tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59558818556363067182012-02-01T23:25:51.967-08:00Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.comBlogger57351100tag: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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-328467516591218220?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2185395207501847774?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7357811134629342711?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1895453919907969632?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8462281713836614386?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4293418687790327550?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3509626041361134432?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-5484200505527592804?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6131182681777259409?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3996585567708048911?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8526027322199354902?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2445860047318889421?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6373661989559481878?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-875915801774243431?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8909810954994943078?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3407370502936476310?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-5869655851501661205?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6369051276055440691?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3420319949754557833?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1797164464075546297?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1926455665452582602?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-717818113827796334?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6549135233683515866?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8245111998974455236?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4571045163195462271?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-30062993717408143822011-11-09T04:53:00.003-08:002011-11-09T04:53:44.559-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sZJ3jZw8pQ/Trp30IEtVXI/AAAAAAAAQXY/JjLAOxchTEI/s1600/09%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiaotti.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sZJ3jZw8pQ/Trp30IEtVXI/AAAAAAAAQXY/JjLAOxchTEI/s400/09%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiaotti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672978418030695794" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Compreendam-me</div><div><br /></div><div>Chega!</div><div>Cansei de ser um enígma,</div><div>um código indecifrável,</div><div>uma complexa e inútil</div><div>operação matemática,</div><div>uma mera interrogação...</div><div>Eu quero ser compreendida!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ginna Gaiotti</div><div>Publicado no Recanto das Letras.</div><div>Código do texto: T3324786</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3006299371740814382?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-72866425118530228652011-11-09T04:53:00.001-08:002011-11-09T04:53:21.786-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ-NSWIvOZM/Trp3uQGoVyI/AAAAAAAAQXM/vudzUvhQ9Eo/s1600/09%2B11%2B11%2BTeresa%2BImprota.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ-NSWIvOZM/Trp3uQGoVyI/AAAAAAAAQXM/vudzUvhQ9Eo/s400/09%2B11%2B11%2BTeresa%2BImprota.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672978317107025698" /></a><div>NÃO TENS IDÉIA</div><div><br /></div><div>Quando de mim tu te afastas sem clemência</div><div>Não vês o estrago e a dor que causa a tua ausência</div><div>Não tens idéia de como teço meus dias</div><div>São fios de saudade</div><div>Mesclando o sonho com realidade</div><div>Nem sequer saboreia</div><div>O sal das lágrimas que desnorteiam</div><div>O lado frágil da minha emoção</div><div>Apagando meu sorriso</div><div>Destroçando meu coração</div><div>Não tens idéia</div><div>De como enfrento cada madrugada</div><div>De choro contido</div><div>E boca calada</div><div>Não tens idéia de nada!</div><div><br /></div><div>Teresa Improta </div><div> Monnier</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7286642511853022865?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-90619401519029016912011-11-09T04:52:00.002-08:002011-11-09T04:53:00.948-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBqR-1hZWFg/Trp3oGRVNqI/AAAAAAAAQXA/t1uopF7Di_o/s1600/09%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: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBqR-1hZWFg/Trp3oGRVNqI/AAAAAAAAQXA/t1uopF7Di_o/s400/09%2B11%2B11%2Bmarcia%2Brocha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672978211388339874" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Em Meio</div><div><br /></div><div>Ao dia e a noite</div><div>Desfaço meus conceitos,</div><div>Abraço minhas dores</div><div>Deixo a saudade</div><div>Abraçar meu corpo.</div><div>Na fundura de mim</div><div>Vejo claramente à vida,</div><div>Sinto o abandono perdida,</div><div>São palavras soltas sem sentido.</div><div>E prá que haveria sentido?</div><div>Não entenderiam o que digo!</div><div>Não sabem a cor do perigo,</div><div>Não conhecem à emoção </div><div>De haver perdido,</div><div>Perdido à vontade de escrever,</div><div>À vontade de viver</div><div>A solidão no anoitecer.</div><div>Não é paixão pode crer!</div><div>É a constatação de não mais</div><div>Compreender.</div><div>Por mais que leio</div><div>Vivo à procura de porquês.</div><div><br /></div><div>Márcia Rocha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-9061940151902901691?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-71504907667101415342011-11-09T04:52:00.001-08:002011-11-09T04:52:35.398-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4IjhpZjy6s/Trp3i7sQAGI/AAAAAAAAQW0/hP66MRrMuLY/s1600/09%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: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4IjhpZjy6s/Trp3i7sQAGI/AAAAAAAAQW0/hP66MRrMuLY/s400/09%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bguerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672978122649108578" /></a><div>Nas nossas vidas </div><div>não acontecem coisas ruins, </div><div>surgem aprendizados importantes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pessoas nos decepcionam </div><div>para que possamos enxergá-las </div><div>com os olhos da verdade. </div><div><br /></div><div>Abandonos acontecem </div><div>para que encontros realmente importantes surjam. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tristezas nos visitam </div><div>para que aprendamos a estender </div><div>o tapete vermelho para as alegrias. </div><div><br /></div><div>Rupturas acontecem </div><div>para que coisas muito melhores se unam. </div><div><br /></div><div>A lágrima de ontem </div><div>beija o sorriso de hoje.</div><div><br /></div><div> Lígia Guerra </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7150490766710141534?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-46513308417284375132011-11-09T04:51:00.002-08:002011-11-09T04:52:12.606-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K9q3kDRvBM/Trp3eTdAK9I/AAAAAAAAQWo/aMYMZ9D1HsE/s1600/09%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: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K9q3kDRvBM/Trp3eTdAK9I/AAAAAAAAQWo/aMYMZ9D1HsE/s400/09%2B11%2B11%2Bheredion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672978043128261586" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4651330841728437513?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-83056298565885875182011-11-09T04:51:00.001-08:002011-11-09T04:51:55.703-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9akefZzbHwc/Trp3ZdCYgxI/AAAAAAAAQWc/eF1snFaCQ2E/s1600/09%2B11%2B11%2Bcida%2Bluz.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9akefZzbHwc/Trp3ZdCYgxI/AAAAAAAAQWc/eF1snFaCQ2E/s400/09%2B11%2B11%2Bcida%2Bluz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672977959801619218" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8305629856588587518?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-6103048055720424222011-11-09T03:44:00.001-08:002011-11-09T03:44:21.490-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2kXB8M6wAI/TrpnkWF1ooI/AAAAAAAAQWE/_Cg913b4pxI/s1600/09%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: 197px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2kXB8M6wAI/TrpnkWF1ooI/AAAAAAAAQWE/_Cg913b4pxI/s400/09%2B11%2B11%2Bbom%2Bdia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672960554729579138" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-610304805572042422?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-22258493730700726862011-11-08T12:25:00.001-08:002011-11-08T12:25:28.738-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNaXJQTAhuw/TrmQMMiOPtI/AAAAAAAAQV4/aY4qZ6QzlgE/s1600/08%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: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNaXJQTAhuw/TrmQMMiOPtI/AAAAAAAAQV4/aY4qZ6QzlgE/s400/08%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672723744847445714" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2225849373070072686?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-41356761913410195092011-11-08T12:24:00.006-08:002011-11-08T12:25:08.981-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufEamenLjII/TrmQIRCE_tI/AAAAAAAAQVs/R5K4HdTJtqY/s1600/08%2B11%2B11%2BTati%2BBernardi.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufEamenLjII/TrmQIRCE_tI/AAAAAAAAQVs/R5K4HdTJtqY/s400/08%2B11%2B11%2BTati%2BBernardi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672723677335322322" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4135676191341019509?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-26830528691206786862011-11-08T12:24:00.005-08:002011-11-08T12:24:52.509-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZWP9adEDrw/TrmQEGGEbOI/AAAAAAAAQVg/cp2LLvj0gOg/s1600/08%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: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZWP9adEDrw/TrmQEGGEbOI/AAAAAAAAQVg/cp2LLvj0gOg/s400/08%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bguerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672723605679795426" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2683052869120678686?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-67551516271020159382011-11-08T12:24:00.003-08:002011-11-08T12:24:36.699-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhOfAhlLjjE/TrmQARtTf-I/AAAAAAAAQVU/EW304YhBAys/s1600/08%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: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhOfAhlLjjE/TrmQARtTf-I/AAAAAAAAQVU/EW304YhBAys/s400/08%2B11%2B11%2Bheredion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672723540077674466" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6755151627102015938?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-5583869674199009792011-11-08T12:24:00.001-08:002011-11-08T12:24:18.214-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-re0R1R3ncyA/TrmP7uOrUtI/AAAAAAAAQVI/0NyqXMAJ0bM/s1600/08%2B11%2B11%2Bcheguei%2Binicio%2Bnoite.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: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-re0R1R3ncyA/TrmP7uOrUtI/AAAAAAAAQVI/0NyqXMAJ0bM/s400/08%2B11%2B11%2Bcheguei%2Binicio%2Bnoite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672723461834494674" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-558386967419900979?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-5849277780660139222011-11-08T03:26:00.000-08:002011-11-08T03:27:12.226-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSDWeuX79PU/TrkSAZnZERI/AAAAAAAAQU8/E4Qjc7rufIg/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Bhanna%2B03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSDWeuX79PU/TrkSAZnZERI/AAAAAAAAQU8/E4Qjc7rufIg/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Bhanna%2B03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672585003735257362" /></a><div>Protejo-me</div><div><br /></div><div>Sou serva fiél dos</div><div>meus sentimentos...</div><div>Vibro com a alegria que</div><div>meu sorriso desenha!</div><div>Mas, sempre previno-me</div><div>brincando de felicidade,</div><div>quando vejo chegar</div><div>o sofrimento e antes</div><div>que a lágrima venha...</div><div><br /></div><div>Acompanho maravilhada</div><div>quando m'alma flutua!</div><div>Mas, calço com cuidado</div><div>meus pés, antes deles</div><div>pisarem o solo dorido</div><div>da minha realidade nua.</div><div><br /></div><div>Permito-me até sonhar!</div><div>Mas, mantenho-me</div><div>alerta a cada despertar.</div><div>Assisto extasiada quando</div><div>meu coração se apaixona...</div><div>Mas, trago sempre comigo</div><div>o bálsamo que ameniza a dor</div><div>caso ele saia ferido dessa</div><div>batalha louca e alucinante</div><div>que se chama Amor!...</div><div><br /></div><div>Ginna Gaiotti</div><div>Publicado no Recanto das Letras.</div><div>Código do texto: T1765627</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-584927778066013922?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-3705243574502002982011-11-08T03:25:00.000-08:002011-11-08T03:26:43.224-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdl_HdzRhTw/TrkRyX75UgI/AAAAAAAAQUw/aW38AOFO9bw/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Bhanna%2B02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdl_HdzRhTw/TrkRyX75UgI/AAAAAAAAQUw/aW38AOFO9bw/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Bhanna%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672584762766217730" /></a><div>Grite!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me chama!</div><div>Pois o seu silêncio </div><div>fere meus ouvidos e </div><div>doi muito em mim...</div><div>Ele me machuca mais </div><div>que a saudade e a</div><div>ausência de você aqui!...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ginna Gaiotti</div><div>Publicado no Recanto das Letras.</div><div>Código do texto: T3322216</div><div>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-370524357450200298?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-73153849901515078072011-11-08T03:24:00.004-08:002011-11-08T03:25:47.362-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5ZLSqY5Wu0/TrkRl1Kw6qI/AAAAAAAAQUk/cQWEjQfi2YQ/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5ZLSqY5Wu0/TrkRl1Kw6qI/AAAAAAAAQUk/cQWEjQfi2YQ/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672584547274910370" /></a><div>Sinais</div><div><br /></div><div>Quando me perdi de mim,</div><div>a muito já tinha te perdido.</div><div>Mas não li os teus sinais que</div><div>sempre deixaste explícitos...</div><div>Só eu não enxergava o fim.</div><div>Só eu não havia entendido!...</div><div><br /></div><div>Ginna Gaiotti</div><div>Publicado no Recanto das Letras.</div><div>Código do texto: T1756294</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7315384990151507807?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-51457179071656213422011-11-08T03:24:00.003-08:002011-11-08T03:24:52.769-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kb2Vj7Ux-yk/TrkRetLviDI/AAAAAAAAQUY/jaCE95QPsHk/s1600/07%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: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kb2Vj7Ux-yk/TrkRetLviDI/AAAAAAAAQUY/jaCE95QPsHk/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2BHelena%2BCorreia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672584424872446002" /></a><div>Grito sim...</div><div>Esquece as palavras e olha-me apenas...</div><div>Deixa que dos teus olhos escorregue a ternura que te humedece os lábios</div><div>e beija-me</div><div>simplesmente</div><div><br /></div><div>E permanece em mim</div><div><br /></div><div>Despe-te</div><div>Abriga-te debaixo da minha pele suada</div><div>e beija-me</div><div>docemente</div><div><br /></div><div>Mas permanece em mim</div><div><br /></div><div>Fecha os olhos e desamarra-te do mundo</div><div>desgarra-te da vida por um segundo</div><div>e beija-me</div><div>voando</div><div><br /></div><div>E permanece em mim</div><div><br /></div><div>Quebra as asas e voa mesmo assim</div><div>Abraça-me</div><div>Aperta-me</div><div>Quebra o silêncio</div><div>Grita</div><div>e beija-me</div><div>gemendo</div><div><br /></div><div>Mas deixa que permaneça em ti</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Helena Correia</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-5145717907165621342?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-75692517110305768712011-11-08T03:24:00.001-08:002011-11-08T03:24:27.225-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oE0LkQnA80Y/TrkRWgIqNfI/AAAAAAAAQUM/aQ68H1x0O5M/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2B02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oE0LkQnA80Y/TrkRWgIqNfI/AAAAAAAAQUM/aQ68H1x0O5M/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672584283930899954" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7569251711030576871?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-82590693907714570882011-11-08T03:23:00.003-08:002011-11-08T03:23:58.607-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaN3aLx6k8c/TrkRRqzJEBI/AAAAAAAAQUA/zJVva0y3-Cc/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Brenata.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaN3aLx6k8c/TrkRRqzJEBI/AAAAAAAAQUA/zJVva0y3-Cc/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Brenata.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672584200894091282" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8259069390771457088?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-46885086217624869452011-11-08T03:23:00.001-08:002011-11-08T03:23:33.804-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0v6FYJ377aI/TrkRKtMIz4I/AAAAAAAAQT0/1Yhmf1izEGo/s1600/07%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: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0v6FYJ377aI/TrkRKtMIz4I/AAAAAAAAQT0/1Yhmf1izEGo/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bguerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672584081276718978" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4688508621762486945?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-37574262552323086952011-11-08T03:22:00.000-08:002011-11-08T03:23:03.387-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxGZXEz_jbw/TrkRE_qyA5I/AAAAAAAAQTo/HibKjcX9Dwk/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Balexandre%2Balaor%2B38.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxGZXEz_jbw/TrkRE_qyA5I/AAAAAAAAQTo/HibKjcX9Dwk/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Balexandre%2Balaor%2B38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672583983157871506" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3757426255232308695?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-9269139738308134802011-11-08T03:21:00.002-08:002011-11-08T03:22:44.241-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mcP2MlkbX0/TrkQ6hjCLeI/AAAAAAAAQTc/xLiHP5ev81Y/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Balexandre%2Balaor%2B38%2B02.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: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mcP2MlkbX0/TrkQ6hjCLeI/AAAAAAAAQTc/xLiHP5ev81Y/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Balexandre%2Balaor%2B38%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672583803273620962" /></a><div>MEU SILÊNCIO</div><div><br /></div><div>Deito-me...</div><div>O meu corpo sepultado na </div><div>Minha própria cama. </div><div>Eu quase morto. </div><div>Apenas uma leve respiração e </div><div>Um fraco batimento do coração. </div><div>Eu sepultado. </div><div>O peso dos cobertores, o silêncio </div><div>Do quarto, o silêncio da morte. </div><div>E a noite que cai mansamente. </div><div>A solidão daquilo que fui um dia. </div><div>Eu na noite, escura, como todas </div><div>As manhãs escuras. </div><div>Voltou a chover. </div><div>A água estala contra a vidraça e </div><div>Quebra o meu silêncio.</div><div>Acordando-me de pensamentos</div><div>Macabros.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alexandre Alaor</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-926913973830813480?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-64382464793799465652011-11-08T03:21:00.001-08:002011-11-08T03:21:51.854-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erdUtCyG-4A/TrkQyscEoEI/AAAAAAAAQTQ/nGlQOCliIqU/s1600/08%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: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erdUtCyG-4A/TrkQyscEoEI/AAAAAAAAQTQ/nGlQOCliIqU/s400/08%2B11%2B11%2Bbom%2Bdia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672583668758257730" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6438246479379946565?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-38441813718312810092011-11-07T06:44:00.003-08:002011-11-07T06:44:39.980-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP9_8ofUHT8/Trfu1GZ8YPI/AAAAAAAAQTE/zti0wWCLF6I/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Bamo%2Bvc.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: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP9_8ofUHT8/Trfu1GZ8YPI/AAAAAAAAQTE/zti0wWCLF6I/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Bamo%2Bvc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672264851716333810" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3844181371831281009?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-81553735234150428052011-11-07T06:44:00.001-08:002011-11-07T06:44:19.419-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOTbCxDBy2w/TrfuwOXe_qI/AAAAAAAAQS4/oF4IL8GWPAo/s1600/07%2B11%2B11%2Bclaudia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOTbCxDBy2w/TrfuwOXe_qI/AAAAAAAAQS4/oF4IL8GWPAo/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Bclaudia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672264767954157218" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8155373523415042805?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-61551473339452818152011-11-07T06:43:00.001-08:002011-11-07T06:43:59.478-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWhQtSEazrM/TrfuqnMy_0I/AAAAAAAAQSs/n_eO1G_UBf8/s1600/07%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: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWhQtSEazrM/TrfuqnMy_0I/AAAAAAAAQSs/n_eO1G_UBf8/s400/07%2B11%2B11%2Bbom%2Bdia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672264671541002050" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6155147333945281815?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-17301588364333267492011-11-06T17:36:00.002-08:002011-11-06T17:37:05.161-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NF9zqyo3b0I/Trc2MceATEI/AAAAAAAAQSg/G-APtYkP83s/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2Bmanageon.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NF9zqyo3b0I/Trc2MceATEI/AAAAAAAAQSg/G-APtYkP83s/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2Bmanageon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061843124800578" /></a><div><br /></div><div>PROMETO</div><div><br /></div><div>Segure minha Mão e</div><div>Se entregue a Mim...</div><div>Não tenha Medo,</div><div>Inseguranças ou</div><div>Incertezas...</div><div>Caminhe ao Meu</div><div>Lado...</div><div>E eu Prometo Te</div><div>Fazer Feliz...</div><div><br /></div><div>Renata Mangeon</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1730158836433326749?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-76961765082597156812011-11-06T17:36:00.001-08:002011-11-06T17:36:35.065-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9hZ9Xtivo0/Trc2DAu6LII/AAAAAAAAQSU/fzVOOOlsCzc/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2Bmanageon%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/-Q9hZ9Xtivo0/Trc2DAu6LII/AAAAAAAAQSU/fzVOOOlsCzc/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2Bmanageon%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061681060686978" /></a><div>AMOR MEU</div><div><br /></div><div>Você é meu Mar Revolto e a Brisa que toca </div><div>meu Rosto...</div><div>Meu Amor Incontrolável, Meu Desejo</div><div>Contido e Minha Paixão desenfreada...</div><div>O Néctar que mata minha Sede e o </div><div>Alimento que sacia meu Corpo...</div><div>O Tormento da Partida e a Calmaria </div><div>da chegada...</div><div>O Inverno que esfria minhas Noites e </div><div>o Sol que aquece meus Dias...</div><div>Você é Assim...</div><div>O Inverso e Reverso de mim!</div><div><br /></div><div>Renata Mangeon</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7696176508259715681?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-1698603101729781962011-11-06T17:35:00.003-08:002011-11-06T17:35:58.470-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj8efbl7qbI/Trc19dQ9sEI/AAAAAAAAQSI/B_qNIowbXn8/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2Bregina.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/-jj8efbl7qbI/Trc19dQ9sEI/AAAAAAAAQSI/B_qNIowbXn8/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bregina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061585640501314" /></a><div>BUSCA</div><div><br /></div><div>Ela busca lá fora,</div><div>o que bate lá dentro.</div><div>A mesma,</div><div>procura na luz,</div><div>o reflexo</div><div>do próprio sentimento.</div><div>Questão de ver-se</div><div>e acreditar</div><div>no querer acontecer,</div><div>do que bem</div><div>próximo está.</div><div>Nem longe,</div><div>nem perto.</div><div>está logo alí...</div><div><br /></div><div>Regina Zamora</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-169860310172978196?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-82678265941050701162011-11-06T17:35:00.001-08:002011-11-06T17:35:35.865-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUJaWcpZilA/Trc15COVExI/AAAAAAAAQR8/4B0s84DA62I/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2Bmartha%2Bmedeiros.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUJaWcpZilA/Trc15COVExI/AAAAAAAAQR8/4B0s84DA62I/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bmartha%2Bmedeiros.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061509662216978" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8267826594105070116?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-4540018253263818192011-11-06T17:34:00.002-08:002011-11-06T17:35:16.363-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dp5II_G3jNo/Trc1wVRMFhI/AAAAAAAAQRw/lsZ-8joM6Tw/s1600/06%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: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dp5II_G3jNo/Trc1wVRMFhI/AAAAAAAAQRw/lsZ-8joM6Tw/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bmarcia%2Brocha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061360155661842" /></a><div>O Tempo</div><div><br /></div><div>Não se controla o tempo</div><div>Ele foge sem parar</div><div>Escorre pelos dedos..</div><div>Só nos lembramos disso</div><div>Vendo a vida passar.</div><div><br /></div><div>A vida que foi vivida</div><div>Passou como tudo passa,</div><div>A juventude inconsequente</div><div>Ficou perdida na estrada.</div><div><br /></div><div>O ímpeto do amor carnal</div><div>Se transforma em calmaria</div><div>Desejo e paixão não terminam</div><div>Apenas se modificam.</div><div><br /></div><div>Elegância é conselho dos anos,</div><div>Temores nascem da solidão,</div><div>Paz existe somente no silêncio,</div><div>Ruídos excessivos afetam o coração.</div><div><br /></div><div>Essencial é estar em paz com Deus,</div><div>Somos filhos do universo que caminha</div><div>A despeito da confusão da vida</div><div>Mantenha a alma cristalina.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ame seus amigos com verdade,</div><div>Nunca se deve fingir afeição</div><div>Nunca descarte um grande amor</div><div>Ele trará felicidade e emoção.</div><div><br /></div><div>Com a sabedoria do tempo</div><div>Conhecemos melhor nossa alma,</div><div>As fontes de águas que jorram</div><div>São o alimentam que acalmam.</div><div><br /></div><div>Márcia Rocha </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-454001825326381819?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-39217644408493070182011-11-06T17:34:00.001-08:002011-11-06T17:34:41.537-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-RjyMKSigo/Trc1l3uwaNI/AAAAAAAAQRk/WNP88KonZVo/s1600/06%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: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-RjyMKSigo/Trc1l3uwaNI/AAAAAAAAQRk/WNP88KonZVo/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672061180427921618" /></a><div>CHAMA-ME.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chama por mim.</div><div>Tira-me desses versos,</div><div>Tristes cheios de muralhas.</div><div>Que ofusca minha voz.</div><div>Desabotoa essa distância perdida.</div><div>Coloca-me na palma dos seus olhos.</div><div>E na seresta da sua retina,</div><div>Quero planar no gel verde</div><div>Do seu olhar.</div><div>Chama por mim! </div><div><br /></div><div>Many Pallo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3921764440849307018?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-13577856669426594562011-11-06T17:33:00.000-08:002011-11-06T17:34:02.139-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7544HD6OYCU/Trc1ZqlSRFI/AAAAAAAAQRY/XoI3m3kvDwM/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2BMachado%2Bde%2BCarlos.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: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7544HD6OYCU/Trc1ZqlSRFI/AAAAAAAAQRY/XoI3m3kvDwM/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2BMachado%2Bde%2BCarlos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672060970740106322" /></a><div>Teu Sorriso</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ela chegou falante e de passagem:</div><div>Imagino o enorme carnaval!...</div><div>Viajo no tempo, neste mundo real...</div><div>Ai, amor!...Teu coração é tua imagem.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rapidamente entrego-te a mensagem</div><div>Seguimos ao porvir; minha imortal!</div><div>Olvidamos o frívolo metal,</div><div>Com tua luz seguiremos a viagem...</div><div><br /></div><div>... E como tu és linda!...E sorrindo?</div><div>Sou dono da tua alma; - Corpo lindo!</div><div>...E em festa entro em teu coração.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ofereço-te versos com requinte;</div><div>Em cada letra degusto um brinde,</div><div>A lograr duma vez a imensidão!...</div><div><br /></div><div>Machado de Carlos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1357785666942659456?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-8789491300022889142011-11-06T17:32:00.004-08:002011-11-06T17:33:11.868-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iex3gaN0QLA/Trc1SxfGGsI/AAAAAAAAQRM/IS5L_HpgU_s/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2BLady%2BAmmy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iex3gaN0QLA/Trc1SxfGGsI/AAAAAAAAQRM/IS5L_HpgU_s/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2BLady%2BAmmy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672060852334107330" /></a><div>O meu amor é terno</div><div>Delicado</div><div>Sincero</div><div>Sensivel</div><div>Quase intocável</div><div>Como é bom me sentir assim</div><div>Ás vezes não sou dona de mim</div><div>Por tanto amor</div><div>que tenho por você</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lady Ammy</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-878949130002288914?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-8996160838528957992011-11-06T17:32:00.003-08:002011-11-06T17:32:46.503-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgMjMfu-tbg/Trc1OsNIX5I/AAAAAAAAQRA/9O_jEz2fcck/s1600/06%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: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgMjMfu-tbg/Trc1OsNIX5I/AAAAAAAAQRA/9O_jEz2fcck/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bhe%25C3%25A7lena%2Bcorreia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672060782197104530" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-899616083852895799?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-55172514708249079372011-11-06T17:32:00.001-08:002011-11-06T17:32:28.009-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0FauWEgebdk/Trc1IZdibTI/AAAAAAAAQQ0/8TFGDdlgOVM/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0FauWEgebdk/Trc1IZdibTI/AAAAAAAAQQ0/8TFGDdlgOVM/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672060674086432050" /></a><div>Sou Tua!</div><div><br /></div><div>Venha...</div><div>Mas chegue devagarinho</div><div>_ a porta está entreaberta.</div><div>Não faças barulho!</div><div>Não despertes a lua...</div><div>Toque-me de mansinho</div><div>e sinta em teu corpo</div><div>o calor da minha pele nua!</div><div>Abraça-me lentamente...</div><div>Entorpeça-me com teu beijo</div><div>fazendo-me só tua...</div><div>Invada-me com teu desejo!</div><div>Grite baixinho meu nome</div><div>para que eu não desfaleça...</div><div>Faça-me tremer de prazer</div><div>e devora-me com fome!</div><div>Amorteça meu corpo quente</div><div>com teu carinho e tesão</div><div>e ama-me suavemente...</div><div>Segure forte minha mão</div><div>conduzindo-me ao teu céu...</div><div>Mostra-me o que é o amor!</div><div>Encha minha alma vazia</div><div>com essa louca paixão!...</div><div><br /></div><div>Ginna Gaiotti</div><div>Publicado no Recanto das Letras</div><div>Código do texto: T1755198</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-5517251470824907937?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-14519099504395338272011-11-06T17:31:00.000-08:002011-11-06T17:32:03.685-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3BwQKzCbYU/Trc1A0BfCBI/AAAAAAAAQQo/uPnKc7TaDyg/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2Bcida%2Bluz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3BwQKzCbYU/Trc1A0BfCBI/AAAAAAAAQQo/uPnKc7TaDyg/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bcida%2Bluz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672060543777572882" /></a><div>Olha e sente bem que </div><div>o amor é um sentimento</div><div>teimoso em suas facetas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Não se vá por ai </div><div>em vaidades sedutoras.</div><div>Viverás somente momentos efêmeros...</div><div><br /></div><div>Deixe que o coração </div><div>se aqueça no amanhecer de</div><div>Alguma saudade... </div><div>De alguma lembrança boa...</div><div>De uma vontade quase </div><div>que exasperada (e tão suave)</div><div>para reviver o gosto de Um beijo,</div><div>a ternura de um olhar ou de</div><div>uma simples Palavra </div><div>que desarmou o frenesi</div><div>e anoiteceu outros quereres </div><div>dentro do peito...</div><div><br /></div><div>Cida Luz</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1451909950439533827?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-56898688398636829652011-11-06T17:30:00.002-08:002011-11-06T17:31:33.977-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eexzUOrn5Dw/Trc02x3HZZI/AAAAAAAAQQc/QRmldvp6Jt8/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2Bbarbara%2Be%2Bcida.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: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eexzUOrn5Dw/Trc02x3HZZI/AAAAAAAAQQc/QRmldvp6Jt8/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bbarbara%2Be%2Bcida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672060371398518162" /></a><div>Por te amar</div><div><br /></div><div>Tenho dias apaixonados, </div><div>Dias feitos de você...</div><div>Dias em que a saudade faz</div><div>Questão de desnudar todo o amor</div><div>Sentido, submisso e silenciado...</div><div>Você tem algo que me encanta,</div><div>Que Me prende e domina...</div><div>A Sua essência me envolve,</div><div>Desvenda os meus anseios...</div><div>E perco-me por querer...</div><div>Por tanto prazer...</div><div>Por te amar imensamente e assim, </div><div>viver!...</div><div><br /></div><div>Dolce Bárbara </div><div> &amp; Cida Luz</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-5689868839863682965?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-60328667878297920362011-11-06T17:30:00.001-08:002011-11-06T17:30:44.646-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9sXnRYkvPvI/Trc0wfY0_ZI/AAAAAAAAQQQ/87nH0e6pmdc/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2BPoetinha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9sXnRYkvPvI/Trc0wfY0_ZI/AAAAAAAAQQQ/87nH0e6pmdc/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2BPoetinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672060263360429458" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6032866787829792036?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-12201760933842638372011-11-06T17:28:00.000-08:002011-11-06T17:30:20.788-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-Dp3d6XJ40/Trc0d2nqQuI/AAAAAAAAQQE/zWl6wSaBzOE/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2Bvalqu8iria%2Bcordeiro.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: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-Dp3d6XJ40/Trc0d2nqQuI/AAAAAAAAQQE/zWl6wSaBzOE/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2Bvalqu8iria%2Bcordeiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672059943179141858" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1220176093384263837?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-3195808837304224522011-11-05T12:01:00.003-07:002011-11-05T12:01:38.192-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4Kd6BOOapA/TrWIDl5zSFI/AAAAAAAAQFk/m74Z6nKJBqo/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4Kd6BOOapA/TrWIDl5zSFI/AAAAAAAAQFk/m74Z6nKJBqo/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671588901038540882" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-319580883730422452?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-15663025946664027002011-11-05T12:01:00.001-07:002011-11-05T12:01:21.882-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z78_TLo0xSQ/TrWH-YsGV8I/AAAAAAAAQFY/NUgUxv4LLc0/s1600/05%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: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z78_TLo0xSQ/TrWH-YsGV8I/AAAAAAAAQFY/NUgUxv4LLc0/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bguerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671588811592062914" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Essa história de que </div><div>o tempo cura tudo é o maior engodo, </div><div>especialmente quando o assunto é amor. </div><div><br /></div><div>O tempo apenas desfoca a emoção. </div><div><br /></div><div>Basta uma pequena fagulha </div><div>como um reencontro ou qualquer </div><div>outra ironia do destino e pronto! </div><div><br /></div><div>O estopim reascende. </div><div>A paixão inflama. </div><div><br /></div><div>O amor toma posse </div><div>do seu trono e reina absoluto.</div><div><br /></div><div> Lígia Guerra</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1566302594666402700?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-88303328590118789412011-11-05T12:00:00.003-07:002011-11-05T12:00:59.808-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usK7sZQ3PWk/TrWH4jsjQwI/AAAAAAAAQFM/mbgYtabKTyg/s1600/05%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: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usK7sZQ3PWk/TrWH4jsjQwI/AAAAAAAAQFM/mbgYtabKTyg/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bsol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671588711467533058" /></a><div>Sou Carne, </div><div>Pele, </div><div>Desejo, </div><div>Fome: </div><div>Plural de nada. </div><div><br /></div><div>Essência do sabor da vida. </div><div>Sou Ardor, </div><div>Sou Paixão e... </div><div>Também Sou Amor. </div><div>Simples Assim.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nazareth Leal </div><div> Sol</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8830332859011878941?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-27941343526860593722011-11-05T12:00:00.001-07:002011-11-05T12:00:34.406-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0FpiojOhdo/TrWHz-kETbI/AAAAAAAAQFA/p9KmIKvr-q0/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2BMaxuel%2BScorpiano.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0FpiojOhdo/TrWHz-kETbI/AAAAAAAAQFA/p9KmIKvr-q0/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2BMaxuel%2BScorpiano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671588632780361138" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2794134352686059372?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-58916132293964360652011-11-05T11:59:00.002-07:002011-11-05T12:00:16.090-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spTio9xDYOo/TrWHt9A4WpI/AAAAAAAAQE0/Ig3ESCfsXpM/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Bainacelita.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spTio9xDYOo/TrWHt9A4WpI/AAAAAAAAQE0/Ig3ESCfsXpM/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bainacelita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671588529285126802" /></a><div><br /></div><div>MOMENTOS</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sinto o soprar </div><div>de tuas palavras,</div><div>Em meu ouvido.</div><div>Cantarolando </div><div>nossa música.</div><div>Revivo os momentos.</div><div>Os apegos...</div><div>Pegadas...</div><div>Suspiro e retorno.</div><div>Cai a cortina...</div><div>Apagam-se os </div><div>refletores no palco...</div><div>Volto à realidade!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-5891613229396436065?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-34270987557521765512011-11-05T11:59:00.001-07:002011-11-05T11:59:53.325-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DThVngmEwWI/TrWHpKVtdZI/AAAAAAAAQEo/UdChnygxtds/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Bdolce%2Bbarbara.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DThVngmEwWI/TrWHpKVtdZI/AAAAAAAAQEo/UdChnygxtds/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bdolce%2Bbarbara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671588446962808210" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3427098755752176551?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-35687645278954682962011-11-05T11:09:00.003-07:002011-11-05T11:09:47.047-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fU94xYk4dwY/TrV72RXShGI/AAAAAAAAQEc/JcIjsa9rCTE/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B06.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fU94xYk4dwY/TrV72RXShGI/AAAAAAAAQEc/JcIjsa9rCTE/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671575478047245410" /></a><div>QUISERA EU</div><div><br /></div><div>Quisera um dia dizer -te</div><div>Que te percebo.</div><div>Na cama onde não dormimos.</div><div>No silêncio, das palavras loucas,</div><div>Que não dizemos.</div><div>Nas manhãs frias.</div><div>Nas tardes se sol escaldante.</div><div>No seu olhar distante.</div><div>Quisera dizer-te</div><div>Que sua ausência insiste</div><div>Em não deixar de perceber-te.</div><div><br /></div><div>Many Pallo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3568764527895468296?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-48186853964299040642011-11-05T11:09:00.001-07:002011-11-05T11:09:16.557-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIQE3Br9GNs/TrV7yXeZXcI/AAAAAAAAQEQ/yPNCcnP_SlY/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B05.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIQE3Br9GNs/TrV7yXeZXcI/AAAAAAAAQEQ/yPNCcnP_SlY/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671575410968190402" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4818685396429904064?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-66678913636453665872011-11-05T11:08:00.004-07:002011-11-05T11:09:00.676-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1wRtpD9FLk/TrV7txf07YI/AAAAAAAAQEE/9yngbkSWbug/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B04.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1wRtpD9FLk/TrV7txf07YI/AAAAAAAAQEE/9yngbkSWbug/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671575332054166914" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6667891363645366587?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-88921021853719069312011-11-05T11:08:00.003-07:002011-11-05T11:08:43.205-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HilkiDAyA4U/TrV7p3Pja6I/AAAAAAAAQD4/S5pl1o-BjYU/s1600/05%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: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HilkiDAyA4U/TrV7p3Pja6I/AAAAAAAAQD4/S5pl1o-BjYU/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671575264877046690" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-8892102185371906931?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-13682413728399508592011-11-05T11:08:00.001-07:002011-11-05T11:08:28.064-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trpDRIK8LXU/TrV7mGwocrI/AAAAAAAAQDs/ZQ8rVWLF5_o/s1600/05%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: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trpDRIK8LXU/TrV7mGwocrI/AAAAAAAAQDs/ZQ8rVWLF5_o/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671575200322843314" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1368241372839950859?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-4004699773583499202011-11-05T11:07:00.004-07:002011-11-05T11:08:10.808-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqcCnjMO0_4/TrV7h6JKPbI/AAAAAAAAQDg/9XU_juhPUmE/s1600/05%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: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqcCnjMO0_4/TrV7h6JKPbI/AAAAAAAAQDg/9XU_juhPUmE/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Bpallo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671575128216583602" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-400469977358349920?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-18508633070494818762011-11-05T11:07:00.003-07:002011-11-05T11:07:46.602-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0wlyoyTBuI/TrV7byGzaSI/AAAAAAAAQDU/NDn6m_gOA-M/s1600/05%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: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0wlyoyTBuI/TrV7byGzaSI/AAAAAAAAQDU/NDn6m_gOA-M/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2BRuth%2BMaria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671575022980000034" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1850863307049481876?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-48261446397717101552011-11-05T11:07:00.001-07:002011-11-05T11:07:27.973-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YDTzetlzHk/TrV7XOXCRPI/AAAAAAAAQDI/YyTiBe6PMj0/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Brenata.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: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YDTzetlzHk/TrV7XOXCRPI/AAAAAAAAQDI/YyTiBe6PMj0/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Brenata.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671574944664929522" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4826144639771710155?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-9638331444771692912011-11-05T11:06:00.002-07:002011-11-05T11:07:08.962-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqpkOleNHuo/TrV7QHjQkEI/AAAAAAAAQC8/mdHkU-3AW0c/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2Be%2Balexandre.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqpkOleNHuo/TrV7QHjQkEI/AAAAAAAAQC8/mdHkU-3AW0c/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Brenata%2Be%2Balexandre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671574822578065474" /></a><div>Hoje estou em Silêncio</div><div>Só quero Pensar e te</div><div>Sentir em Mim!</div><div>Mas hoje quebrarei</div><div>Teu silêncio em</div><div>Sintonia de pensamentos</div><div>Uniremos nossos</div><div>Corpos em amor</div><div>Sem fim...</div><div><br /></div><div>Renata Mangeon &amp; </div><div> Alexandre Alaor</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-963833144477169291?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-72172312765682396642011-11-05T11:06:00.001-07:002011-11-05T11:06:28.562-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FskBXa0y6g/TrV7GUgiBII/AAAAAAAAQCw/WHMv7X8vDW8/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Bvan%2Balbuquerque.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: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FskBXa0y6g/TrV7GUgiBII/AAAAAAAAQCw/WHMv7X8vDW8/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bvan%2Balbuquerque.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671574654257595522" /></a><div>Espera-me?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Quando a noite chegar</div><div>sem pressa</div><div>adormeça sereno</div><div><br /></div><div>Sinta gotas de mim</div><div>a fragrância singela</div><div>do meu amor por ti</div><div>Perfume denso </div><div>se esparramando</div><div>desfolhando carinhos</div><div>acendendo a chama</div><div>colorindo de aromas</div><div>seus desejos </div><div><br /></div><div>Espera-me nos teus sonhos?</div><div><br /></div><div>Vanderluza T. de Albuquerque</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7217231276568239664?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-33398466225733163492011-11-05T11:05:00.000-07:002011-11-05T11:06:00.246-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xV6lz9Avyc/TrV6-eWvyrI/AAAAAAAAQCk/U9YKadL_n94/s1600/05%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.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: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xV6lz9Avyc/TrV6-eWvyrI/AAAAAAAAQCk/U9YKadL_n94/s400/05%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671574519461956274" /></a><div>Ainda me perco em você</div><div><br /></div><div>Ainda me perco nos sonhos</div><div>que com você já sonhei...</div><div>Nos beijos que eu te dei</div><div>e nas fantasias obcenas</div><div>que só com você realizei!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ainda me perco lembrando</div><div>do gosto do seu tesão... </div><div>Do seu corpo sobre o meu,</div><div>do meu corpo colado ao seu</div><div>e da sua boca de paixão...</div><div><br /></div><div>Ainda me lembro das suas </div><div>mãos suaves e carinhosas</div><div>que afagaram meu coração.</div><div>Agora me perco na saudade</div><div>cujo o nome é solidão... </div><div><br /></div><div>Me perco onde nem mesmo sei!</div><div>Só não me perco é na certeza</div><div>de que um dia eu te amei...</div><div><br /></div><div>Ginna Gaiotti</div><div>Publicado no </div><div>Recanto das Letras.</div><div>Código do Texto:T3317322</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3339846622573316349?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-67028429573404078032011-11-05T03:25:00.005-07:002011-11-05T03:25:58.271-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IazTsTxhI2E/TrUPLV9ZupI/AAAAAAAAQCY/ij5zn2nccjo/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2Bgraciela.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/-IazTsTxhI2E/TrUPLV9ZupI/AAAAAAAAQCY/ij5zn2nccjo/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2Bgraciela.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671455993290668690" /></a><div>Alimento</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>verso usado </div><div>verso ousado</div><div>dos versos que invento</div><div>me alimento</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>inverso inovado</div><div>inverso purificado</div><div>dos inversos que alimento</div><div>me invento</div><div><br /></div><div>Graciela da Cunha &amp; </div><div> Bernadette Moscareli</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6702842957340407803?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-44861869182857294222011-11-05T03:25:00.003-07:002011-11-05T03:25:38.311-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8pl2YYFb-w/TrUPHtTLJZI/AAAAAAAAQCM/t_HSnVPEgkk/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Be%2Bregina.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8pl2YYFb-w/TrUPHtTLJZI/AAAAAAAAQCM/t_HSnVPEgkk/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2Bmany%2Be%2Bregina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671455930836526482" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4486186918285729422?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-17565410542038067832011-11-05T03:25:00.001-07:002011-11-05T03:25:21.021-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LjcG3M6MBjA/TrUPChU1TCI/AAAAAAAAQCA/Hfk3WzohDIE/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2Bo%2Bpoetinha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LjcG3M6MBjA/TrUPChU1TCI/AAAAAAAAQCA/Hfk3WzohDIE/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2Bo%2Bpoetinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671455841722911778" /></a><div>ECOS DO DESEJO </div><div><br /></div><div>Deixa tua nudez se </div><div>sobrepor ao medo. </div><div>Vem... </div><div>Sussurra teu segredo </div><div>no meu ouvido, a brisa </div><div>já está nua e a </div><div>lua-de-água cingida... </div><div>Meu corpo já arde em </div><div>brasa e ouço teus ecos </div><div>em mim, sobrevoando </div><div>o fogo do meu desejo. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Poetinha</div><div> O.Vasconcelos </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1756541054203806783?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-13757839789023183862011-11-05T03:24:00.001-07:002011-11-05T03:24:18.627-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQn7w48WgeM/TrUOz_dsTuI/AAAAAAAAQBo/C6oEog1DUYY/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2Brita%2Blee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQn7w48WgeM/TrUOz_dsTuI/AAAAAAAAQBo/C6oEog1DUYY/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2Brita%2Blee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671455592115097314" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1375783978902318386?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-76724906828679750542011-11-05T03:23:00.000-07:002011-11-05T03:24:04.084-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRcmsIJx97o/TrUOwFSu4uI/AAAAAAAAQBc/GNk1ToES3GE/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2BVin%25C3%25ADcius%2BKretek.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: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRcmsIJx97o/TrUOwFSu4uI/AAAAAAAAQBc/GNk1ToES3GE/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2BVin%25C3%25ADcius%2BKretek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671455524960264930" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7672490682867975054?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-25046618476355632382011-11-04T14:32:00.002-07:002011-11-04T14:33:18.437-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GdZW_8BCPuM/TrRaERemGZI/AAAAAAAAQBQ/pPWiPtrm-go/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2Brewgina%2Bzamaora.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/-GdZW_8BCPuM/TrRaERemGZI/AAAAAAAAQBQ/pPWiPtrm-go/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2Brewgina%2Bzamaora.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671256860224002450" /></a><div>NADA SIMPLES!</div><div><br /></div><div>Gosto da simplicidade sim,</div><div>mas não sou nada simples.</div><div>Adoro complicar,</div><div>pois sou complicada</div><div>e exagerada!</div><div>Gosto demais do silêncio,</div><div>mas sou barulhenta!</div><div>Odeio feio e mentiras...</div><div>trapaças então...</div><div>vomito e desminto</div><div>sem dó e piedade.</div><div>Pois amo</div><div>o que sou</div><div>beleza e verdades...</div><div><br /></div><div>Regina Zamora</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2504661847635563238?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-2333341874296426462011-11-04T14:32:00.001-07:002011-11-04T14:32:51.913-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9ikVNtumrc/TrRaAHvazUI/AAAAAAAAQBE/bgsFoBSui6U/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2Bmany.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9ikVNtumrc/TrRaAHvazUI/AAAAAAAAQBE/bgsFoBSui6U/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2Bmany.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671256788890733890" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-233334187429642646?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-21514964060684589392011-11-04T14:31:00.004-07:002011-11-04T14:32:33.939-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x15QTR0Wij4/TrRZ6LU7DLI/AAAAAAAAQA4/PsHtL46XkvQ/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2BL%25C3%25ADgia%2BGuerra.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x15QTR0Wij4/TrRZ6LU7DLI/AAAAAAAAQA4/PsHtL46XkvQ/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2BL%25C3%25ADgia%2BGuerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671256686774127794" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2151496406068458939?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-25382797871173033812011-11-04T14:31:00.003-07:002011-11-04T14:31:40.302-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syWV0XPnrio/TrRZt6OMnyI/AAAAAAAAQAs/JsnmHbxvBNY/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2Bgraciela%2Bda%2Bcunha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syWV0XPnrio/TrRZt6OMnyI/AAAAAAAAQAs/JsnmHbxvBNY/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2Bgraciela%2Bda%2Bcunha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671256476024086306" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2538279787117303381?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-15739622356574888972011-11-04T14:31:00.001-07:002011-11-04T14:31:21.027-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-g3K1cixIY/TrRZpa4_XDI/AAAAAAAAQAg/FW_CBjDOKdE/s1600/04%2B11%2B11%2Balexandre%2Balaor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-g3K1cixIY/TrRZpa4_XDI/AAAAAAAAQAg/FW_CBjDOKdE/s400/04%2B11%2B11%2Balexandre%2Balaor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671256398894160946" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1573962235657488897?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-630746671077614662011-11-04T05:03:00.003-07:002011-11-04T05:03:48.304-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5l1Fw6S0Cro/TrPUoe_iZII/AAAAAAAAQAU/G2bUD4Yo49Q/s1600/03%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: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5l1Fw6S0Cro/TrPUoe_iZII/AAAAAAAAQAU/G2bUD4Yo49Q/s400/03%2B11%2B11%2BMany%2Bpallo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671110147769001090" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-63074667107761466?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-46389903837554176122011-11-04T05:03:00.001-07:002011-11-04T05:03:33.045-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdc_6yDbyjc/TrPUkbT2UiI/AAAAAAAAQAI/_Nu5WllpdIA/s1600/03%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: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdc_6yDbyjc/TrPUkbT2UiI/AAAAAAAAQAI/_Nu5WllpdIA/s400/03%2B11%2B11%2BMany%2Bpallo%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671110078060974626" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4638990383755417612?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-55792703467133879882011-11-04T05:02:00.002-07:002011-11-04T05:03:15.529-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kQI_lZqGYA/TrPUfAnMGEI/AAAAAAAAP_8/BfjcaUyjckE/s1600/03%2B11%2B11%2BMarta%2BBittencourt.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/-7kQI_lZqGYA/TrPUfAnMGEI/AAAAAAAAP_8/BfjcaUyjckE/s400/03%2B11%2B11%2BMarta%2BBittencourt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671109984994990146" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-5579270346713387988?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-76964884338922543942011-11-04T05:02:00.001-07:002011-11-04T05:02:51.806-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUjgydKBlOA/TrPUT0gLmWI/AAAAAAAAP_w/So_4YFQAeNQ/s1600/02%2B11%2B11%2Bmacaca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUjgydKBlOA/TrPUT0gLmWI/AAAAAAAAP_w/So_4YFQAeNQ/s400/02%2B11%2B11%2Bmacaca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671109792765811042" /></a>Vou logo avisando<div>Estou picante hoje !!</div><div>huhsusahsua</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-7696488433892254394?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-19826001802721256582011-11-04T05:01:00.004-07:002011-11-04T05:02:08.246-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tB-2BY7Z7oo/TrPUPF96I9I/AAAAAAAAP_k/emTXVEaT8I0/s1600/03%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: 185px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tB-2BY7Z7oo/TrPUPF96I9I/AAAAAAAAP_k/emTXVEaT8I0/s400/03%2B11%2B11%2Bligia%2Bguerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671109711554552786" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-1982600180272125658?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-27743313877778893132011-11-04T05:01:00.003-07:002011-11-04T05:01:52.088-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3u-pdmCkvc/TrPULH1Rp0I/AAAAAAAAP_Y/Qe7LekEmLCE/s1600/03%2B11%2B11%2Bhelena%2Be%2Brenata%2B02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3u-pdmCkvc/TrPULH1Rp0I/AAAAAAAAP_Y/Qe7LekEmLCE/s400/03%2B11%2B11%2Bhelena%2Be%2Brenata%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671109643335739202" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-2774331387777889313?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-44758206515730137572011-11-04T05:01:00.001-07:002011-11-04T05:01:32.891-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCUBi_dLehE/TrPUGdts_uI/AAAAAAAAP_M/WTzXbMBbM1E/s1600/03%2B11%2B11%2Bhelena%2Be%2Brenata.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCUBi_dLehE/TrPUGdts_uI/AAAAAAAAP_M/WTzXbMBbM1E/s400/03%2B11%2B11%2Bhelena%2Be%2Brenata.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671109563310210786" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-4475820651573013757?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-67687320325442998402011-11-04T05:00:00.000-07:002011-11-04T05:01:12.804-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBHC6hMTP6E/TrPT4IdHNTI/AAAAAAAAP_A/TwbttaGYT5w/s1600/03%2B11%2B11%2Bhelena%2Be%2Bmany.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBHC6hMTP6E/TrPT4IdHNTI/AAAAAAAAP_A/TwbttaGYT5w/s400/03%2B11%2B11%2Bhelena%2Be%2Bmany.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671109317085312306" /></a><div>Esta noite</div><div>Serão coisas maiores,</div><div>As migalhas</div><div>Soltei-as em chão que fará brotar</div><div>Saudade em forma de rosas... </div><div>Silêncios,em canções sublimes.</div><div>Beijos represados,em cachoeiras.</div><div>Esta noite</div><div>serão coisas maiores,</div><div>Vamos empreender vôo,</div><div>Como pássaros,nossa liberdade.</div><div>E as órbitas das nossas almas</div><div>Alcançar o extremo.</div><div>Dos nossos corações sensíveis.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Helena Correia</div><div> &amp; Many Pallo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-6768732032544299840?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955881855636306718.post-31525165579053225992011-11-04T04:59:00.004-07:002011-11-04T05:00:14.199-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-6qOQnPOaI/TrPTyn8IF5I/AAAAAAAAP-0/1OsuBXo8MJQ/s1600/03%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-6qOQnPOaI/TrPTyn8IF5I/AAAAAAAAP-0/1OsuBXo8MJQ/s400/03%2B11%2B11%2Bginna%2Bgaiotti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671109222457677714" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955881855636306718-3152516557905322599?l=hannabrescia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hanna Bresciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18361145048188301319noreply@blogger.com0