helena Correia</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-61311826817772594092011-11-11T06:08:00.001-08:002011-11-11T06:08:32.121-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdTooFJ3_-s/Tr0sW9IK-bI/AAAAAAAAQk0/C_6isuqbqUg/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdTooFJ3_-s/Tr0sW9IK-bI/AAAAAAAAQk0/C_6isuqbqUg/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673739878434273714" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-39965855677080489112011-11-11T06:07:00.004-08:002011-11-11T06:08:14.557-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmAfF1RCW1M/Tr0sQy5g68I/AAAAAAAAQko/Nc5hdZb_6Yc/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2B%2BCristina%2BSauer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmAfF1RCW1M/Tr0sQy5g68I/AAAAAAAAQko/Nc5hdZb_6Yc/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2B%2BCristina%2BSauer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673739772609227714" /></a><div> A CONFISSÂO NA HORIZONTAL</div><div><br /></div><div>Na horizontal</div><div>Do poema</div><div>Me vejo</div><div>Pequena,</div><div>Vejo as curvas</div><div>Do teu corpo.</div><div>Teu universo</div><div>Marcado em mim.</div><div>Na vertical</div><div>Do poema</div><div>Tua pele morena</div><div>Me queima</div><div>Quando você </div><div>Me possui.</div><div>Teu hálito</div><div>Gostoso</div><div>Me tira</div><div>A consciência.</div><div><br /></div><div> Cristina Sauer</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-85260273221993549022011-11-11T06:07:00.003-08:002011-11-11T06:07:46.861-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hUZ4V2odzc/Tr0sLZFnilI/AAAAAAAAQkc/jemEMRnVdQU/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hUZ4V2odzc/Tr0sLZFnilI/AAAAAAAAQkc/jemEMRnVdQU/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673739679781325394" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-24458600473188894212011-11-11T06:07:00.001-08:002011-11-11T06:07:27.303-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8MrIjqTZYU/Tr0sGW1UhqI/AAAAAAAAQkQ/9uWAr8ixVxE/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Belvira%2Bsininho.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8MrIjqTZYU/Tr0sGW1UhqI/AAAAAAAAQkQ/9uWAr8ixVxE/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Belvira%2Bsininho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673739593276753570" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-63736619895594818782011-11-11T02:12:00.002-08:002011-11-11T02:13:10.675-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC-1xZQJDLU/Trz1Mv-TiQI/AAAAAAAAQkE/22CafnFKlIY/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Btarde%2Bde%2Bpoesia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC-1xZQJDLU/Trz1Mv-TiQI/AAAAAAAAQkE/22CafnFKlIY/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Btarde%2Bde%2Bpoesia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673679229965011202" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-8759158017742434312011-11-11T02:12:00.001-08:002011-11-11T02:12:50.088-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zg6XUUvHijI/Trz1Ha7ymXI/AAAAAAAAQj4/gDVdzIf47us/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Bhanna%2Bbrescia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zg6XUUvHijI/Trz1Ha7ymXI/AAAAAAAAQj4/gDVdzIf47us/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Bhanna%2Bbrescia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673679138417973618" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-89098109549949430782011-11-11T02:11:00.004-08:002011-11-11T02:12:29.891-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLM9IqD7h1M/Trz0_z95djI/AAAAAAAAQjs/DDnZuk-VSMA/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Bhe%25C3%25A7lena%2Bcorreia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLM9IqD7h1M/Trz0_z95djI/AAAAAAAAQjs/DDnZuk-VSMA/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Bhe%25C3%25A7lena%2Bcorreia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673679007698744882" /></a><div>SENTE-ME</div><div><br /></div><div>Demorada a noite</div><div>aperta-me nos seus braços</div><div>e fala-me baixinho</div><div>de espaços</div><div>onde os sonhos se elevam aos sentidos</div><div>e</div><div>unidos</div><div>somos pedaços</div><div>e momentos</div><div>perfeitos...</div><div>.</div><div>Terna a noite</div><div>segreda-me os corpos suados</div><div>colados</div><div>em beijos perdidos</div><div>e</div><div>no bailar dos gemidos</div><div>relembra-me as mãos</div><div>soltas</div><div>livres</div><div>como pormenores inconscientes</div><div>da ausência de privação...</div><div>.</div><div>Incendeio...</div><div>transbordo de ti...</div><div> .</div><div>Sente-me!</div><div><br /></div><div>Helena Correia</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-34073705029364763102011-11-11T02:11:00.003-08:002011-11-11T02:11:52.422-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDMAi-t1cFQ/Trz05PCHQAI/AAAAAAAAQjg/pt_blpQBxO4/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Bheredion.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDMAi-t1cFQ/Trz05PCHQAI/AAAAAAAAQjg/pt_blpQBxO4/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Bheredion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673678894705098754" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-58696558515016612052011-11-11T02:11:00.001-08:002011-11-11T02:11:30.426-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5hAC_0FOpk/Trz0zmsstfI/AAAAAAAAQjU/4X2fgFQZxrg/s1600/11%2B11%2B11%2Bbom%2Bdia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5hAC_0FOpk/Trz0zmsstfI/AAAAAAAAQjU/4X2fgFQZxrg/s400/11%2B11%2B11%2Bbom%2Bdia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673678797978514930" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-63690512760554406912011-11-10T07:07:00.003-08:002011-11-10T07:07:58.034-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sty097nxeq0/TrvowzJ1U0I/AAAAAAAAQjI/sqbGGnYYISw/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bgiuerra.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sty097nxeq0/TrvowzJ1U0I/AAAAAAAAQjI/sqbGGnYYISw/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bgiuerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673384080666088258" /></a><div>Pessoas que </div><div>gostam de andar com </div><div>a alma uniformizada, </div><div>por favor, mantenham distância! </div><div><br /></div><div>Gosto de essências pensantes, </div><div>mutantes e desafiadoras. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aprecio aqueles que </div><div>não têm vergonha de</div><div>mudar de idéia... </div><div>Dos que transgridem. </div><div>Pensar é transgredir.</div><div><br /></div><div> Lígia Guerra </div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-34203199497545578332011-11-10T07:07:00.001-08:002011-11-10T07:07:32.986-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BfqPvpQXQE/Trvoq0K6FWI/AAAAAAAAQi8/m1-x5z0FRvw/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2BRuth%2BMaria.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BfqPvpQXQE/Trvoq0K6FWI/AAAAAAAAQi8/m1-x5z0FRvw/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2BRuth%2BMaria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673383977859814754" /></a><div>DESAGRAVO</div><div><br /></div><div>Que se cale a voz</div><div>que humilha </div><div>e mata a esperança.</div><div>Que ecoe o som</div><div>das harpas angélicas,</div><div>dedilhadas </div><div>pelos justos </div><div>e complacentes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ruth Maria </div><div> Perrella</div><div>.</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-17971644640755462972011-11-10T07:06:00.002-08:002011-11-10T07:07:07.831-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewMYbH8NA4E/Trvoj1UnoVI/AAAAAAAAQiw/iC2K6W_Otew/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2Bmangeon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewMYbH8NA4E/Trvoj1UnoVI/AAAAAAAAQiw/iC2K6W_Otew/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2Bmangeon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673383857909899602" /></a><div>LÁGRIMAS</div><div><br /></div><div>Não Sinto Vergonha em</div><div>estar Fragilizada, Num</div><div>Dia ou Outro.</div><div>Não Vejo problemas em</div><div>Desnudar Meus Sentimentos</div><div>e Chorar...</div><div>Minhas Lágrimas Caem em</div><div>meu Rosto e Lentamente</div><div>Renovam Minha Alma...</div><div>E Assim _ Me Fortaleço</div><div>para Mais um Novo Dia!</div><div><br /></div><div>Renata Mangeon</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-19264556654525826022011-11-10T07:06:00.001-08:002011-11-10T07:06:38.078-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzhJVZxPX8M/Trvoc7rtGaI/AAAAAAAAQik/hXTlQtPshsE/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Bmarcia%2Brocha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzhJVZxPX8M/Trvoc7rtGaI/AAAAAAAAQik/hXTlQtPshsE/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Bmarcia%2Brocha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673383739358255522" /></a><div>Fuga</div><div><br /></div><div>Fugiste me deixando só sem teu carinho,</div><div>Foste para longe, deixando-me sozinha,</div><div>No breu da noite afogo meu medo de perder-te</div><div>Sem nunca ter tido teu amor no meu caminho.</div><div><br /></div><div>Recolhida fiquei na ausência ressentida,</div><div>Tranquei a vida, a porta e às saídas,</div><div>Deixei que se apagassem a luz do novo dia,</div><div>Escurecida minha alma chora à dor da tua vida.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amor apagado na chama esmaecida do silêncio,</div><div>Doce veneno tomado lentamente no desalento</div><div>De uma esperança perdida no passar do tempo.</div><div><br /></div><div>E eu, mulher, sinto em vão a morte em vida,</div><div>Desejo tardio perdido ao fim do longo dia</div><div>Da esperança que reconforta a felicidade amanhecida.</div><div><br /></div><div>Márcia Rocha</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-7178181138277963342011-11-10T07:05:00.004-08:002011-11-10T07:06:12.914-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9a8hVKeziRk/TrvoYUmtvPI/AAAAAAAAQiY/GQM1DY5_JHI/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9a8hVKeziRk/TrvoYUmtvPI/AAAAAAAAQiY/GQM1DY5_JHI/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673383660148866290" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-65491352336835158662011-11-10T07:05:00.003-08:002011-11-10T07:05:54.473-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYeZ9gbmtzw/TrvoShVIoUI/AAAAAAAAQiM/UR05rlS6DmM/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYeZ9gbmtzw/TrvoShVIoUI/AAAAAAAAQiM/UR05rlS6DmM/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673383560485577026" /></a><div>EM TEMPO.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vem cá vida minha.</div><div>Deixa a chuva molhar,</div><div>Essa sede dos nossos corpos.</div><div>Esta magia contida,</div><div>No silêncio da calçada.</div><div>Beija-me..perturba-me.</div><div>Envolva meu coração.</div><div>Faz-me tua!</div><div>O amor chama a lua.</div><div>E a rua..palco da nossa paixão</div><div><br /></div><div>Many Pallo</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-82451119989744552362011-11-10T07:05:00.001-08:002011-11-10T07:05:29.971-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CeZLdeo9Fi8/TrvoLmjkS6I/AAAAAAAAQiA/-e_QLAsxuZw/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2BCecilia%2Bcavalcante.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CeZLdeo9Fi8/TrvoLmjkS6I/AAAAAAAAQiA/-e_QLAsxuZw/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2BCecilia%2Bcavalcante.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673383441629203362" /></a><div>Estou vivendo </div><div>um momento </div><div>chamado amor... </div><div><br /></div><div>Teu amor </div><div>é como a </div><div>luz do Sol </div><div>iluminando </div><div>minha vida...</div><div>meus dias! </div><div><br /></div><div>Cecilia Cavalcante</div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-45710451631954622712011-11-10T05:45:00.001-08:002011-11-10T05:45:37.427-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggqpe5D9PDI/TrvVfV7DA6I/AAAAAAAAQh0/kjlTMlKnSV8/s1600/10%2B11%2B11%2Bcheguei.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggqpe5D9PDI/TrvVfV7DA6I/AAAAAAAAQh0/kjlTMlKnSV8/s400/10%2B11%2B11%2Bcheguei.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673362890040738722" /></a>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0