tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79994934216506303022012-01-01T13:47:26.259-08:00Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-84319050326051061152009-01-25T17:34:00.000-08:002009-01-25T17:52:32.379-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/SX0TPxoAaYI/AAAAAAAAA60/0o0uvqpPS_E/s1600-h/128139266_82ad086068_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295409898597673346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/SX0TPxoAaYI/AAAAAAAAA60/0o0uvqpPS_E/s400/128139266_82ad086068_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Havia</div><div align="center">doses de rimas</div><div align="center">angústias</div><div align="center">pesares</div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Falava da vida</div><div align="center">do tédio</div><div align="center">da dúvida...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">com jeito de serenata</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Havia </div><div align="center">frases malditas</div><div align="center">outras tantas </div><div align="center">amargas</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Ah! As imagens...</div><div align="center">O Diabo parecia um menino</div><div align="center">nos braços da valsa</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Despertei</div><div align="center">com a pergunta</div><div align="center">seguida da pausa<br /></div><br /><div align="center">- Você entendeu?</div><br /><div align="center">- Nada!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">...</div><br /><div align="center"><em>Estava escutando </em></div><div align="center"><em>a melodia </em></div><div align="center"><em>das tuas palavras.<br /></div></em><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-8431905032605106115?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-72952461193397820742009-01-24T15:14:00.000-08:002009-01-25T07:16:44.628-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/SXuhDjjByoI/AAAAAAAAA50/_HqbLiopkQI/s1600-h/The_Cherry_Tree_by_Gwarf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295002869357988482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/SXuhDjjByoI/AAAAAAAAA50/_HqbLiopkQI/s320/The_Cherry_Tree_by_Gwarf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Deixo em casa a calma<br />os sonhos no papel<br />e a cama por fazer<br /><br />Levo - me para rua<br />e pelas esquinas marco<br />as estrelas do céu<br /><br />Tropeços nas calçadas<br />rio de mim<br />busco-me em olhos<br />inocentes<br />doces sementes<br /><br />Somo<br />ânsias alheias<br />trago tudo comigo<br /><br />E em pouco tempo<br />volto ao abrigo.<br /><br />São as novas linhas.<br /><br />Mas amanhã é o dia<br />de buscar<br />os sonhos de mel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-7295246119339782074?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-86805915465256076552008-03-08T11:07:00.000-08:002009-01-25T18:42:56.110-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/R9LlRbzi3VI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PYHSCs41OuE/s1600-h/Quiet_Piano_Lessons_by_d__i.jpg"><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175451009486609746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/R9LlRbzi3VI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PYHSCs41OuE/s320/Quiet_Piano_Lessons_by_d__i.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:100%;">São 141, depois de sábado, </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">menos um.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">mais um,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">jogo que vem</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">em um momento assim</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">pra a felicidade esconder</span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Pelos<span style="font-size:100%;"> seus sonhos </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:100%;">e por esses dias tão reais,</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">eu conto eles pra você.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-8680591546525607655?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-83724319222290745722007-10-12T09:38:00.000-07:002009-01-25T04:14:05.954-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/Rw-jRhVWXgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/QGA6rUPGaKs/s1600-h/feita_de_luz__by_whywhat.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120490822744563202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/Rw-jRhVWXgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/QGA6rUPGaKs/s320/feita_de_luz__by_whywhat.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Você me antecipa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Sabe o que eu vou dizer</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Sente quando eu não estou muito bem</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Você prevê o sol</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Deve ser mandinga ou coisa assim</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Quando eu estou melhor rio da gente</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Da minha aceleração</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Do seu riso bobo </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">De quem me conhece bem</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Da sua calma que às vezes até me irrita</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Essa calmaria de um rosto tão perfeito</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Um peito que me abriga às vezes penso</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">O que você quer comigo?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Deve ser mandinga</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ou coisa assim...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-8372431922229074572?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-77503601281459269232007-10-12T06:33:00.000-07:002009-01-27T14:29:18.762-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/Rw93-BVWXcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tjvLAgpL85E/s1600-h/Apetece_me_Esmigalhar_te____by_Plim_Plim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120443208737119682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="285" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/Rw93-BVWXcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tjvLAgpL85E/s320/Apetece_me_Esmigalhar_te____by_Plim_Plim.jpg" width="280" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>Eu descobri um jeito</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>para curar o amor da gente</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>Vou te colocar no sol</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>em uma sexta feira santa</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>quem sabe Deus tenha piedade de nós</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>Ou pelo menos você fica mais quente</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>Mas amor não leve a mal</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>eu também ando sem sal</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>Preciso arrumar um jeito</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>de combinar com meus defeitos</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>que fiquem quietos pelo menos</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>no dia que me enfeito</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>Só pra esperar seu </strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>mau humor passar</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>É que ontem vi na livraria</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><em>Que a alma precisa de energia</em></span></span></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-7750360128145926923?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-32130651274191676312007-10-10T17:05:00.000-07:002009-01-25T07:32:36.786-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/Rw1pCBVWXPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/rqEULfvbSCk/s1600-h/Swallow_words_in_the_fields_by_m0kaz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119863834828758258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/Rw1pCBVWXPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/rqEULfvbSCk/s320/Swallow_words_in_the_fields_by_m0kaz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Só para contrariar</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E contradizer-me</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Vou encher o pó</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">De brilho</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Vou colar papel colorido</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Nas capas dos livros</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Assim bem bonito</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Essas folhas amareladas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Vou estender no sol</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Quero ver voar</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">As estórias que já fizeram</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Eu chorar</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Vou usar o vento para</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Mandar os versos em lamento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Para o canto de lá.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-3213065127419167631?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-58195103932056682582007-10-08T17:02:00.000-07:002009-01-28T02:55:52.610-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwrF4xVWXEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/k5cxE3mTOHs/s1600-h/flores_sepia_by_molerias.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119121505566219330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwrF4xVWXEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/k5cxE3mTOHs/s320/flores_sepia_by_molerias.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">“Quando morrer, </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">É possível que alguém, </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ao ler estes descosidos monólogos, </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Leia o que sente sem o saber dizer,</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Que essa coisa tão rara neste mundo – uma alma</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Se debruce com um pouco de piedade, </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Um pouco de compreensão, </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Em silêncio, </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sobre o que eu fui ou o que julguei ser. </span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E realize o que eu não pude: conhecer-me.”</span> </span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>FLORBELA ESPANCA.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-5819510393205668258?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-34598121345613836972007-10-07T17:53:00.001-07:002009-01-25T07:37:35.031-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwmAdRVWW9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/VUx9V95rBY4/s1600-h/Writing_at_the_beach__.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118763691840789458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwmAdRVWW9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/VUx9V95rBY4/s320/Writing_at_the_beach__.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"><strong><em>O que voce faz comigo?<br />Faz mais que abrigo<br />Faz verão<br />Faz ouvido<br />Faz clarão<br />O que você faz comigo?<br />Faz amor<br />Me acha em você</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#333333;">Se perde em mim<br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;">Me faz sentido!</span></span></em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-3459812134561383697?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-67830393912365484852007-10-07T14:26:00.000-07:002009-01-25T07:26:21.927-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwlQdhVWW5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/qHNtRQa37Os/s1600-h/supergirl_by_curlytops.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118710919577623442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwlQdhVWW5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/qHNtRQa37Os/s320/supergirl_by_curlytops.jpg" width="224" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>Deixa<br />Eu te ouvir<br />Só no teu olhar<br />Eu já sei<br />O tanto a dizer<br />Calar o mundo<br />talvez<br />As expressões no teu corpo<br />sinto daqui<br />Deixa, deixa eu te ouvir</em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>Boca pra estremecer</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>Olhos marcas d´aguas </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>Pra comover</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>Todo o canto do céu</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>Deixa , </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>Deixa eu te ouvir!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-6783039391236548485?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-5163056133773002312007-10-07T06:47:00.000-07:002009-01-25T07:28:00.685-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwjlqhVWW3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/nYcMInwnk18/s1600-h/I_like_us_by_671kb_photography.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118593495171750770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwjlqhVWW3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/nYcMInwnk18/s320/I_like_us_by_671kb_photography.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Nós dois sabemos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">brincar </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Nossos velhos sonhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Olham bem perto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">O tempo voar</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Na vida do projeto sol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">nós somos estrelas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">acompanhando as mais leves</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">ondas do mar</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Caminhamos sob solos infinitos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Passagens de idas para </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">qualquer lugar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Nossa brincadeira</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">tem chuva que lava almas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Somos Breves </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">verões de </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Amores eternos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-516305613377300231?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-83876090226031345942007-10-06T06:44:00.000-07:002009-01-25T07:30:06.498-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwpPWxVWXBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/we22kT6B4X4/s1600-h/__Te_Quiero___by_OjosQueVen.jpg"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118991179078589458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwpPWxVWXBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/we22kT6B4X4/s320/__Te_Quiero___by_OjosQueVen.jpg" border="0" /></span></a> <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RweVIRVWWyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tu25Z4Dygy0/s1600-h/I_love_you_PERIOD_by_IMustBeDead.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Se alguém me amar<br />que ame da maneira errada<br />Não me procure<br />Inverta o caminho<br />Fazendo olhar<br />como quem olha passarinho<br />Um sabor original<br />fazendo ouvir<br />com um falar baixinho<br /></em></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>ao contrário do que foi ensinado<br />Pecado incotrolado<br /></em></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>em crescente proporção<br />Quero advinhação<br />Quero amar errado.</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-8387609022603134594?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-43108882705326054712007-10-05T06:45:00.001-07:002009-01-25T07:37:35.032-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/Rw10YxVWXVI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Sf7B1k7YfKQ/s1600-h/First_Love__by_BeCrystal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119876320298687826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/Rw10YxVWXVI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Sf7B1k7YfKQ/s320/First_Love__by_BeCrystal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">DIA PERFEITO</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Acordamos hoje de manhã</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Saímos bem cedinho só pra ver o mar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">O vento em seu cabelo, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">sabor de verão.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">O seu sorriso bobo, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">sol a iluminar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Na pele um cheiro de maçã</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Ventinho tão suave a nos balançar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">No beijo os seus lábios são como hortelã</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">A praia é o paraíso a nos esperar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Na areia encontro uma canção</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Poesia que nos leva a um outro lugar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Brindamos pro dia perfeito nunca terminar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Nas ondas nossa redenção</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Os pássaros que brincam soltos pelo ar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">A tarde vem chegando em sua oração</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Carinhos que parecem gotas de luar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Num verso encontro uma razão</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Estrelas lá no céu parecem concordar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Palavras que inspiram o meu coração</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">Paraíso é estar contigo em qualquer lugar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Letra (Leeh and me) Música: Leeh</span>. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-4310888270532605471?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-55075307679478583672007-10-02T17:23:00.000-07:002009-01-25T07:32:07.799-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwrYYRVWXJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YBT_-hkPCtQ/s1600-h/Jamie_Kelly_I_could_never_sleep_alone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119141837941398674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwrYYRVWXJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YBT_-hkPCtQ/s320/Jamie_Kelly_I_could_never_sleep_alone.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Seu olhar<br />mergulhou<br />em mim<br />Ali<br />As gotas<br />Reuni<br />Como brisa<br />solta pelo ar<br />Descobri<br />Momento<br />Que o meu<br />Breu<br />encheu<br />de ti.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-5507530767947858367?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999493421650630302.post-7179047330782508442007-10-02T05:30:00.000-07:002009-01-25T07:30:55.173-08:00<div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwrZMRVWXKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eYYt5znq28U/s1600-h/Hey__we_are_in_love_by_Gee202.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119142731294596258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwrZMRVWXKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eYYt5znq28U/s320/Hey__we_are_in_love_by_Gee202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwrTwRVWXII/AAAAAAAAAcM/mz282JQw_kk/s1600-h/Toca_me_by_honeygl.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwrZMRVWXKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eYYt5znq28U/s1600-h/Hey__we_are_in_love_by_Gee202.jpg"></a></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Quando ouço a sua voz<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSjSKRo6aT8/RwI8uRVWWQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FLnUGIc1eYs/s1600-h/Love_by_youremydisco.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></a>O mundo gira ao meu redor<br />E me sinto leve </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">No Fundo<br />Quero toque<br />Quero pele<br />E nas curvas<br />Do teu timbre<br />Perco a visão<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Nada mais atinge<br />Invado<br />As tuas ondas<br />Nesse mar,<br />Imensidão<br />Meus olhos paraliso<br />Na paz do teu sorriso<br />Porque eu só ouço<br />Tua canção,<br />Nesse vôo me liberto<br />Para me prender </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">No tom mais bonito.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7999493421650630302-717904733078250844?l=mensageiradasvioletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giu Misselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981496743334313724noreply@blogger.com1