tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84237908564003441502012-02-16T04:05:11.087-08:00Mariana Vidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08011425130949969691noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423790856400344150.post-20140413893977046102009-06-26T11:32:00.000-07:002009-06-26T11:34:39.995-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QFpUZfcpys/SkUUl_a4BQI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fwxbfo9FO4o/s1600-h/2260734178_60c3d8bb30.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QFpUZfcpys/SkUUl_a4BQI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fwxbfo9FO4o/s400/2260734178_60c3d8bb30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351706375111574786" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><div style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><br /></div><div style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">e aqui me despeço</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">não como quem vai pra ficar</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">mais como um pássaro que ergue as asas</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">para voar <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">mais alto</span>.</span></span></span></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423790856400344150-2014041389397704610?l=perfumedelimao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana Vidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08011425130949969691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423790856400344150.post-78134999607052499812009-06-24T19:08:00.000-07:002009-06-24T19:11:27.541-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QFpUZfcpys/SkLcp62CTrI/AAAAAAAAACk/pSFZqMQFFaA/s1600-h/post2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QFpUZfcpys/SkLcp62CTrI/AAAAAAAAACk/pSFZqMQFFaA/s400/post2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351081919998217906" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e no meio de tantos versos<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">eu encontrei a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">poesia</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">que renasceu tudo em mim.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423790856400344150-7813499960705249981?l=perfumedelimao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana Vidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08011425130949969691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423790856400344150.post-32766891755769525802009-06-21T12:12:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:14:58.234-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QFpUZfcpys/Sj6GmH85CZI/AAAAAAAAACc/niAmNlI8Luw/s1600-h/post1_logo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QFpUZfcpys/Sj6GmH85CZI/AAAAAAAAACc/niAmNlI8Luw/s400/post1_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349861396890323346" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ali, bem naquele canto, como um </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nada</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> que é </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tudo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />e um tudo que ninguém percebe.<br />Nesse paradoxo que se expande e contraí.<br />Sente o cheirinho? Uma gota de limão. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Basta.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />O que não se via<br />invade,<br />transpira<br />envolve.<br />Porque em muitos<br />se anda,<br />passa,<br />corre, e não vê.<br />Não é possível. Ainda não sente o cheirinho de limão?<br />Mais ou menos, ela disse. Bem ao longe.<br />Não é nada demais, completou. Um </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">detalhe.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />Revolta.<br /><br />Nada demais? É uma gota.<br />UMA GOTA!<br />Basta.<br />Um perfume doce e uma gota de limão!<br />Pronto.<br />Não percebe que sem essa gota, nada mais faria sentido?<br />É o detalhe que cerca e abraça.<br />Vem à pele como veludo.<br />E salta aos olhos como o céu azul num dia de sol.<br />Nas entrelinhas, veio o silêncio<br />e ao redor<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tudo cheirava a limão.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423790856400344150-3276689175576952580?l=perfumedelimao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariana Vidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08011425130949969691noreply@blogger.com2