tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321378112011-12-05T00:57:45.188ZCöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.comBlogger1041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-19345344918751572482010-07-02T12:44:00.003+01:002010-07-02T12:46:54.849+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/TC3RNw0RQ-I/AAAAAAAABac/Sunax923YbA/s1600/beleza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/TC3RNw0RQ-I/AAAAAAAABac/Sunax923YbA/s400/beleza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489273555207144418" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: Harrington;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT">Se a beleza te ofuscar…</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Harrington;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: Harrington;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT"><br />Rejeita-a</span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Harrington; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Harrington;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: Harrington;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT">Mas cultiva sempre o corpo e a mente</span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Harrington; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT"> </span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Harrington;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT">.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Harrington;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Harrington;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT"> <o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1934534491875157248?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-63693651678326326132010-05-23T00:00:00.002+01:002010-05-23T00:03:49.431+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S_himikRNTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/RSn5GRETfBY/s1600/renascer.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S_himikRNTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/RSn5GRETfBY/s400/renascer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474233761322317106" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Celebra em cada dia</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">O teu renascimento...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">E jamais,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ficarás presa(o) ao passado...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6369365167832632613?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-44054689698026412862010-03-28T17:02:00.003+01:002010-03-28T17:04:27.005+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S699xBrKm9I/AAAAAAAABZ8/cinwkyK-iRE/s1600/O+despertar.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S699xBrKm9I/AAAAAAAABZ8/cinwkyK-iRE/s400/O+despertar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453715954985507794" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Há sempre ao dobrar de cada esquina o despertar de um </div><div style="text-align: center;">Mundo novo…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pensa </div><div style="text-align: center;">com sensatez antes de dar um passo…</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ele pode não ter retorno.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4405468969802641286?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-9456950454742452272010-03-08T17:52:00.002Z2010-03-08T17:56:44.988Z<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S5U5ps8qPBI/AAAAAAAABZw/E5JRNDFHuTo/s1600-h/1e990f5f327eadfb9b3a4767f2428093_web.gif"></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S5U5ZpLeuyI/AAAAAAAABZo/F0y5cfPm8HE/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S5U5ZpLeuyI/AAAAAAAABZo/F0y5cfPm8HE/s400/mulher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446322437088000802" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">Somos…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A mão estendida, a doce ilusão…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Somos o abrigo às vezes de coração ferido</p> <p class="MsoNormal">De eterna paixão…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Somos…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">O porto, trémulo de noites de espera!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Somos o leito, na madrugada dos desejos…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Somos um coração sem tamanho,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Somos a Mulher, companheira, mãe, amiga, sem hora nem dia…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S5U5ps8qPBI/AAAAAAAABZw/E5JRNDFHuTo/s1600-h/1e990f5f327eadfb9b3a4767f2428093_web.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S5U5ps8qPBI/AAAAAAAABZw/E5JRNDFHuTo/s400/1e990f5f327eadfb9b3a4767f2428093_web.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446322712977488914" /></a><div><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-945695045474245227?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-15675778035291898192010-01-31T19:28:00.004Z2010-02-01T01:10:48.708Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S2XbsfIsDMI/AAAAAAAABZU/RPchk7m-yA0/s1600-h/eYMPDJzcifHyZw0wwJic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S2XbsfIsDMI/AAAAAAAABZU/RPchk7m-yA0/s400/eYMPDJzcifHyZw0wwJic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432990082811038914" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Viver um sonho</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">É...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size:17px;"><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span></span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Irrealidade.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Viver sonhando</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">É...</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Irresponsabilidade...</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Viver não é um pesadelo,</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Pesadelo poderá ser o resultado do viver...</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Ansiedade é...</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" face="'Times New Roman', serif" size="12pt" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Querer antes do tempo...</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">É um orgasmo não atingido...</span></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">É um dia com 25 horas..</span></span></span></span></span></p></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/6S2U25Vi77FLUsy6KbZn" target="_blank"><img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/6S2U25Vi77FLUsy6KbZn/340x255" alt="" style="border-color: black;" border="0" height="41" width="36" /></a> <p></p> <p style="text-align: center;"> </p> <p style="text-align: center;"> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1567577803529189819?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-46943872758003350402010-01-11T01:50:00.000Z2010-01-11T01:50:06.954Z<p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sm3aD_PE1gI/AAAAAAAABWM/K6wgJPs8GJw/s1600-h/282585_Qp7ym.jpg"><img style="width: 463px; height: 430px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363182493317256706" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sm3aD_PE1gI/AAAAAAAABWM/K6wgJPs8GJw/s400/282585_Qp7ym.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><br />Nunca queiras saltar muito longe<br />A distância entre ti e DEUS é muito maior…<br />Da distancia entre DEUS e tu.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S0qB7Zy9T7I/AAAAAAAABZE/q46q4vVHaMk/s1600-h/1e990f5f327eadfb9b3a4767f2428093_web.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/S0qB7Zy9T7I/AAAAAAAABZE/q46q4vVHaMk/s400/1e990f5f327eadfb9b3a4767f2428093_web.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425291558658068402" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4694387275800335040?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-82728646193865318002009-12-19T18:47:00.004Z2010-01-11T01:38:54.830Z<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sy0gGqjswII/AAAAAAAABY0/n-r7hQNYP9I/s1600-h/Natal_09.jpg"><img style="width: 400px; height: 395px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417021225671901314" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sy0gGqjswII/AAAAAAAABY0/n-r7hQNYP9I/s400/Natal_09.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />"Buscas a felicidade na matéria e desesperas se a não encontras.<br /></div><div align="center">Se a procurares dentro de ti,<br /><br />Encontra-la-ás facilmente e é mais duradoira.<br /></div><div align="center">Só depende de ti..."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sttc08cqKMI/AAAAAAAABXs/4XSa9TtCeJ8/s1600-h/18.gif"><img style="width: 72px; height: 64px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007043355584706" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sttc08cqKMI/AAAAAAAABXs/4XSa9TtCeJ8/s400/18.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8272864619386531800?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-25189539216529878112009-12-13T23:03:00.000Z2009-12-13T23:33:32.015Z<div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Slpd2S6-DmI/AAAAAAAABUA/rrzRO1idhcU/s1600-h/1818882_BZMFO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 478px; display: block; height: 318px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357697894084120162" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Slpd2S6-DmI/AAAAAAAABUA/rrzRO1idhcU/s400/1818882_BZMFO.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">A travessia do deserto é um oásis<br /><br />Comparando com a vida de um coração fechado… </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 84px; display: block; height: 63px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357698580721837650" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SlpeeQ2KJlI/AAAAAAAABUI/oJfr79hireU/s400/givelove_anim.gif" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-2518953921652987811?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-72305370583482727452009-11-23T01:10:00.002Z2009-11-23T01:24:23.409Z<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SwnhdqPLcOI/AAAAAAAABYM/Y8nFlAwFJ5I/s1600/%C3%A0flordapele.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 497px; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407100727305400546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SwnhdqPLcOI/AAAAAAAABYM/Y8nFlAwFJ5I/s400/%C3%A0flordapele.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><br />Em teus braços<br />Adoças meu ser<br />Que te ama... </p><p align="center">Na lonjura do espaço<br />No tempo do sono<br />Que me esperas… </p><p align="center">Acordas os sentidos<br />Adormecidos no corpo<br />Sedento…</p><p align="center">Intensos são os<br />Momentos, nessa leveza<br />Da loucura, quase lembrada<br />Na paixão arrebatada<br />Vincada nos poros<br />Salgados…</p><p align="center">Dos corpos<br />Em chama.<br />Teus braços, visíveis por momentos<br />Se tornam,<br />Neste amor, sem barreira...</p><p align="center">Sem tempo, no tempo<br />Que nos separa, por um momento<br />Em encontro se faz de nossa Alma…</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SwniIfd86PI/AAAAAAAABYU/cu-6Oq0X2EQ/s1600/2782581_2nG5A.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407101463148947698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SwniIfd86PI/AAAAAAAABYU/cu-6Oq0X2EQ/s400/2782581_2nG5A.gif" /></a></p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7230537058348272745?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-39577848213726398822009-10-30T16:52:00.003Z2009-10-30T16:58:42.286Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SusaVkFc34I/AAAAAAAABX4/GrMQUbCL0IY/s1600-h/mortefisica.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SusaVkFc34I/AAAAAAAABX4/GrMQUbCL0IY/s400/mortefisica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398437536099786626" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Porquê flores e velas num</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ritual de romarias?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quem partiu...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Agrada...e agradece...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Que seja apenas enviado…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uma flor envolta num pensamento de amor...</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SusaiJUsfWI/AAAAAAAABYA/ZK1BDgsu4X8/s400/282795_BBDKV.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 76px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398437752254266722" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A todos... a minha em registo fica, num pensamento de amor...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3957784821372639882?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-30653812999513029322009-10-18T19:30:00.000+01:002009-10-18T19:27:36.001+01:00<p align="center"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/LMFKWDru5mrEFDtnDLyd/"><img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/LMFKWDru5mrEFDtnDLyd/" /></a><br /></p><p align="center">Não de mel ...<br />Não de fel...<br /><br />Não digas o sim<br />em ton bajulatório.<br /><br />Mas…<br />Não digas o não em tons de aspereza. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sttc08cqKMI/AAAAAAAABXs/4XSa9TtCeJ8/s1600-h/18.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 72px; HEIGHT: 64px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007043355584706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sttc08cqKMI/AAAAAAAABXs/4XSa9TtCeJ8/s400/18.gif" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3065381299951302932?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-70698939907835962272009-09-27T19:00:00.009+01:002009-09-27T22:52:14.137+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sr_c_kFEBYI/AAAAAAAABXc/V21j-dy3Gws/s1600-h/Outono.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sr_c_kFEBYI/AAAAAAAABXc/V21j-dy3Gws/s400/Outono.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266663933183362" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNoSpacing">Num vai vem estonteante o arvoredo se despia</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Com a nostalgia da chuva, numa brisa...</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">A musicalidade do vento as enlaçava na dança</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">De cores ocre, as folhas, uma a uma, </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">O arvoredo,</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Se ia despindo da roupagem envelhecida pelo tempo</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Quente do verão que se desvanecia…</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Longe vai o tempo em que já o cheiro da Terra</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Se sentia, mas o calor que persiste abafa qualquer vestígio,</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Desse tempo, que em memória o guardo, resta</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">A saudade que fica…</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"> </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">No ar fica, quiçá tormenta que se anuncia.</p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sr_d48Y3OeI/AAAAAAAABXk/ZwqxxDQSf5o/s400/morgun.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 18px; height: 18px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267649711225314" /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p> </o:p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7069893990783596227?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-91737013426352131992009-09-06T18:12:00.010+01:002009-09-06T21:03:44.398+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SqPuvQ-f9mI/AAAAAAAABXM/S3pBORR12sY/s1600-h/A++Alma.jpg"><img style="width: 400px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378404875788875362" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SqPuvQ-f9mI/AAAAAAAABXM/S3pBORR12sY/s400/A++Alma.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">É </div><div style="text-align: center;">Nos momentos menos bons </div><div style="text-align: center;">Que ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Conseguimos Demonstrar a nossa diferença aos outros </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">E..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Simultaneamente, provar para nós...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Fé e a Grandeza de Alma.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><center><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/3LfuGRwKgtEbz0GeRvSn" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/3LfuGRwKgtEbz0GeRvSn/340x255" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Sejam bem vindos,<br />neste lindo dia em que nasci ...</span><br /><br /><br /></center><center></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-9173701342635213199?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-62815311803798907772009-08-02T19:11:00.007+01:002009-08-02T20:02:56.521+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SnXewm-udZI/AAAAAAAABWU/Nniov_Oor94/s1600-h/estrelas.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 545px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SnXewm-udZI/AAAAAAAABWU/Nniov_Oor94/s400/estrelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365439457760540050" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A</span>garra o Sol agarra a Lua...<br /><br />Viaja nas Estrelas e no Cosmos...<br /><br />Mas,<br /><br /> Jamais te quedes na utopia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/3LfuGRwKgtEbz0GeRvSn"><img alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/3LfuGRwKgtEbz0GeRvSn/340x255" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Estarei ausente uns dias,<br /> até que volte fiquem bem...</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6281531180379890777?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-54517803022526249712009-07-05T18:20:00.006+01:002009-07-05T19:35:35.995+01:00<p align="center"> <img style="border-color: black;" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000trfq9" border="0" vspace="15" /></p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:100%;" >Abre a janela da Alma</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:100%;" > Deixa a Luz entrar…<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:100%;" >Ilumina o caminho da noite escura de quem contigo queira andar.<br /><br />Se errares não chores…<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:100%;" >Se acertares não cantes vitória…<br /><br />Verifica sempre antes de avançar que o lobo não está<br />disfarçado de cordeiro.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SlDyGOkrLmI/AAAAAAAABSk/SYUuDrZ8tHE/s1600-h/air_kiss.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 26px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SlDyGOkrLmI/AAAAAAAABSk/SYUuDrZ8tHE/s400/air_kiss.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355046145748577890" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-5451780302252624971?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-70192384673803986262009-06-15T03:00:00.000+01:002009-06-15T02:58:13.364+01:00<p align="center"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/00058qtw/" target="_blank"><img style="border-color: black; width: 512px; height: 279px;" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/00058qtw/s340x255" align="bottom" border="0" vspace="30" /></a></p><p align="center">Queres colher felicidade sempre à tua volta?... </p><p align="center">Não te perca no tempo,</p><p align="center">Semeia sempre por onde passares. </p><p align="center">A semente da alegria… </p><p></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/00086a75/" target="_blank"><img style="border-color: black; width: 160px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/00086a75" align="bottom" border="0" width="108" height="96" hspace="14" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7019238467380398626?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-30446827383703384522009-06-01T01:43:00.008+01:002009-06-01T17:30:00.114+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SiQBMwe3TFI/AAAAAAAABK0/n4y_G6bC744/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 509px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342396376652663890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SiQBMwe3TFI/AAAAAAAABK0/n4y_G6bC744/s400/crian%C3%A7a.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center">Criança que tua voz entoas<br />Em grito de pranto<br />Por entre vales<br />Nas ondas do vento…<br /><br />Pedes que sussurre<br />Ao Mundo...<br /><br />Esse lamento de dor<br />Que dilacera o amor<br />Em registo na tua Alma<br />No acto de nascer…<br /><br />A lágrima escondida<br />Em soluço sufocado<br />Nesse pequeno rosto<br />Onde o medo já se vê…<br /><br />Criança que já não és<br />Pela cegueira que vagueia<br />Em nuvem que escurece<br />Os gestos…<br /><br />Em vão o vento o espalha<br />Pelo Mundo que a surdez o tolhe… </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><br /><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/C0QsrfZEtaw2h17nqW0k" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/C0QsrfZEtaw2h17nqW0k/340x255" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3044682738370338452?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-78603608339505380332009-05-17T19:15:00.001+01:002009-05-17T19:18:02.675+01:00<p align="center">&nbsp;</p><p align="right"><img style="border-bottom-color: black; border-top-color: black; border-right-color: black; border-left-color: black" border="0" hspace="8" alt="" vspace="5" align="bottom" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000cc386" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><font size="3">Pedes Luz&hellip;</font></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><font size="3">Mas, &nbsp;fechas os olhos da Alma</font></span></div><div><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></div><div align="center"><img style="border-bottom-color: black; border-top-color: black; border-right-color: black; border-left-color: black" border="0" hspace="6" alt="" vspace="30" align="absMiddle" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000c6hcx/s500x500" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><font size="3">Pedes Paz&hellip;</font></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><font size="3">Mas, &nbsp;fomentas a guerra nos Mundos</font></span></div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><img style="border-bottom-color: black; border-top-color: black; border-right-color: black; border-left-color: black" border="0" hspace="3" alt="" vspace="6" align="middle" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000c93x9/s500x500" /></span></div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><div><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><font size="3">Pedes saúde&hellip;</font></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><font size="3">Mas, &nbsp;alimentas o vício que Te corrói</font></span></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><img style="border-bottom-color: black; border-top-color: black; border-right-color: black; border-left-color: black" border="0" hspace="3" alt="" vspace="3" align="middle" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000c8b9a/s500x500" /></span></div><div>&nbsp;</div></span></div><div align="center"><font size="3"><div><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Pedes amor&hellip;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Mas, &nbsp;rodeias-Te de mal dizer.</span></div>&nbsp;</font></div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><p align="left"><img style="border-bottom-color: black; border-top-color: black; border-right-color: black; border-left-color: black" border="0" hspace="8" alt="" vspace="5" align="bottom" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000cc386" /></p><div align="left">&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7860360833950538033?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-7402597910957731532009-05-01T17:04:00.001+01:002009-05-01T17:14:55.890+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SfsfyYfoFZI/AAAAAAAABJk/TFJEYuihz68/s1600-h/dor+silênciosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330889534352135570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 423px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SfsfyYfoFZI/AAAAAAAABJk/TFJEYuihz68/s400/dor+sil%C3%AAnciosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/STLPcDYhN9I/AAAAAAAABDo/JbVOeSjGRMc/s1600-h/dor+silênciosa.jpg"></a><br />A dor de olhar um céu sem estrelas<br /><div align="center">É como andar cega no meio da cidade… </div><br /><div align="center">Viver o silêncio do deserto</div><div align="center">É como surda assistindo a um concerto...<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Sentir um nó na garganta</div><div align="center">É como muda no meio de uma palestra... </div><br /><div align="center">Mas nada é mais doloroso</div><div align="center">Do que a inexistência </div><div align="center">De um grande Amor…</div></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/6S2U25Vi77FLUsy6KbZn" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/6S2U25Vi77FLUsy6KbZn/340x255" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-740259791095773153?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-34586591579008754192009-04-10T23:18:00.005+01:002009-04-11T19:07:27.806+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SeDbIi-GaFI/AAAAAAAABJc/MhIeE3fc8Og/s1600-h/Nasa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SeDbIi-GaFI/AAAAAAAABJc/MhIeE3fc8Og/s400/Nasa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323495699424634962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">A tristeza invade o Cosmos </div><div align="center">O grito<br />Nas ondas do vento seu lamento…<br />A lágrima na chuva…<br /><br />A evolução dos Séculos!<br />O Mundo em sofrimento<br />No Ser que nele habita…<br /><br />Os ensinamentos que não resulta<br />De JESUS de Nazaré.<br />A Humanidade O crucifica sem dó,<br />Ainda… neste século XXI.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3458659157900875419?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-40100251589938854752009-03-26T18:37:00.002Z2009-03-26T18:47:25.480Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SY3inPTiMoI/AAAAAAAABHs/FN3u8qZCHls/s1600-h/formas+que+abra%C3%A7as.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 430px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SY3inPTiMoI/AAAAAAAABHs/FN3u8qZCHls/s400/formas+que+abra%C3%A7as.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300141500236182146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Não há...<br />Sede que não sacies<br /><br />Não há...<br />Desejo que não colmates<br /><br />Não há...<br />Forma que não abraces.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/ScvNlmt8wTI/AAAAAAAABJM/tiYBeCjC0TA/s1600-h/%21cid_AEB244DB4FBD45A8A4CEB0281FFC1CE8%40PC03.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/ScvNlmt8wTI/AAAAAAAABJM/tiYBeCjC0TA/s400/%21cid_AEB244DB4FBD45A8A4CEB0281FFC1CE8%40PC03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317569830973129010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4010025158993885475?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-64231823972166864572009-03-08T16:16:00.011Z2009-03-11T16:26:58.900Z<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SbPwLzIDiaI/AAAAAAAABIs/-Cmll_qlKE0/s1600-h/diante+fo+hoje.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310852471093168546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 338px; cursor: pointer; height: 440px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SbPwLzIDiaI/AAAAAAAABIs/-Cmll_qlKE0/s400/diante+fo+hoje.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />De hoje em diante, </div><div align="center"><br />Sê sempre Tu…<br /><br />Diante do hoje.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/kaSWiSpDawIUwnoRozns" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/kaSWiSpDawIUwnoRozns/340x255" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6423182397216686457?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-73386022227566683272009-02-20T20:19:00.005Z2009-02-24T16:35:27.283Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://olharindiscreto.blogs.sapo.pt/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SZ8QmcBji0I/AAAAAAAABH8/tRsp_DKPcW4/s400/1362097027_561a0992eb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304977138609523522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Ouvem-se o rufar dos tambores ao longe</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">A cada dia se aproxima mais o clímax do exagero</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Chamado “carnaval”…</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Gasta-se o que não se tem,</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Mas...</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> O mais importante é o embebedar na fantasia</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">E o atulhar no faz de conta…</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SZ8R5RZtg_I/AAAAAAAABIE/x9TM7BXHpCA/s1600-h/23866ku4aezr3ii.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 40px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SZ8R5RZtg_I/AAAAAAAABIE/x9TM7BXHpCA/s400/23866ku4aezr3ii.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304978561687192562" border="0" /></a></p> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7338602222756668327?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-5670937232192739452009-02-08T15:12:00.003Z2009-02-20T20:19:45.275Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SY3fRn4BykI/AAAAAAAABHk/SvhfW6ZSe5Q/s1600-h/Amanh%C3%A3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300137830339693122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 363px; cursor: pointer; height: 457px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SY3fRn4BykI/AAAAAAAABHk/SvhfW6ZSe5Q/s400/Amanh%C3%A3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amanhã… </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Que viaja incerto,<br />Com nuvens cinzentas no ar.<br />Num sussurrar que o vento leva<br />O lamento,<br />De quem gostaria sem tormentos de lá chegar…<br /><br />Amanhã…<br /><br />Que de luto se veste<br />De guerras sangrentas<br />Absurdas,<br />Que ferem<br />Que dilaceram<br />Que matam.<br /><br />Amanhã…<br /><br />Ébrio de incertezas<br />Que não chega<br />E quando chega…<br />Queríamos que não chegasse…<br /><br /><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-567093723219273945?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-84548724278436460882009-01-24T15:20:00.000Z2009-01-24T15:23:38.953Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SJTZsy6xkCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/OOvnlYGKnHU/s1600-h/poema+e+dor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230044430889750562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="373" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SJTZsy6xkCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/OOvnlYGKnHU/s400/poema+e+dor.jpg" width="455" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Poema</div><div align="center">O grito de dor</div><div align="center">A saudade num lamento...<br /></div><div align="center">O beijo que declara o amor </div><div align="center">Presente...</div><div align="center">E</div><div align="center">Ausente...</div><div align="center">O desamor, ele também presente…</div><div align="center">No escrito, não dito</div><div align="center">Declamado por ai...</div><br /><div align="center">Que o vento leva em sua<br />Brisa...<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8454872427843646088?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-83710435165763187402008-12-26T11:10:00.000Z2008-12-26T11:10:00.214Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SUVZnjAC4aI/AAAAAAAABEg/BB5C626SN74/s1600-h/ano2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279724674106974626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 455px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 427px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SUVZnjAC4aI/AAAAAAAABEg/BB5C626SN74/s400/ano2008.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Há que saber expurgar o luto,do desgosto </div><div align="center">E... </div><div align="center">Jamais ficar preso ao passado… </div><br /><br /><div align="center">A mente esvazia-se e novos</div><div align="center">Horizontes se abrem…</div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/EUQrHcH6PFZWMG9UetQp" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/EUQrHcH6PFZWMG9UetQp/340x255" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8371043516576318740?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-63282216732551270282008-12-18T21:40:00.007Z2008-12-20T20:16:50.293Z<a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=24831"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281253362815075154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 458px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SUrH88NuA1I/AAAAAAAABFI/rRWS1JgZXhA/s400/Natal,lu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center">O soar das trombetas é sempre prenuncio de algo...<br />O silêncio é assustador. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Deixa a hipocrisia esmorecer e,<br />Festeja no recolhimento…</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/3AyV8PFIJlSVdOwJrb4C/340x255" border="0" /> </div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Se durante a Ceia, tiveres um pensamento (límpido)<br />Pelos que vagueiam na escuridão<br />Muito te agradecerão... "<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6328221673255127028?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-26874815679601318702008-12-12T14:00:00.001Z2008-12-12T14:03:34.538Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SUJvAE-ubxI/AAAAAAAABEI/4aYWaeLd02E/s1600-h/mat%C3%A9ria.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278903760359157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 457px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SUJvAE-ubxI/AAAAAAAABEI/4aYWaeLd02E/s400/mat%C3%A9ria.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="center">Dá à matéria a matéria<br />O eu ao eu...<br />E vencerás</div><div align="center"><br />A serrania do aparente<br />Impossível…</div><br /><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-2687481567960131870?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-7567647126993384422008-11-30T17:30:00.003Z2008-12-04T17:56:04.158Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/STgZVeKwFyI/AAAAAAAABD4/dRoJ1wnuTnk/s1600-h/gota_de_orvalho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275994820130641698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/STgZVeKwFyI/AAAAAAAABD4/dRoJ1wnuTnk/s400/gota_de_orvalho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><br />Flor que de teu peito rompe<br />Que reguei com uma pequena gota de orvalho. </div><br /><div align="center">Na vertigem adocei a tua pele...<br /></div><br /><div align="center">E com ela…</div><br /><div align="center">Por um momento</div><div align="center">Apaguei as labaredas do desejo. </div><br /><br /><div align="left"><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-756764712699338442?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-73388112382118792362008-11-16T17:30:00.010Z2008-11-23T18:21:50.471Z<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SSBovaHKDsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/FGGKRjQVqOU/s1600-h/Poeta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269326727695961794" style="WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 402px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SSBovaHKDsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/FGGKRjQVqOU/s400/Poeta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div align="center"><br />Poeta...<br />Que vagueias à procura da palavra<br />Perfeita para rimar…<br />E lhe seres fiel no dizer<br />Do teu sentir...<br /><br />Palavras, as vais juntado<br />Uma a uma nesse rascunho<br />De lápis quiçá, num pedaço de papel.<br /><br />As memorias e<br />O sonho desenhas<br />Em traços,<br />Desconexos<br />Que não realizas-te...<br /><br />Descreves o tempo<br />Que passou, nele te perdes-te<br />Com olhos vendados…<br />Só...<br /><br />Enredado de sombras do<br />Amor que recusas-te,<br />Do beijo que não dês-te… </div><br /><div align="center">E sentes a emoção<br />Que aflora na tua pele, da desdita<br />Escrita nesse grito…<br />De ti, poeta…<br /><br /><br /><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.pt/lh/photo/WjSOpAXnMaa1mv8y6IIIYw"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ze5itlI367E/R6zgCPjfMdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SAI6FOMskMM/s144/122.gif" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div></td></tr><tr><td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"></td></tr><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7338811238211879236?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-6079520327950705622008-11-02T20:30:00.000Z2008-11-02T20:25:10.850Z<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQzJlx4QcRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/AlTAGU84bus/s1600-h/aquele+abra%C3%A7o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263803715370905874" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQzJlx4QcRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/AlTAGU84bus/s400/aquele+abra%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Para quê as palavras<br />Daquele abraço...<br />Depois do beijo trocado<br />Das nossas bocas humedecidas<br />Nossas línguas se tocarem!<br /><br />Doce arrepio percorre...<br />Nossos corpos<br />Despertando o desejo<br />Que pulsa.<br /></p><br /><p align="left"><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯) <span style="font-size:85%;">Tem presentes... mais abaixo, levem eles com meu carinho...</span><br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-607952032795070562?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com65tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-83790713677132282452008-11-02T19:34:00.013Z2008-11-02T20:39:48.230Z<div align="center">Grata pelo carinho Amiga...</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;">*</span><a href="http://ana-guima.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;">caminhos da vida*</span></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4CCEzFO_I/AAAAAAAAA84/Hu0DnXrHIhs/s1600-h/boa-intenssaos%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147249113676786" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4CCEzFO_I/AAAAAAAAA84/Hu0DnXrHIhs/s400/boa-intenssaos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4BRdpoyJI/AAAAAAAAA8g/8bSXxUUHp0g/s1600-h/selo_campanha.jpg"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4BHpxbgYI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pXHg-dXFgjo/s1600-h/1a.jpg"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4BB1W4BMI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AklQGhD5MFc/s1600-h/selo-qualidade%5B1%5D.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264146145457210562" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4BB1W4BMI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AklQGhD5MFc/s400/selo-qualidade%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4Bs2ZftpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8dJF7QWMisw/s1600-h/selopremio-thumb%5B1%5D.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264146884471010962" style="WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4Bs2ZftpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8dJF7QWMisw/s400/selopremio-thumb%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4BbzIZIrI/AAAAAAAAA8o/iM9ZGYYfXGg/s1600-h/selo_premio_dardos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264146591536194226" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SQ4BbzIZIrI/AAAAAAAAA8o/iM9ZGYYfXGg/s400/selo_premio_dardos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Oferto a todos que seu rastooooo, deixa...</span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><p align="left"><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8379071367713228245?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-63648343283575707582008-10-19T19:15:00.003+01:002008-11-02T20:09:00.407Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SPt2LcPYtGI/AAAAAAAAA64/ubiVsIfArDE/s1600-h/dar+a+m%C3%A3o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926928816551010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SPt2LcPYtGI/AAAAAAAAA64/ubiVsIfArDE/s400/dar+a+m%C3%A3o.jpg" width="444" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Não julgues<br />Julga-te...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Não condenes<br />Condena-te...<br /></div><div align="center">Não censures<br />Educa-te...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Fá-lo hoje…<br />Não<br />Amanhã.</div><div align="left"><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ </div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6364834328357570758?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-37761811348416940492008-10-05T21:10:00.004+01:002008-10-05T21:23:17.548+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SOkfgBY6eoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/cSj-Zwy-qtw/s1600-h/m%C3%A3os.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253765075293600386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="404" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SOkfgBY6eoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/cSj-Zwy-qtw/s400/m%C3%A3os.jpg" width="404" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Vi na noite o esboço<br />Que formava o teu semblante<br />Gracioso e belo... </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Pairavas no ar<br />Como magia e encanto </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Estendi meus braços…<br /><br />Que ilusão a minha<br />Pensar em tocar-te<br />A distância, que curta<br />parecia...<br />Que me separava</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Da Tua Alma...<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"></div><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3776181134841694049?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-13720763357115605302008-09-21T22:35:00.002+01:002008-09-21T22:46:56.417+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SCS9WFrJtlI/AAAAAAAAAmA/w8iWANVLdOg/s1600-h/versos+de+amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198488057070335570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SCS9WFrJtlI/AAAAAAAAAmA/w8iWANVLdOg/s400/versos+de+amor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Não me prendas, amor<br />Sou como água<br />Que sairá por entre<br />teus dedos…<br /><br />Não me prendas, amor<br />Sou, como brisa...<br />Escapulirei de teus braços </div><br /><div align="center"><br />Não me prendas, amor<br />Sou como a flor<br />Que embeleza teu olhar<br />Mas…<br />Morrerei em tuas mãos<br /><br />Não me prendas, amor<br />Enlaça-me com doçura…<br /><br />No mar dos teus sonhos<br />No desejo impetuoso<br />Na profundidade<br />Do amor... </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1372076335711560530?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-88547879189078166602008-09-07T19:46:00.004+01:002008-09-07T19:57:52.686+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SMQjqRvAy5I/AAAAAAAAAog/R1MpKz1sM6Q/s1600-h/ventre.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243355075388165010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SMQjqRvAy5I/AAAAAAAAAog/R1MpKz1sM6Q/s400/ventre.bmp" width="415" border="0" /></a><br />O ventre,<br />Sobre o qual te dobras<br />E tentas esconder,<br /><br />É o mesmo que doas<br />Em laivos de prazer, </div><div align="center"><br />Sempre que os lábios<br />Te tocam num frenesim de paixão...<br /></div><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8854787918907816660?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-61694307218784153702008-08-03T22:25:00.003+01:002008-08-03T22:39:45.498+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SJYkgj_S2kI/AAAAAAAAAno/m8uDlyibiio/s1600-h/olhar_indiscreto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230408159072541250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="312" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SJYkgj_S2kI/AAAAAAAAAno/m8uDlyibiio/s400/olhar_indiscreto.jpg" width="439" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Não creiam em tudo que os vossos olhos vêem<br /><br />…Eles também sofrem das imperfeições da carne… </div><br /><br /><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´<br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ausente, um tempo...até que volte fiquem bem<br /></span><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/soZ93l6ZLwnCFzqVmC6C/"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" height="117" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/soZ93l6ZLwnCFzqVmC6C/" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Doce meu beijo</span><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cõllybry</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6169430721878415370?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com68tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-91126569350585994282008-07-19T22:03:00.005+01:002008-07-19T22:14:54.627+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SIJW0HSpJvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/sznYTATh4X8/s1600-h/universo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224833971013625586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="401" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SIJW0HSpJvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/sznYTATh4X8/s400/universo1.jpg" width="424" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br />Recata o teu impulso </div><br /><div align="center">E... lembra-te sempre… </div><br /><div align="center"><br />Que o reflexo do hoje…<br />Espelhar-se-á para todo o Universo…</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-9112656935058599428?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com68tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-35772630236972449302008-07-05T21:10:00.000+01:002008-07-05T20:25:48.379+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SG_AdwJr37I/AAAAAAAAAmw/ypjKGQs6sck/s1600-h/1105253wq5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219602110519959474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SG_AdwJr37I/AAAAAAAAAmw/ypjKGQs6sck/s400/1105253wq5.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Primeiro moldaste-me o corpo<br />Com tuas mãos de artista…<br /><br />Beijando-me…<br />Insuflaste-lhe a vida<br /><br />Com teus olhos…<br />Desejaste-me<br /><br />Com teu corpo…<br />Possuíste-me.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3577263023697244930?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-81988019991757623802008-06-21T20:17:00.008+01:002008-06-22T23:32:09.654+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SF1V5v5Vq1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/M1qtKoDHclg/s1600-h/lembra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214418394162768722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="349" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SF1V5v5Vq1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/M1qtKoDHclg/s400/lembra.jpg" width="468" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center">Lembra-te, lembrando do que não te lembras…<br />Recordas, o indesejável do esquecimento...<br /><br />Sofres no esquecimento da recordação…<br /><br />Alimentas o sonho da lembrança para recordares,<br />O esquecimento...</p><br /><p align="left"><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8198801999175762380?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-90349312329339172512008-06-08T19:30:00.000+01:002008-06-08T19:57:49.203+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SDhrc7eg4FI/AAAAAAAAAmY/P1Foir2M99U/s1600-h/terra+prende1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204027514172792914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="407" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SDhrc7eg4FI/AAAAAAAAAmY/P1Foir2M99U/s400/terra+prende1.jpg" width="344" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Minha Alma<br />Que anseia… </div><div align="center"><br />O silêncio da noite<br />Acalento o desejo<br />Que na bruma navega<br />Entres dois Mundos.<br /><br />Há… Esta dor que dilacera<br />O peso que carrega...<br /><br />Vejo o Mundo que meu corpo ainda prende<br />O naufragar em densas nuvens que o amor<br />Esconde…<br /><br />A tragédia em cenário<br />A Guerra<br />…Da pobreza humana<br />Que a Natureza em seu pranto leva.</div><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-9034931232933917251?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-30601215521843221352008-05-24T20:11:00.003+01:002008-05-24T21:02:35.253+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SDhz17eg4GI/AAAAAAAAAmg/cV-PdXp-Zqw/s1600-h/sabedoria+da+%C3%A1gua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204036739762544738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 472px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="436" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SDhz17eg4GI/AAAAAAAAAmg/cV-PdXp-Zqw/s400/sabedoria+da+%C3%A1gua.jpg" width="337" border="0" /></a><br />Lembra-te da sabedoria da água…<br /><br />Ela nunca discute com os seus obstáculos<br /><br />Ela contorna-os...<br /><br />Temos que a aprender a amar sem esperar muito dos outros.<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><br />|)’’()<br />| Ö,)<br />|),”<br />|<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3060121552184322135?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-74224733612527520722008-05-10T19:15:00.006+01:002008-05-12T00:13:53.941+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SCXmjlrJtmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4x2HA_geh3A/s1600-h/Alma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198814843952019042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 473px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="314" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SCXmjlrJtmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4x2HA_geh3A/s400/Alma.jpg" width="451" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">A Alma<br /><br />Num roçar estonteante<br />No manto da noite… Sem mistérios<br />Onde a leveza se faz, sem ruídos.<br /><br />Envolves meu corpo<br />Que dizes, com fragrância única<br />Em frenesim…<br /><br />Se os olhos<br />A nu, pudessem ver<br />As cores!<br /><br />Entrelaçados, na pureza<br />Em hino, da grandeza do amor<br />Sem tamanho.<br /><br />Sim ele, o amor não o tem<br />Ocupa todo o Ser…<br /><br />Meu<br />E…<br />Teu<br /><br />Mesmo que ainda de corpo me vista.<br />E…<br />Tu não. </div><div align="left"><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7422473361252752072?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-60127137986414420472008-04-27T19:17:00.000+01:002008-04-27T19:12:47.211+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R9sIDdreUtI/AAAAAAAAAkM/DNL093yVc44/s1600-h/globe640.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177741052192117458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R9sIDdreUtI/AAAAAAAAAkM/DNL093yVc44/s400/globe640.jpg" width="416" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Vives numa gaiola imaginária<br />E…<br />Apregoas que és livre...</div><br /><div align="center"><br />As grades da imaginação<br />Não são visíveis, mas sentem-se<br /><br />Não são feitas de aço<br />Mas de preconceitos...<br /><br />São elas que no dia a dia<br />Te escravizam e coagem<br />A seres, o que não queres<br />E…<br />A fazeres o que não deves.</div><br /><div align="left"><br />)’’()<br />Ö,)<br />),” </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6012713798641442047?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-44387959626415779702008-04-19T20:53:00.003+01:002008-04-19T21:13:54.187+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SApRa4ypQuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0Nmm5qPg7ts/s1600-h/Porta_corao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191051042861171426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 459px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="429" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SApRa4ypQuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0Nmm5qPg7ts/s400/Porta_corao.jpg" width="323" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Na incerteza…<br />Fecha as portas<br />Mas…<br />Nunca o coração,<br />Não deixes esvaziar de sentimento ou calor<br />Coração sem amor… </div><div align="center"><br />É sepulcro vazio, frio e silencioso… </div><div align="left"></div><span style="font-size:85%;">)’’()<br /> Ö,)<br />),”<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4438795962641577970?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-1409707507690234612008-04-12T20:29:00.003+01:002008-04-12T19:02:04.988+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R_fTo-z3pcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0J8W0Ufg2ug/s1600-h/passaros_caminho.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R_fTcOz3pbI/AAAAAAAAAlY/uZ5xe4kHpRg/s1600-h/passaros_caminho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185845977905866162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 465px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="443" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R_fTcOz3pbI/AAAAAAAAAlY/uZ5xe4kHpRg/s400/passaros_caminho.jpg" width="374" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Segue o som<br />Sussurrado pelo vento<br />Nessa bela melodia<br />Do chilrear dos pássaros<br /><br />Deixa que ela te envolva<br />Na doçura encantada<br />Do canto<br />Dos amantes… </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />Ama com corpo adulto<br />Num coração de criança…<br /><br />Ama como adolescente<br />À descoberta do ser…<br /><br />Indaga na lembrança<br />O tremer, arrepiado<br />Do fulgor do amor<br />Em ti já esvanecido…<br /><br />Anima teu corpo dormente<br />E…segue o som<br />Sussurrado pelo vento.</div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">)’’()<br />Ö,)<br />),”<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-140970750769023461?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-65816650655785607332008-04-05T20:41:00.005+01:002008-04-05T20:52:41.603+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R_fW5ez3pdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/A68FpZkoP3Q/s1600-h/dar+o+passo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185849778951923154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="402" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R_fW5ez3pdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/A68FpZkoP3Q/s400/dar+o+passo.jpg" width="341" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Se tens que dar o passo<br />Fá-lo…<br />Não fiques tempo parada(o)<br />Pois…<br />Podes empedernir na sensibilidade.<br /><br />Deixa o poro respirar… </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br />)’’()<br /> Ö,)<br />),”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6581665065578560733?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-18670012298186946282008-03-28T22:52:00.005Z2008-03-28T23:07:43.459Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R-14Huz3pZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4-RzWhO9-VI/s1600-h/o+leito+onde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182930820393313682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="333" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R-14Huz3pZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4-RzWhO9-VI/s400/o+leito+onde.jpg" width="505" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Esse leito onde me deito<br />Que é teu peito,<br />Doce perfume<br />Onde me deleito...<br />Macio ondulado<br />Como mar sereno<br />Salgado…<br /><br />Tempera o amor<br />Sem tempo<br />De nossa Alma…<br /><br />Na ausência de tua voz<br />Que se faz nos gestos<br />Sôfregos de beijos<br /><br />No prazer de sentires…<br />O vibrar do meu corpo<br />Em êxtase<br />Na mestria<br />Do amor…<br /><br />Preenche todo e qualquer vazio<br />Que o coração tenha,<br />Onde a leveza<br />Se faz…<br />Pela noite amena,</div><div align="center">Adormeço...</div><div align="center">Em Teu peito.<br /><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1867001229818694628?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-23903968880502688432008-03-21T23:19:00.006Z2008-03-28T23:33:56.376Z<div align="center"><a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=4963"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180656618030212434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="402" alt="Não misturem o...clique na imagem" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R-Vjvuz3pVI/AAAAAAAAAko/BHzHG4vg8VU/s400/A+f%C3%A9.jpg" width="336" border="0" /></a><br />A fé consciente é libertação...<br /><br />A fé instintiva é escravidão...<br />A fé mecânica é loucura... </div><div align="center"><br />O amor consciente desperta o amor... </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">O amor emocional desperta o inesperado...<br />O amor mecânico desperta o ódio. </div><div align="left"><br />)’’()<br />Ö,)<br />),” </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-2390396888050268843?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-49142850563844731482008-03-14T23:22:00.009Z2008-03-15T17:57:18.020Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R9sJRNreUuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YXpih5E99vQ/s1600-h/noite+e+seus+misterios.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177742387926946530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R9sJRNreUuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YXpih5E99vQ/s400/noite+e+seus+misterios.jpg" width="478" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">Vem a noite de mansinho<br />…Com ela, seus mistérios<br />Trás teus braços onde me perco…<br /><br />Aconchega-me entre eles<br />Amor…sussurra ao ouvido<br />Teu amor eterno…<br /><br />Adoça meu Ser<br />Em sobressalto, neste tempo de dor<br />Lá fora, que me rodeia…<br /><br />Acalma minha Alma<br />Que a Terra ainda prende...</div><div align="left"><br />(¯`•.•´¯)<br />*`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)<br />¤ º° ¤`•.¸.•´ ¤ º° ¤*<span style="font-size:85%;">Mensagem de Páscoa...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=5312"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">Aqui<br /></span>•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.?? </span></a></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4914285056384473148?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-45478382055760914092008-03-08T17:52:00.007Z2009-03-08T15:45:47.257Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R9LkwdreUsI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6VDPMHgBoNk/s1600-h/dia+da+mulher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175450443053945538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R9LkwdreUsI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6VDPMHgBoNk/s400/dia+da+mulher.jpg" width="427" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Por covardia deram-te um dia<br />Quando todos te pertencem<br />Com grandiosidade da Alma<br />E, humildade comovedora<br />Aceitaste …<br />És mais digna de um hino ao Amor<br />Do que te curvares aos caprichos<br />De quem te quer servil…</div><br /><br />)’’()<br /> Ö,)<br />),”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4547838205576091409?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-68800255171612518262008-03-02T20:02:00.011Z2008-03-08T22:40:47.053Z<p align="center"><img height="400" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/ReqZsPG6fg5fIZZEPW6y/x435" border="0" /></p><p align="center">A palavra que magoa<br />Perpetua-se...<br />A palavra que incentiva<br />Adoça...<br />A palavra vazia<br />Incomoda...<br /><br />Não enfasties a vida com palavras ocas<br />Elas acabam por vulgarizar<br />A tua existência.</p><p align="left"><br />|)’’()<br />| Ö,)<br />|),”<br />|<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6880025517161251826?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-30222280069426290972008-02-07T19:45:00.000Z2008-02-08T23:37:35.050Z<div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center">O convite da Marta...<a href="http://amartaeeu.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html/">*Minha Página *</a><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164326980771852690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R6tgBvjfMZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/dyIKh4bawVM/s400/amor+%C3%A9+liberdade.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br />Débil amor, esse que sentes<br />E apregoas ao vento<br />Declamas à Lua, em noite clara<br />O descreves em versos<br />Promessas, eternas…<br />E…<br /><span style="color:#666600;">O Mundo se rende às tuas vontades</span><br />Embeveces de ilusões que teu<br />Corpo veste… e prendes com grilhões<br />Quem dizes amar…<br /><br /><br />Não acorrentes o amor<br />Liberta em grito do teu peito<br />A grandiosidade do sentimento<br />Reescrito em, Tua Alma<br />Vezes sem conta…<br />Faz dele uma canção<br />E…<br /><span style="color:#666600;">Liberta dos teus grilhões quem tu mais amas<br /></span>Sê humilde, e sem vaidade.<br /><br />De corpos entrelaçados, despidos de preconceitos<br />Esvoacem nas nuvens do prazer<br />Em ondas de puro amor… </p><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R6zgCPjfMdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SAI6FOMskMM/s1600-h/122.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164749201826853330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/QhrIzf0h2QsHM0CiJZBr/x435" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Ausente, uns dias…Até lá<br />Fiquem bem<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">)’’()<br />Ö,)<br />),”<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Doce beijo da...<br /><br />*Cöllyßry<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3022228006942629097?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-25004915979774120062008-02-01T22:28:00.000Z2008-02-01T22:37:56.240Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R6OdU_jfMYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/38jUQq7O-3Y/s1600-h/N%C3%A3o+te+escondas_a+mascara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162142581879943554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 482px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R6OdU_jfMYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/38jUQq7O-3Y/s400/N%C3%A3o+te+escondas_a+mascara.jpg" width="427" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Máscara sem olhos…<br />Lantejoulas sem brilho<br />Deitadas ao abandono<br /><br />Numa quarta-feira de cinzas<br />Envolta de arrependimento<br />De um corpo que desejou<br />Mas a máscara escondeu<br /><br />A mentira que não doía…doeu<br />O cansaço que não sentia… cansou<br />A coragem que não desarmava… rendeu<br /><br />E tudo acabou na terça-feira…<br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-2500491597977412006?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-87244063016250192362008-01-27T18:58:00.001Z2008-01-27T22:56:53.760Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R50L-PjfMWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/w5mx4sji0nw/s1600-h/Poeta2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160293911991628130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="403" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R50L-PjfMWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/w5mx4sji0nw/s400/Poeta2.jpg" width="330" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Poeta, Ilusão... </div><div align="center">Teu corpo veste </div><div align="center">Desenhas em palavras<br />... O rosto pálido que amanhece com vincos </div><div align="center">Das lágrimas avinagradas </div><div align="center">Que não vertes… </div><div align="center"><br />Olhas a cada amanhã </div><div align="center">No espelho baço </div><div align="center">A figura difusa…<br />Na quentura do corpo </div><div align="center">Que não dês-te </div><div align="center">O desejo… </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Reprimido no ser, dormente </div><div align="center">O amor… </div><div align="center">Que some em vertigem </div><div align="center">Em Ti </div><div align="center">De Ti </div><div align="center">Para Ti… </div><div align="center">Somente, poeta…<br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8724406301625019236?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-33884312629445170972008-01-20T18:27:00.000Z2008-01-27T18:58:22.133Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R5OW6BLewpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JyinPp7wDtI/s1600-h/Corpo-no-nascer+do.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157631921762517650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="423" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R5OW6BLewpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JyinPp7wDtI/s400/Corpo-no-nascer+do.jpg" width="284" border="0" /></a><br /><br />No nascer do dia,<br />Expõe o teu corpo ao Sol<br />Para que seus raios o aqueçam e penetrem no teu coração.<br /><br />No cair da noite,<br />Resguarda-te para que a tua Alma<br />Descanse, e o frio não gele o teu corpo.</div><br /><br/><br/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3388431262944517097?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-78344445154202617622008-01-12T17:49:00.000Z2008-01-13T17:34:50.297Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R4pLgxLewmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/X12eCWiGLUU/s1600-h/desnudo+numa+valsa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155015749808341602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 472px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R4pLgxLewmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/X12eCWiGLUU/s400/desnudo+numa+valsa.jpg" width="435" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><br />No silêncio da noite… </div><br /><div align="center">Desnudo teu corpo </div><div align="center"><br />Ao ritmo do murmúrio das notas</div><div align="center">Da musicalidade oculta das palavras...</div><br /><div align="center">Seguimos a sintonia do desejo </div><div align="center">Com virtuosidade de uma orquestra de emoções</div><br /><div align="center">Tocando de improviso...</div><br /><div align="center">Dançamos…</div><br /><div align="center">A valsa dos amantes</div><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7834444515420261762?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-49559397678531455212008-01-04T20:21:00.000Z2008-01-28T02:08:04.484Z<p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R36VeBLewhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g3-sw4fY-4A/s1600-h/Ecos+pairam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151719366703628818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="334" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R36VeBLewhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g3-sw4fY-4A/s400/Ecos+pairam.jpg" width="435" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Ecos, no ar pairam<br />Delírios<br />Teu corpo veste<br />Fina túnica<br />Agreste…<br /><br />Ecos, esvoaçam<br />Em redor de ti<br />Em barcaça alinhada<br />Em troncos débeis<br />Atados,<br />De finos fios de linhaça…<br /><br />Ecos, rodopiam<br />Na ventania<br />Da palavra não dita<br />Que entoa em ti…</p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4955939767853145521?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-70355979756379023962007-12-27T21:14:00.001Z2008-11-15T20:30:03.652Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R3Qx3xLewfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/nb351f9z0Yc/s1600-h/o+frenesim1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148795108155376114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="436" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R3Qx3xLewfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/nb351f9z0Yc/s400/o+frenesim1.jpg" width="377" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><p align="center">No frenesim destes dias de<br />Falsa alegria,<br /><br />Ninguém se lembra que o amanhã<br />Será mais frenético ainda…<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R3QyCRLewgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/m4L8X5ZKwYY/s1600-h/paz+em+ti.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148795288544002562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R3QyCRLewgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/m4L8X5ZKwYY/s400/paz+em+ti.gif" border="0" /></a> </p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7035597975637902396?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-48905655180870803602007-12-20T19:16:00.002Z2008-12-25T18:56:40.677Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R2xLpBLewaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/sVg2ewtpYk4/s1600-h/a+luz+j%C3%A1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146571642240942498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="413" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R2xLpBLewaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/sVg2ewtpYk4/s400/a+luz+j%C3%A1.jpg" width="407" border="0" /></a><br /><div><p align="center"><br />Já não chega as luzes e os enfeites<br />para apagar a tristeza dos olhos de<br />quem as vê…<br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=24831"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144650782542315842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 44px" height="55" alt="Mensagem de Natal" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/00194g6f" width="200" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4890565518087080360?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-1684733947116440682007-12-16T19:11:00.000Z2007-12-21T23:17:05.683Z<br><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R2V5GhLewVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Knout9TRzcI/s1600-h/1220_kid12mom.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144651302233358674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R2V5GhLewVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Knout9TRzcI/s400/1220_kid12mom.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Dá a mão à sensatez<br /><br />Não passes a fronteira da fantasia<br /><br />Não entres no Pais dos sonhos perdidos<br /><br />Calcorreia a estrada da tua vida<br /><br />E…<br /><br />Não sofrerás o desencanto do encanto<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/00031tph" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/00031tph" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-168473394711644068?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-42301158205477840172007-12-09T20:42:00.000Z2008-02-08T22:50:57.756Z<div align="left"><br />Desafio poético de *<a href="http://ocantodarosa.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#999900;">**rosa maria anselmo**</span></a><br />* ENCRUZILHADA* Com o título de 10 compor um post em prosa, conto ou poesia, com a finalidade... dar elo de sentido ao todo.<br />Assim ficou...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R1yhx__hHyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Tn1e3Asy_iw/s1600-h/encruzilhada_desafio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142162754913771298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="431" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R1yhx__hHyI/AAAAAAAAAco/Tn1e3Asy_iw/s400/encruzilhada_desafio.jpg" width="369" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;">Se na noite<br /></span>Na <span style="color:#996633;">gota de orvalho</span><br />Visse um esboço<br />A espelhar o teu semblante<br />Gracioso e belo…<br /><br /><span style="color:#996633;">A música</span> me embala<br />Procuro o rasto, que emana<br />De <span style="color:#996633;">teu corpo esguio</span> ondulante<br />Coberto de pétalas ainda.<br /><br /><span style="color:#996633;">Doce é o teu peito<br /></span>Onde me deito<br />Com restos do calor de <span style="color:#996633;">Setembro<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#996633;">Ao olhar<br />Por entre a multidão…<br />Esvoaço...livre a Ti meu anjo amado<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br /></span>Que ilusão a minha…<br />A distância, que longa parecia<br />Doce era <span style="color:#996633;">o beijo</span>, que apenas<br />Nos separava. </div><p align="center"><img style="HEIGHT: 120px" height="150" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/00044rp9" width="30" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Passo a quem comenta,que o queira aceitar... </span></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Com carinho da *Cõllybry</span><br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4230115820547784017?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-91559901072916777622007-12-02T20:10:00.000Z2007-12-08T19:24:51.822Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R1MRXzTBelI/AAAAAAAAAbg/krG23FrEUHc/s1600-R/desenho+teu+rosto+amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139470700364528210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px" height="374" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R1MRXzTBelI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7X2m6IwM7hE/s400/desenho+teu+rosto+amor.jpg" width="362" border="0" /></a> Traço as linhas do teu rosto<br />No vidro embaçado<br />Do calor que emana<br />O meu respirar<br />Absorta, olho o horizonte<br /><br />A eterna saudade<br />Que o meu corpo sente<br />Do teu<br /><br />Só a energia<br />Me toca, como brisa<br />Que paira no espaço<br />Sem o tempo<br />Por todos entendido<br />Terreno<br /><br />Não, não é desse que falo<br />Em meu verso<br />Mas do corpo teu…<br />Ausente, só os traços<br />Na minha lembrança<br /><br />Eternizado em meu<br />Coração, triste é meu<br />Lamento…<br />Deste nosso<br />Desencontro, na vida<br />Presente…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-9155990107291677762?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-5031152005737124802007-11-25T20:09:00.000Z2007-12-02T20:16:16.653Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R0slyEy4c2I/AAAAAAAAAak/AB2tGYmFS88/s1600-h/violencia_dia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137241342157026146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px" height="444" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R0slyEy4c2I/AAAAAAAAAak/AB2tGYmFS88/s400/violencia_dia.jpg" width="313" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R0nR60y4c1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fL7O-fdU_b4/s1600-h/violencia_dia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="right">Dizem ser o teu dia<br />Mulher…<br />Que te maltratam<br />Com palavras, que corroem<br />Teu Ser, delicado<br />Com actos agrestes<br />Que mancham teu corpo<br /><br />Dizem ser o teu dia<br />Homem... que sofres também<br />Desses actos sem afecto<br />Que maltratam, marcas deixam<br />Em teu rosto...<br /><br />Dizem ser o teu dia<br />Criança…<br /><br />Que gritas o teu lamento<br />Abafado, no choro<br />Nesse pequeno rosto<br />Onde o medo já se vê<br />Em dor…<br /><br />Em vão pedem ao<br />Vento, que espalhe por entre<br />Montes e vales…esse tormento<br />Pelo Mundo que a surdez o tolhe<br />Não só hoje, que dizem ser<br />O Teu dia…<br />O És todos os dias, nesse<br />Exercício diário de viver<br /><br />Esse lamento de dor<br />Que dilacera o amor<br />Em registo na Alma<br />No acto do Teu nascer<br /><br />Com elevação de pensamento<br />Ao DIVINO…rogo<br />Por vós<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=22867"><img style="WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="57" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/0018gwr7" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R0spR0y4c6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/u9NHyaLbCJg/s1600-h/presentes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137245186152756130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="119" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R0spR0y4c6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/u9NHyaLbCJg/s400/presentes.jpg" width="255" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Agradeço o gesto de amizade a...<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://joy-allnightlong.blogspot.com/">**joy**</a><br /><br /><a href="http://6feira.blogspot.com/">**elvira carvalho**</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A todos oferto,leven-nos com carinho...<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-503115200573712480?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-10401023702126646352007-11-18T20:25:00.001Z2007-11-18T20:49:47.067Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R0CjFky4ciI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IIpmfflzcOw/s1600-h/as+m%C3%A3os+dadas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134282891374129698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 441px" height="392" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/R0CjFky4ciI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IIpmfflzcOw/s400/as+m%C3%A3os+dadas.jpg" width="365" border="0" /></a><br /><div><p>Mãos que se encontram…<br />Numa oportunidade renovada<br /><br />Tanto foi o tempo que andaram<br />Sós neste caminho de percalços<br />Que a vida tem sombria…<br /><br />O riso camuflado no rosto<br />Taciturno, num e outro dia<br />Em tristeza do lamento, de ti<br />Em grito,<br />Que não ouvias…<br /><br />Sim era a minha<br />Mão…que<br />Docemente te afagou<br />Num momento, dormente<br />Na calada da noite…<br />Frecha pequena se abriu em ti<br />Onde a luz penetrou<br />A sombra afastou…<br /><br />O crer renasce com garra<br />Atabalhoando, quase de<br />Adolescente no olhar<br />Rasgado, a esperança se vê<br /><br />O sorriso, espreita em rosto<br />Maroto, de novo<br />Nesse jeito de Ser<br />”Menino” Homem<br /><br />Neste exercício de vida diária<br />Num reencontro<br />De mãos dadas…</p><p> </p><p> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1040102370212664635?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-38488370868952491842007-11-10T18:16:00.000Z2008-01-13T18:31:00.662Z<p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RzX3yw34bJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7WTeXalq4lA/s1600-h/palavras_amorda%C3%A7a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131279801943354514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 474px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="454" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RzX3yw34bJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7WTeXalq4lA/s400/palavras_amorda%C3%A7a.jpg" width="354" border="0" /></a><br />Amordaças as palavras<br />Que poderias proferir<br />Com a ternura<br />Do afecto!<br /><br />Perdem-se no tempo<br />No tempo que passa<br />Que jamais<br />Voltará…<br /><br />O círculo se fecha<br />E nele seus encantos<br />Os Encerras…<br /><br />Perdes-te no sonho<br />Acordado, deambulando<br />Pela Cidade…<br /><br />Enredas-te no sono<br />Do sonho sonhado<br />Acordas, atormentado...<br /><br />Vã é... a espera<br /><br />Vai…<br />Solta as palavras, mostra<br />O afecto, entra na realização<br />Do sonho, tão desejado<br /><br />Que te espera…<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p97/collybry/novahaflorlateral.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" height="22" alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p97/collybry/novahaflorlateral.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">O meu bem hajas,e carinho a:<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RzdOoQ34bRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/UHQWLy0Kr5w/s1600-h/premio%2Bpara%2Bcollybry.jpg"><span style="color:#999900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131656754043055378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="116" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RzdOoQ34bRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/UHQWLy0Kr5w/s200/premio%2Bpara%2Bcollybry.jpg" width="98" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#999900;"><br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://paginapoema.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">*efeneto*</span></a></li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666600;"> (</span><em><span style="color:#666600;"> expecial presente, que me designou...)<br /></span></em></span><a href="http://jogoscommatematica-silvia.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">*jogoscommatematica*</span></a></li><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span><a href="http://fatima-vivencias.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">*fatima *</span></a></li><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span><a href="http://maripossa.blogs.sapo.pt/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">*Mariposa*</span></a></li><span style="color:#666600;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /></span><a href="http://vahalla.blogs.sapo.pt/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">*Maria*</span></a><span style="color:#666600;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A todos Vós que, deixam no comentário também expresso<br />Oferto com amizade,estes dois com carinho …<br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RzdPQQ34bSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3H8OFnq2D10/s1600-h/presentes1.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131657441237822754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="97" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RzdPQQ34bSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3H8OFnq2D10/s200/presentes1.jpg" width="201" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></p></span><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Doce é meu beijo...*Cõllybry<br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3848837086895249184?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-63474008507410864642007-10-31T23:26:00.001Z2007-11-10T18:36:44.121Z<div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ms4VEhTrsck&amp;rel=1&amp;autoplay=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ms4VEhTrsck&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="485" height="395"></embed></object></p><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><p align="left"><img style="WIDTH: 143px; HEIGHT: 76px" height="300" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/0014bxrs/s100x100" border="0" /><span style="font-family:FontleroyBrown;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A todos... a minha em registo fica, num pensamento de amor...</span><br /></span></span></p><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Em texto...</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Clique na imagem...</span></span> <a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/index.php?uid=570"><img alt="Luso-Poemas - Poemas de amor, cartas e pensamentos" src="http://www.luso-poemas.net/images/logos/lusomini.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6347400850741086464?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-87638111103345243562007-10-22T11:46:00.000+01:002007-11-11T15:12:20.759Z<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RxyIUFSfucI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UQsvTrAYgLs/s1600-h/C%C3%B5llybryrosa.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124120354639296962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RxyIUFSfucI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UQsvTrAYgLs/s400/C%C3%B5llybryrosa.gif" width="155" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Doce é meu beijo</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8763811110334524356?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-83263488557633102502007-10-14T19:31:00.000+01:002007-11-11T04:36:22.885Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RxKrklSfuXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/r9HA3czrQSY/s1600-h/algemas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121344371247004018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RxKrklSfuXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/r9HA3czrQSY/s400/algemas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Considera-te presa(o)...<br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Não quando te privas de Liberdade,</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Mas quando algemas o teu coração...<br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 52px" height="70" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000ye160" width="318" border="0" /> <br /><br />A amizade… é como pétalas<br />Espalhadas ao longo do caminho<br />De cores fortes e delicado aroma<br />Fosse eu uma rosa<br />A cada um a ofertava<br />na ausencia do gesto fisico<br />aqui fica em registo...<br /><br />o meu bem haja...<br /><br /><a href="http://cvalente.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">*C Valente*</span></a></li><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><a href="http://vahalla.blogs.sapo.pt/"><span style="font-size:85%;">**Maria **</span></a></li><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://coisasqvoam.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">**_E se eu fosse puta...Tu lias? **</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://maripossa.blogs.sapo.pt/"><span style="font-size:85%;">**Lisa **</span></a></li><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><img height="90" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/0017aghb/s150x100" border="0" /> </p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8326348855763310250?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com70tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-17048055390409642662007-10-07T19:44:00.000+01:002007-11-11T15:11:03.744Z<u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RwkpOP77Z6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/I9FEMrFDaZ8/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o_chave1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118667776256075682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RwkpOP77Z6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/I9FEMrFDaZ8/s400/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o_chave1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Foi por mim que outrora<br />Gritei,<br />Atirei frases há solta<br />Cega de angústia e revolta<br />Escrevi o primeiro<br />Verso<br /><br />Sim foi por mim<br />Que chorei<br />Em noites de sombras<br />E insónias<br /><br />Sim foi por mim<br />Que lutei nos meandros<br />Da mente insana<br />Do esquecimento empedernido<br />Que em nó, se tornou<br />Em minha Alma<br /><br />Sim foi por mim<br />A dor dilacerante em<br />Desata-los, que angustia<br />Dia após dia…e longo foi o tempo<br /><br />Mas foi por ti<br />Que mondei as ervas daninhas<br />Do passado enraizadas<br />De nossas longínquas jornadas<br /><br />Mas…<br />Foi a ti que declamei<br />O verso<br /><br />Foi a ti<br />Que agarrei a mão<br />Frágil ainda<br />Mas com garra e confiança<br />Com doçura e teimosia<br />Que transbordava de amor<br />Nesse traçado e estreito caminho<br />Por nós eleito<br /><br />Sim foi por mim<br />…Mas doada de Alma a ti.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rwkp6v77Z7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/k89iYgmharM/s1600-h/vitral+barra.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118668540760254386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rwkp6v77Z7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/k89iYgmharM/s400/vitral+barra.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1704805539040964266?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-19502819495638310172007-09-30T18:55:00.000+01:002007-11-11T15:11:32.354Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rv_kHRma8BI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Vppu1Kv19Z4/s1600-h/107_1160429524.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116058515350941714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rv_kHRma8BI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Vppu1Kv19Z4/s400/107_1160429524.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Em teus lábios deposito<br />O beijo…</div><div align="center"><br />Aquele<br />Declamado dos poetas…<br />O beijo húmido quente</div><div align="center"><br />Aquele…<br />Com fogo dos amantes<br />A saudade que fica<br />Em lamento<br />Do amor declarado<br />No desejo<br />Que rompe em<br />Grito…</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br><br />𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1950281949563831017?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-74848405030983395432007-09-23T20:44:00.000+01:002007-09-23T21:36:50.169+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RvbDDRma8AI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZoUaRHyGfQ4/s1600-h/1002445.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113488887957352450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RvbDDRma8AI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZoUaRHyGfQ4/s400/1002445.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Setembro…<br />Quase fim da primavera<br />Quase inicio do Outono<br />Mês em que nasci.<br /><br />A traquinice da infância<br />Vai longínqua<br />A graça da moçoila, de<br />Inocência frenética<br />Também<br />Onde a experiência<br />Dorida<br />Se fez…<br /><br />Foram tantos os caminhos<br />Largos e longos, que deslumbrei<br />Ruelas, onde tropecei e cai<br />Vezes sem conta, porque acreditei!<br />Corri veloz<br />Atrás dos sonhos<br />E de sonhos, não passaram<br />Nenhum se realizou<br />Na dureza da vida<br />Continuei…<br /><br />Longa foi a espera no leito<br />Da esperança, reconstruir o crer<br />Há que luta, férrea travada<br /><br />E eis, que<br />Caminhos, outros se abriram<br />Com a graça Divina<br />Onde renasce…<br />Mulher, mantendo o coração<br />De criança, o brincar de garota<br />A emoção da grandeza do amor<br />Vivido autêntico, sem a ilusão do sonho<br />Na descoberta da razão<br />De minha existência…<br /><br />Setembro que és<br />Ano após ano<br />Recomeçado…</div><br />𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7484840503098339543?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-42994696093054013742007-09-17T02:01:00.000+01:002007-09-17T02:23:52.296+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Ru3UruPJqDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_3j98F9yCVE/s1600-h/amor_que_some.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110974999746422834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Ru3UruPJqDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_3j98F9yCVE/s400/amor_que_some.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Amor que some nas entranhas do meu ser<br />Denso nevoeiro paira, envolvente...<br />Me cerca neste labirinto de vidas vividas passadas<br />Presentes a cada momento no dia a dia...<br />Sinto dentro de mim o fantasma que paira no ar<br />Do silêncio sepulcro, carcereiro das palavras...<br />Com o tempo elas... se esvaem<br />Sementes não plantadas... pelo lavrador prisioneiro<br />Em si....se esquece de rasgar o sulco...<br />E as,<br />Plantar no Terreno fértil de vida...<br /><br /><br />𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4299469609305401374?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-41954572924882063042007-09-10T22:43:00.001+01:002009-01-22T19:55:15.437Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SXjOufLscpI/AAAAAAAABG8/tfRD3D9TPWc/s1600-h/Meu_Anjo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294208660013871762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 458px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/SXjOufLscpI/AAAAAAAABG8/tfRD3D9TPWc/s400/Meu_Anjo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Sentir a brisa da tua presença<br />Que esvoaça no espaço...<br />Em redor de mim<br />É leveza e doçura<br />Desse amor sem fim...<br /><br />Releio, vezes sem conta<br />O amor em palavras<br />Que me falas, em escrita<br />Na ausência<br />Da tua voz…<br /><br />Procuro a lembrança<br />Que fica e flutua<br />Do rasto que deixa...</div><div align="center"><br />A luz da tua Alma<br />Da grandeza do amor<br />Eterno… </div><br /><div align="center"><br />𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4195457292488206304?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-31797822163307581262007-09-02T21:05:00.000+01:002007-11-11T04:37:49.533Z<p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RttilECuo9I/AAAAAAAAATY/JRRlH2l0028/s1600-h/teu+peito+onde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105782991434458066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RttilECuo9I/AAAAAAAAATY/JRRlH2l0028/s400/teu+peito+onde.jpg" width="446" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="center">Doce é teu peito<br />Onde minha cabeça deito<br />Em silêncio, ouves meu lamento<br />Hás vezes com lágrimas<br />E pranto…<br /><br />Serenamente tentas<br />Atenuar minha dor<br />Que dilacera…<br />Com mestria de palavras<br />Em som melódico<br />Com a sabedoria do perdão<br />E humildade do ser </p><div align="center">Que és<br />Me falas…<br /><br />Docemente, retiras a importância<br />Que nela continha<br />A mágoa se esvai…<br />Pouco a pouco </div><br /><div align="center">Do meu ser.<br /><br />O bater ritmado do coração<br />Em compasso, sinto<br />Em uníssono </div><div align="center">Desse amor sem tamanho<br />Sem tempo, no tempo<br />De nossas vidas…<br />Eterno amado meu. </div><br /><div align="center">𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð</div><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RtsXw0Cuo7I/AAAAAAAAATI/N8nkcBKYub0/s1600-h/certificado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105700729925837746" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="87" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RtsXw0Cuo7I/AAAAAAAAATI/N8nkcBKYub0/s400/certificado.jpg" width="263" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Meu bem haja, num doce beijo, a...<br /></span><a href="http://somomentos.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">*somomentos*</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><a href="http://coisasdogui.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">*Gui*</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />A todos Vós o oferto, com carinho<br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3179782216330758126?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-67560772769368786232007-08-26T21:08:00.000+01:002007-09-15T03:36:41.720+01:00<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RtHe30Cuo4I/AAAAAAAAASw/rIknDqhqRYw/s1600-h/cdfrt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103104903231742850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RtHe30Cuo4I/AAAAAAAAASw/rIknDqhqRYw/s400/cdfrt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><div align="center">As estrelas<br /><br />Beleza que desponta<br />Ao entardecer…<br />Em cada dia<br />No imenso azul celeste<br />Emana em seu manto encantado<br />Que nosso olhar fascina…<br /><br />Poetas inspiram<br />Cantores o cantam<br />Romantiza os amantes…<br /><br />O são também de quem<br />As forma…<br /><br />Da energia que dos actos<br />Emana, dos pensamentos também…<br />Ao longo da permanência em corpo físico<br />Da nossa Alma…</div><p align="center">𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð </p><p align="left"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RtHf3kCuo6I/AAAAAAAAATA/i4kppGSFwF8/s1600-h/haflordapele.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103105998448403362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="48" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RtHf3kCuo6I/AAAAAAAAATA/i4kppGSFwF8/s400/haflordapele.jpg" width="110" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://somentebia.blogs.sapo.pt/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">*Bia*</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">... </span><a href="http://vieiracalado-poesia.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">*vieiracalado*</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /></span><a href="http://poemaescaldante.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">*Verdinho*</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">...Grata Verdinho por todos<br />os presentes...<br /></span><a href="http://coisasdogui.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">*Gui*</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">--- </span><a href="http://anossauniao.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">*Mãe e filho *</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><a href="http://jevoislavieenvert.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">*Je Vois la Vie en Vert *</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br />Como sempre o oferto a todos que deixam<br />seu carinho expresso...<br /><br />Meu bem haja num doce beijo<br /><br />*©õllyß®y </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6756077276936878623?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-32409458460344707262007-08-19T23:06:00.000+01:002007-09-10T23:01:08.355+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/olharIndiscreto.blogs.sapo.pt/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100537427616768882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rsi_xECuo3I/AAAAAAAAASo/umqsQmPDlYU/s400/6133043-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Vida</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">É feita de momentos<br />Uns vividos, plenos<br />Outros<br />Só iniciados<br />Outros<br />Não passam de devaneios<br />Utópicos…<br /><br />Vida<br />Em esboço<br />Em ti, vem<br />Quando nasces<br />Que a alteras a cada passo<br />Nas ruelas da Cidade<br />Abafada…<br /><br />Em avenidas<br />Longas e largas. Onde<br />Te perdes!<br /><br />Vida<br />Em sonhos destroçados<br />De pungentes lágrimas<br />Brotadas, sobre o papel<br />Em palavras<br />Poéticas…<br /><br />Vida<br />Também num sorriso<br />De um doce momento...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3240945846034470726?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-51276220970008531142007-08-12T20:19:00.001+01:002008-11-23T20:06:32.378Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rr-Eb4ey4XI/AAAAAAAAASY/qug8bGQe3HI/s1600-h/14785_coll.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097938917759574386" style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="281" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rr-Eb4ey4XI/AAAAAAAAASY/qug8bGQe3HI/s400/14785_coll.jpg" width="412" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rr-CWIey4WI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6lR1DkaxW7I/s1600-h/sem+orvalho.jpg"></a><p align="center"><br />De que serve o sorriso<br />Franco e doce dos<br />Meus lábios…<br />A lágrima vertida<br />Na ternura do olhar…<br /><br />O tempo passa<br />O círculo se fecha<br />Nele encera os momentos<br />Não doados!<br /><br />O sentimento que<br />Guardas em ti …<br />No silêncio, que invade<br />Em conflito, longe<br />Naufraga…<br /><br />Desola-me a distância<br />Que fica entre mim<br />E ti, nessa magoa sem fim…<br /><br />A flor esperada<br />Mesmo sem gota de<br />Orvalho<br /><br />Não ofertada…<br /><br />𺰘¨¨˜°ºð 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-5127622097000853114?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-31341403521331253502007-08-02T19:26:00.000+01:002007-09-15T02:56:08.252+01:00<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RrIkioey4QI/AAAAAAAAARg/eGKPFFBdP9o/s1600-h/Anjo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094174305910186242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RrIkioey4QI/AAAAAAAAARg/eGKPFFBdP9o/s400/Anjo.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Meu poema<br />Que minha Alma atenta<br />Rascunho do que sinto<br />Num momento…<br /><br />Meu poema<br />Lavrado do rascunho<br />Na memoria<br />Que pressente…<br /><br />Meu poema<br />Em retalhos da janela<br />Da mente…<br /><br />Meu poema<br />Excertos<br />Hás vezes desconexos<br />Do tempo…<br /><br />Meu poema<br />Hás vezes com dor<br />Hás vezes com doçura de Alma<br />Presente… <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">De um momento de Ti<br /><br /></span>𺰘¨¨˜°ºð 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3134140352133125350?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com61tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-62246142891932579552007-07-27T03:52:00.000+01:002007-09-15T03:07:39.587+01:00<div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RqlnOoey4KI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eEQ_bP1O9G0/s1600-h/1173854204_gal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091714354801467554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RqlnOoey4KI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eEQ_bP1O9G0/s400/1173854204_gal.jpg" width="432" border="0" /></a> <p align="center"><br /><br />Teu corpo esguio de adolescente<br />De formas arredondadas<br />Com dose de narcisismo<br />Em que a passividade se esfumou…<br /><br />Deixa o meu dormente<br />Das horas passadas<br />Não de mutismo<br />Mas do amor que não terminou…<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000we739"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="22" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000we739" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6224614289193257955?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-32437038738301320102007-07-22T18:17:00.000+01:002007-09-15T02:56:53.093+01:00<p align="center"><img style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: black; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: black" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/0010za36/s500x500" vspace="2" border="0" /><br />Há amor…<br />Vem dançar<br />E consumir,<br />Nesse desenfreado bailado de corpos...<br /><br />Esse amor louco<br />De nossas Almas<br /><br />Que nossas entranhas incendeia<br />O desejo aumenta a cada segundo<br />Que dói, consumindo o ar,<br />Já rarefeito que respiro.<br />Há amor,<br />Vem...<br />Pousa,<br />Em meu peito!<br /><br /><br />¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3243703873830132010?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-16747827561408821542007-07-17T22:53:00.000+01:002007-09-15T02:57:29.556+01:00<a href="http://olharindiscreto.blogs.sapo.pt/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088360632296995378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rp19CSkk-jI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FHG80XXI01Y/s400/amizade_o_fruto.jpg" width="383" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="center">Amizade…<br />Esse fruto agridoce<br />Com múltiplos sabores<br />E cores...<br /><br />E tantos odores...<br />Amizade é amor num gesto<br />Também em palavras!<br />Do sentir que delas imana…<br />Doar nessa partilha<br />De puro amor<br />Que nos invade …<br /><br />Preenche nosso ego<br />É certo…<br />Por um tempo<br />Que germina na carne<br />Que a sente…<br /><br />Mas se ela floresce<br />Há sim…<br />Se perpetua no tempo<br />E espaço…<br />Na Alma gravada fica<br />São os ecos afins…<br />É<br />Amor na sua essência<br />Se reencontra ...<br />Nesta...<br />Em outras<br />Vividas por ai… </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />𺰘¨¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜°<br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088288030169823746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rp07ASkk-gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/F1NeCzmxKZY/s400/Excelencia.jpg" width="150" border="0" /> <div align="center"><a href="http://coisasdogui.blogspot.com/">*Gui*</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">O meu bem haja , um terno e doce beijo</span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">A todos que são a causa deste espaço<br />O oferto…Com carinho e meu doce beijo</span><br /><br />𺰘¨¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜°ðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜°ºð ? 𺰘¨¨˜° </p></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1674782756140882154?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-10348021862473225262007-07-11T22:05:00.001+01:002007-09-15T03:01:09.905+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RpVJYfigpvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wngbt--yZbQ/s1600-h/4582432-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086052039316776690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RpVJYfigpvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wngbt--yZbQ/s400/4582432-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br />Por entre a multidão procurava<br />O sorriso maroto nesse olhar rasgado<br />Da cor do mar… </div><div align="center"><br />Dos lábios bem desenhado humedecidos<br />Pela língua rósea atrevida<br />Que me endoidecia<br />Cabelos sedosos negros onde resplandecia,<br />Esse rosto pálido, atrevido que<br />Arrepios me provocava… </div><div align="center"><br />Tempos ...andei por ai<br />Sem rumo sem sorte…<br />Toda impregnada de Ti<br />Por momentos fervilhava sem domínio!<br />Por entre a multidão<br />Te procurava...</div><div align="center"><br />Não entendia o meu sentir.<br />E…Tu a meu lado esvoaçavas,<br />Como brisa perfumada<br />Sofrias, não Te sentia… </div><div align="center"><br />Embalavas meu sono, esperavas,<br />Assim nosso amor se consumar…<br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div> <span style="font-size:78%;"> (6/06)<br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RpVJxvigpwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S0g6nIDqing/s1600-h/delborb-1.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086052473108473602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RpVJxvigpwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S0g6nIDqing/s400/delborb-1.gif" border="0" /><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1034802186247322526?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-65681520868443848672007-07-06T20:06:00.001+01:002007-09-15T03:03:41.298+01:00<a href="http://olharindiscreto.blogs.sapo.pt/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084531242936870530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Ro_iOfigpoI/AAAAAAAAANg/c7alOCgrwxg/s200/5179754-lg.jpg" width="177" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Se os gestos e as palavras que almejei,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">A maioria que não usei…<br />Talvez não mais usarei…<br /><br />De algumas que proferi…<br />Eco não se fez sentir! </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">O dia se fez silêncio!<br />A noite o gesto ausente!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Se nada do que levo a efeito vale,<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Que eu não me mova!<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084531685318502034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Ro_ioPigppI/AAAAAAAAANo/mTKukKQQ9Nc/s200/392971935.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><p align="center">Que a minha voz então!<br />se cale!...</p><p align="center"> <span style="font-size:78%;"> (6/06)</span></p><p align="center">𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð</p></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6568152086844384867?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-51960064107394408102007-06-30T23:17:00.000+01:002007-09-15T03:09:04.428+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RobkZfigpjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lD1VQvuUJhM/s1600-h/0011sxec.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082000356148291122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="129" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RobkZfigpjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lD1VQvuUJhM/s200/0011sxec.jpg" width="186" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RobkMPigpiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uew7G2PkoeQ/s1600-h/0011sxec.jpg"></a><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mais um carinho do querido amigo...<br /><br /></span><a href="http://coisasdogui.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">*Gui*</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">O meu bem haja...</span><img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p97/collybry/collybryobeijo.gif" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:85%;">E... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">de novo a todos Vós que tambem ele o deixam expresso.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RobdtvigpcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hZULyskUd_8/s1600-h/olhar+a+amizade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081993007459247554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RobdtvigpcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hZULyskUd_8/s400/olhar+a+amizade.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Nós…<br />Seres…<br />Que formamos elos<br />Elos de amor, seja de que vertente for…<br />A nossa história é formada por pessoas…<br /><br />Pessoas que formam histórias<br />Muitas delas ficam apenas um pouquinho connosco...<br />Outras uma eternidade de tempo físico...<br />Outras na eternidade de tempo imortal.<br /><br />Elos…<br />Se entrelaçam pelo destino<br />Em nosso caminho<br /><br />Elos, de Seres e sentidos<br />Elos virtuais???..<br />…tão reais!..<br />...Elos…<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RobfcPigpdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bLUkmkUnjIA/s1600-h/lina+de+um+olhar.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081994905834792402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 12px" height="12" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RobfcPigpdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bLUkmkUnjIA/s400/lina+de+um+olhar.gif" width="572" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-5196006410739440810?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-73286548527603524392007-06-21T22:20:00.000+01:002007-07-27T23:59:22.158+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RnxeBzmDMGI/AAAAAAAAALE/xO9VE1857mM/s1600-h/s340x255.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079037864889757794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RnxeBzmDMGI/AAAAAAAAALE/xO9VE1857mM/s400/s340x255.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">É<br />Bom lembrar, sim o é ... </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="center"><br />Olhando para trás, as feridas<br />Nas minhas asas saras-te<br />Diariamente as cuidas-te com esse </div><div align="center">Amor que só<br />Tu... </div><div align="center"><br />Meu Doce Eterno Anjo sabes dar...<br />As reconstruis-te pena a pena, </div><div align="center">Na oficina do Teu grandioso amor<br />pelas Tuas mãos de Artezão sagrado...<br />Em mim as colocas-Te, </div><div align="center">Estremeço de emoção ao recordar<br />E... </div><div align="center"><br />Assim esvoaço livre, com alvas asas a Ti... </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rnxe9zmDMHI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZuV6XFMrjyY/s1600-h/gdhtrhtr.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079038895681908850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rnxe9zmDMHI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZuV6XFMrjyY/s400/gdhtrhtr.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Aleatoriamente publicarei os meus poemas do meu blog<br />Vitral,quem os tenha lido,me desculpe de voltar a reler...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7328654852760352439?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-49915392593132541602007-06-17T18:13:00.000+01:002007-11-11T04:41:24.766Z<div align="center"><br /><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/0011h84w"><img style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="103" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/0011h84w" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Abre o coração sem receio<br />Á seta do “Cupido” </span><br /></div><div align="center"><br />Mas acautela-te…<br />Da seta do “Arqueiro”<br /><br />A primeira…encanta<br />A segunda… mata<br /><br />𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RnVuFTmDL9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EHUri8CYswk/s1600-h/award_cupido.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077085192368369618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RnVuFTmDL9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EHUri8CYswk/s400/award_cupido.jpg" width="180" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Presente de amizade de:<br /></span><a href="http://amartaeeu.blogspot.com/" target="'_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">*Marta*</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://conversocomigoanexo.blogspot.com/" target="'_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">*Paula*</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />A minha gratidão...E<br />A minha oferta para todos que me deixam<br />Sempre carinhosas palavras…<br /><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4991539259313254160?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-50438338256667101082007-06-08T22:23:00.000+01:002007-06-21T22:23:43.170+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073808016357404530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RmnJgjmDL3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2ZLMaJ4kppg/s400/0019.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><br />Jamais queiras amar uma Mulher<br />Ou entender o seu sentir<br />À distância…<br />Através de um simples controlo remoto.<br /><b><br /></p></b><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RmnKlTmDL5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/BTsOZOTMbUw/s1600-h/conch.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073809197473410962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 45px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="53" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RmnKlTmDL5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/BTsOZOTMbUw/s400/conch.gif" width="290" border="0" /></a><b><br /></b><b></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-5043833825666710108?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-46953706398932762352007-06-01T19:56:00.000+01:002007-06-02T22:28:46.303+01:00<a align="center"><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RmHgfwJcMeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pZslNRoudKY/s1600-h/5751586-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071581491500954082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RmHgfwJcMeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pZslNRoudKY/s400/5751586-md.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a><br /><br /><a align="center">A música desnuda de preconceitos<br />Transmite-se no vácuo<br />Tocando sexos e raças<br />Apenas pela ponta dos dedos…<br /><br /><a align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RmHgwAJcMfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oaHDnHIuDqg/s1600-h/s.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071581770673828338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RmHgwAJcMfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oaHDnHIuDqg/s400/s.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4695370639893276235?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-86679891776099432712007-05-25T22:11:00.001+01:002007-12-14T16:02:25.952Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RlifMgJcMWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kYgQ1FfGPFY/s1600-h/1130362505_gal_jazda_figurowa_na_kruchym_l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068976417742270818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="413" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RlifMgJcMWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kYgQ1FfGPFY/s400/1130362505_gal_jazda_figurowa_na_kruchym_l.jpg" width="294" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RldHKAJcMMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JCMZApBCnsg/s1600-h/1134044848_gal_po__wki.jpg"></a><br />Se a noite vem e o som agride…<br />Refugia-te no silêncio.<br />Mas…<br />Se a noite vem e o som adoça…<br />Grita no prazer do sentir. </div></div><br /></b><br /><strong></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rk33wQJcMEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o5IIXQmIvgo/s1600-h/BAR794MI.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065977564202020930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rk33wQJcMEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o5IIXQmIvgo/s400/BAR794MI.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-8667989177609943271?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-751831281273446162007-05-18T19:54:00.000+01:002007-09-15T03:17:19.644+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rk37aAJcMFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jSfl-fvCgRo/s1600-h/5842692-md_1.GIF"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065981579996442706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rk37aAJcMFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jSfl-fvCgRo/s400/5842692-md_1.GIF" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rk325QJcMDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Afw1037a1rc/s1600-h/5842692-md_1.gif"></a>Fui cõllybry com asas, ferida<br />“E, fui de Alguém…”<br />Quase amordaçada, quase pisada<br />Tratada?! Sim eu…<br />Cuidadosamente, o fui,<br />Com artesões Sagrados<br />Na oficina do amor …<br />Convalesci por ai, sem tempo<br />No mesmo lugar…<br />Vi a Luz, senti a graça dos três arcos.<br /><br />Não, não sou de ninguém<br />Fui começo de Estrela no amanhecer. ...<br />Hoje sou uma Estrela no Cosmos a crescer<br /><br />Não, não sou de ninguém,<br />Sou do Mundo por aí além,<br /><br />Não, não sou de ninguém,<br />Sou Alma em forma de gente,<br />Sou brisa que te envolve, e me buscas…<br /><br />Não, não sou de ninguém,<br />Sou o sussurro ao vento…<br />Sou a mente que se estende por o Além.<br /><br />Não, não sou de ninguém,<br />Sou neste momento Tua e de todo a gente<br />Sou a busca incessante…<br />Sou energia que em mim queima, mas<br />Acalma docemente a Tua Alma,<br /><br />Não, não sou de ninguém.<br />Absorve de mim o que puderes,<br />Com força gentil, com doçura e leveza<br />Porque não, não sou de ninguém<br /><br />Sou Tua e de Toda a Gente…<br />Do Mundo Sou<br />Mas não,<br />Não sou de ninguém...<br /><br /></div></b><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:78%;"> (6/06)<br /></span></div><strong></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rk33wQJcMEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o5IIXQmIvgo/s1600-h/BAR794MI.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065977564202020930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rk33wQJcMEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o5IIXQmIvgo/s400/BAR794MI.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-75183128127344616?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-17313920768859611152007-05-12T18:08:00.001+01:002007-05-18T20:31:23.891+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rkc_izIzpjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cn2tabyB03Q/s1600-h/s500x500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064086173076661810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rkc_izIzpjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cn2tabyB03Q/s400/s500x500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';">Perigosa é a mentira que,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';">Dizemos a nós mesmos...</span></strong></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';">Somos donos do nosso silêncio,</span></strong></div></div></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:100%;">E…</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';">Escravos,</span></strong></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"><a href="http://vitral.blogs.sapo.pt/"></a></span></strong><strong> <span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';">das nossas palavras…</span></strong></span></strong><br /><br /></span></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://vitral.blogs.sapo.pt/"><img style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: black; WIDTH: 470px; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: black; HEIGHT: 54px; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: black" height="128" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000cep76" width="470" border="0" /></a></span></span></strong></div></span></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-1731392076885961115?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-40347838829495701922007-05-05T22:06:00.002+01:002009-05-02T12:55:43.493+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rjzx6DIzphI/AAAAAAAAAE0/g_-sRYwLbTg/s1600-h/3494528-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061186060834547218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rjzx6DIzphI/AAAAAAAAAE0/g_-sRYwLbTg/s400/3494528-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Mãe…<br />Que de Alma o és,<br />De corpo, um dia …<br />Em tempo já longínquo,<br />O foste…</div><div align="center"><br />És a doçura em palavras,<br />És as palavras em gestos,<br />És os gestos em carinhosos<br />Afagos de alertas…</div><div align="center"><br />És um pedaço de mim,<br />És a minha saudade…<br />És o amor sem fim,<br />És a MÃE, minha…</div><div align="center"><br />Teu cândido rosto beijo,<br />Com meu amor sem fim…<br /><br />…Até que nos encontremos,<br />Que Deus Te guarde na palma<br />De Sua mão…</div><br /><br /><center><br /><img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 23px" height="88" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000z4r10" width="500" border="0" /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4034783882949570192?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-65376476739480730802007-04-24T21:26:00.000+01:002007-04-28T22:12:56.799+01:00<p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Ri5oUQQ1GnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lJ_CQq1U7W0/s1600-h/Enciclica01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057094128755874418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Ri5oUQQ1GnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lJ_CQq1U7W0/s400/Enciclica01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Quando criança, </p><p align="center">davam-me moedas para as entregar a algum pedinte que no momento passava.<br />Na altura não me questionava.<br />Com o passar dos anos, comecei a reparar que eram sempre as moedas mais pequenas que eram dadas depois de muito se rebuscar o porta-moedas.<br />O pedinte agradecia com vénias de subserviência e quem as dava sentia-se, mais leve com a sua consciência.<br />Mas isto era caridade?<br />Dar o que se tem a mais a quem tem de menos, quando muito é repartir, mas se der o que nos faz falta, então sim já tem uma conexão de caridade.<br />O pedinte de profissão que já conhece de sobra os lugares estratégicos, não falta á chamada, enquanto o verdadeiro necessitado acanha-se e esconde-se atrás da vergonha que arrasta consigo.<br />Hoje para mim por exemplo praticar caridade é proteger o ambiente que sem custo algum beneficiará não um mas milhões de seres…<br />É deixar a altivez fora do alcance de todos e não ferir susceptibilidades…<br />É respeitar os mais idosos que atravessam o Inverno da vida e que já pagaram o seu quinhão…<br />É amar as crianças para que crescem num Mundo de amor e não de ódio…<br />È ter sempre presente em todos os actos...</p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“ Não fazer aos outros o que não quero que me façam a mim”. </span></span><br /><br /><left><br /><img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/collybry/pic/000ybg09" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-6537647673948073080?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-42495911059483950382007-04-21T17:05:00.000+01:002007-04-22T23:01:48.485+01:00<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rio2uAQ1GlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yanz8Plq5oY/s1600-h/thinking+blogger+award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055913695649274450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rio2uAQ1GlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yanz8Plq5oY/s400/thinking%252Bblogger%252Baward.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Surpreendida fiquei…<br />Pela nomeação do Thinking Blogger Award.<br />Da<span style="color:#33ff33;">:</span><a href="http://palavrassuspiradas.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ff33;">* Suspiros * </span></a>o meu bem haja...<br /><br />E com muito agrado passo...<br />Os quais deverão copiar o selo e colocar na barra<br />Lateral, por sua vez nomear 5 blogs<br />da Vossa escolha,<br /><a><br />E os nomeados são:<br /><br /><a href="http://blogdaspalavras.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Maria Valadeas</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"><br /></span><a href="http://blueshell.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Blueshell</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"><br /></span><a href="http://silvia74.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Silvia</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"><br /></span><a href="http://vidadevidro.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ff33;">vidadevidro </span></a><br /><a href="http://as-poliedro.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ff33;">A.s</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"><br /></span><br /><br>E...Porque gosto do nº 7<br /><br><br /><a href="http://papoilasonhadora.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ff33;">PapoilaSonhadora</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://estaminhacasa.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Sonhadora</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"><br /></span><br />Para Vós,<br /><center><a href="http://olharindiscreto.blogs.sapo.pt/"><img height="130" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p97/collybry/collybryobeijo.gif" border="0" /><br /></a><br /><br /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4249591105948395038?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-42226760000721300552007-04-09T00:06:00.001+01:002009-07-27T17:06:30.889+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rhl24n5_1iI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6Aic0igiNXc/s1600-h/562071.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051199172229715490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rhl24n5_1iI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6Aic0igiNXc/s400/562071.jpg" width="295" height="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;">A Aquarela da vida deverá ser</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"><br />sempre pincelada de cores fortes, </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"><br />Pois só assim sentiremos o contrate dos sentimentos…</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4222676000072130055?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-37968555254062656802007-03-30T17:35:00.001+01:002008-03-21T19:16:21.917Z<div align="left"> </div><a href="http://olharindiscreto.blogs.sapo.pt/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047758044220649586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rg09MnHkcHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8r_sPpvJOmw/s400/Alma.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Papyrus;">O que se festeja?...<br />Mini-férias?<br />A tradição?<br />A visita Pascal?<br />Ou o banquete requintado preparado com extremos cuidados?<br />Mistura de sentimentos,<br />Num dia chora-se a partida<br />Noutro festeja-se o regresso…<br />Festejemos sim a sexta-feira Santa, </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Papyrus;">Pela libertação do Espírito. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">𺰘¨¨˜°ºð*º°˜¨¨˜°ºð º°˜¨¨˜°ºð</span><br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-3796855525406265680?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-46213754110942249832007-03-23T18:41:00.000Z2007-09-19T18:31:55.023+01:00<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RgQfkqiDymI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TLBumn88zpA/s1600-h/master03_background.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045192197314693730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RgQfkqiDymI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TLBumn88zpA/s400/master03_background.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">O desconhecimento do porquê das causas<br /><br />Leva os incautos a chamarem coincidências...<br /></span><br /></span><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-4621375411094224983?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-73376596770610863272007-03-16T18:41:00.000Z2007-08-17T12:53:12.286+01:00<p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042607764172385906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RfrxC20fLnI/AAAAAAAAADw/BvVzABSTPGM/s400/bola%2520de%2520cristal.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">Longe vão os tempos em que comprar ilusões era divertido, saudável e sem prejuízo para ninguém. Que se saiba, ninguém se queixou por ver um coelho a sair de uma cartola, ou de um pássaro a desaparecer da gaiola. Hoje... somos inundados com publicidade barata nas caixas do correio, nos pára-brisas dos carros, anunciando alguém com nomes ridículos, autênticos mágicos que do nada conseguem tudo a troco de bom dinheiro. Tudo resolvem..., problemas de dinheiro, saúde, trabalho, conflitos maritais, etc... etc... Se fosse assim tão fácil, sem trabalho e sem esforço... </p><p align="center">Em geral, o ser humano se interessa por tudo quanto diga respeito ao bem-estar imediato da existência física, e enquanto lhe sobra tempo para comprar aflições e inquietações não encontra oportunidade para escassos momentos de meditação elevada.Que pedes á vida? Os ambiciosos reclamam milhões... </p><p align="center">Os egoístas todas as satisfações somente para si... Os vaidosos reclamam louvores... Os ociosos pedem prosperidade sem esforço e os impacientes aguardam realizações sem bases... Isto é verdadeira loucura, mas enquanto assim procederem estes falsos "vendedores de ilusões" vão prosperando no pântano do inconcebível. E se vos disser que talvez esta noite DEUS vos pedirá contas da vossa conduta!...<br /></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RfruO20fLmI/AAAAAAAAADo/AYmDHPdBcws/s1600-h/!cristal_ball_hand_book2[1].jpg"></a></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7337659677061086327?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32137811.post-73409070450437100932007-03-10T21:12:00.000Z2007-08-17T12:39:25.769+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RsWIr0Cuo2I/AAAAAAAAASg/JEIMQQ7vWO4/s1600-h/1136937656_gal_4-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099632439352796002" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RsWIr0Cuo2I/AAAAAAAAASg/JEIMQQ7vWO4/s400/1136937656_gal_4-1.jpg" width="348" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Olhar perdido no horizonte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">escuto ainda os sons</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">do teu desejo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Os aromas espalhados no ar... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nos lábios o sabor </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">da tua boca.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32137811-7340907045043710093?l=haflordapele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cöllybryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741248669443884637noreply@blogger.com7