tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11118952865583685092024-02-07T17:24:18.397-08:00Caminho de estrelasNa bela noite estrelada
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Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-84607275042433367702015-07-29T19:52:00.002-07:002015-07-29T19:52:57.629-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quando olho no espelho,<br /> Vejo meus olhos de sonhar,<br /> Minha boca de sorrir e dizer:<br /> -Ah! Que mundo maravilhoso!</span><br />
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Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-92104945426070730892015-05-13T20:03:00.002-07:002015-05-13T20:04:40.832-07:00Quando o amor vai embora<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quando o amor vai embora<br />O coração fica partido<br />Os olhos transbordam em lágrimas<br />Os dias tornam-se cinzas<br />Quando o amor vai embora<br />Tudo perde a graça<br />Nada faz mais sentido<br />Tudo parece castigo<br />Quando o amor vai embora<br />Perde-se a alegria<br />Fica impossível cantar<br />Tudo parece triste<br />Seja noite ou dia<br />Quando o amor vai embora<br />Pensamos que o mundo acabou<br />Que os pássaros emudeceram<br />Que as flores perderam seu perfume<br />Quando o amor vai embora<br />E um dia resolve voltar<br />Descobrimos que foi levado pelo vento<br />Como todas as coisas não nos acrescentam mais nada.<br /><br /> Nana Pereira </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-42639483011237608992015-05-13T20:03:00.000-07:002015-05-13T20:03:19.767-07:00Sonatas ao luar<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quero sorrir com os olhos e a alma!<br />Quero beijos apaixonados e intermináveis!<br />Quero banho de chuva!<br />Quero andar na praia ao entardecer!<br />Quero mordidas carinhosas no pescoço!<br />Quero amigos sinceros e felizes!<br />Quero primavera o ano todo!<br />Quero arrepios na pele!<br />Quero café na cama!<br />Quero gargalhadas gostosas!<br />Quero momentos inesquecíveis!<br />Quero pizza, torta de limão e água tônica!<br />Quero uma rede na varanda e pés descalços!<br />Quero ouvir música alta e dançar até cansar!<br />Quero dormir e sonhar!<br />Quero sonatas ao luar!<br />Quero o sol de dezembro!<br />Quero abraços apertados,até perder o fôlego!<br />Quero chorar de felicidade!<br />Quero noites de céu estrelado!<br />Quero morrer de amor e continuar vivendo!<br /><br /> Nana Pereira </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-26194346189495576992015-05-13T20:00:00.001-07:002015-05-13T20:00:55.501-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">velarei o teu sono,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">sussurrando uma canção</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Como lágrimas de uma estrela</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">dou-te a claridade mansa da lua</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tão bonita de se ver<br />Colorida, radiante, sorridente<br />Pétalas, saia de bailarina<br />Rodopia pelo jardim, dançando<br />Doçura, perfume delicado<br />Oh jardineiro incauto!<br />Não vês que lhe faltam carícias?<br />Não vês que o brilho se foi?<br />Corre que é quase inverno,<br />qualquer vento mais forte<br />pode levá-la pra longe.<br />E o tempo não volta mais...<br />Corre!<br /><br />Nana Pereira</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-61382055354471745142015-04-21T07:19:00.000-07:002015-04-21T07:19:07.115-07:00Esperança<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tudo verde ao meu redor<br />Verde o olhar<br />Verde o mar<br />Verde até o chapéu<br />sem pena e sem flor<br />Vejo este mundo tão verde<br />A copa do arvoredo<br />As folhas que esverdecem<br />O verde do mar<br />A verdade de amar<br />tudo verde de esperança...<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">no perfume da tua pele</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Deito a cabeça no teu peito</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Estrelas de cristal no céu<br />Borboletas prateadas<br />Flores que não murcham<br />Orvalho perfumado<br />Anjos por toda a parte<br />Povos sem guerras<br />Rios de águas cristalinas<br />Harpas , violinos e flautas<br />Sinfonia de Dvorák<br />Música suave<br />Pessoas honestas<br />Amores possíveis<br />Lábios sem mentiras<br />Olhos sem dor<br />Corações generosos<br />Gente feliz<br />Novo mundo novo<br /><br /> Nana Pereira
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<span style="font-size: large;">El sol amarillo<br />regalo simple<br />Alma sin vela<br />Ojos color de miel<br />Labios carmim<br />Besos sin final.<br /><br /><br />Le soleil jaune<br />cadeau simple<br />Âme sans voile<br />Yeux couleur de miel<br />Lèvres carmim<br />Baisers sans fin.<br /><br /><br /> Sol amarelo<br />presente singelo<br />Alma sem véu<br />Olhos cor de mel<br />Lábios carmim<br />Beijos sem fim.<br /><br /> Nana Pereira
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<span style="font-size: large;">Porque é segunda-feira<br />o dia amanhece mais cedo<br />como se o sol tivesse urgência<br />em aparecer.<br /><br />porque é segunda-feira<br />o céu é mais azul,<br />o café mais gostoso<br /><br />porque é segunda-feira<br />estou mais feliz<br />meus olhos sorriem<br /><br />porque é segunda-feira<br />não me importo se chove ou faz sol<br />a mim, importa que amanhã é terça.<br /><br /><br /> Nana Pereira </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-31775195129931510412015-04-21T07:12:00.003-07:002015-04-21T07:12:49.022-07:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Existem manhãs que abrimos a janela e parece que nos falta alguma coisa!<br /> E às vezes falta mesmo!<br /> Lá onde a Mugunghwa cresce e floresce está o meu pensamento e o meu coração!<span class="text_exposed_show"><br />
A gente sente falta dos risos, dos abraços , da voz e daquela certeza
de que ao estendermos os braços , lá estará a flor do nosso jardim.<br /> A Coreia do sul é tão longe....<br /> A única coisa que me vem à cabeça é dizer "saranghae" , eu te amo!<br /> Continuo achando que os filhos quando viajam, deveriam levar a mãe como bagagem de mão.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dizem as sagradas escrituras que a boca fala daquilo que o coração está cheio!<br />
Descobri que o meu , anda cheio de gérberas, borboletas e poesia.</span></div>
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Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-23421667864956799232015-03-01T16:26:00.003-08:002015-03-01T16:26:57.936-08:00Hoje é meu aniversário! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hoje é meu aniversário! <br /> O que dizer ...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Dizer que adoro
fazer aniversário, que agradeço a Deus por todos os dias da minha vida ,
pelo ar que respiro, pelas estrelas no céu, pela Lua linda, que amo e
posso apreciar algumas vezes, pelas filhas maravilhosas que tenho,por
ter o direito de falar o que penso, me expressar sem ter medo e pelos
amigos que me são preciosos<br /> Agradeço por viver, por estar viva.<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Quero que o dia passe devagar, para que eu possa saborear cada momento bom que tiver.<br /> Bem...<br /> Beijos e abraços pra mim e tudo de muito bom na vida também.<br /> Que todos os meus desejos se realizem, que a vida possa me dar todas as coisas boas que mereço.<br /> Parabéns para mim... nesta data querida!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As estrelas são os olhos do Criador contemplando a criação!<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nana Pereira
</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-88666550946920222772014-07-31T15:29:00.003-07:002014-07-31T15:29:56.060-07:00Viver<span style="font-size: large;">Viver significa olhar para trás de vez em quando e perceber quanta coisa já fizemos.<br />É saber que fizemos a nossa parte.<br />É ter a consciência de que demos o que tínhamos de melhor de nós mesmos!<br />É olhar nossa imagem no espelho e não termos vergonha do que vemos!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Só a Natureza é perfeita.<br />As pessoas<br />carregam a imperfeição<br />como herança.<br /><br />Nana Pereira
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ela o amava,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ele , dizia que a amava.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As estações do ano iam e vinham,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ela o amava,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ele , amava seu próprio reflexo de homem bem amado nos olhos dela.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ela o amava,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ele, pensava que sabia o que era amar.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Os anos se passaram,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ela o amou ,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ele, como não sabia amar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">num belo dia de outono,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Existe uma grande diferença entre Ter filhos e Ser mãe.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Os verbos usados já dizem tudo!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nana Pereira</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111895286558368509.post-10059074828380049692014-02-23T04:03:00.002-08:002014-03-16T14:34:00.032-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ele lhe trazia flores às sextas-feiras,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Só para ver os olhos dela se iluminarem, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ela acendia incenso , velas perfumadas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">e dançava para ele.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mas, o que ele gostava mesmo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">era de passar as mãos no joelho dela</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">enquanto tomavam café e conversavam...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nana Pereira</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0