tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88078806118560001452024-03-05T07:03:34.371-08:00Recanto dos pássarosNádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger592125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807880611856000145.post-38765256799239353442015-09-17T17:14:00.000-07:002015-09-17T17:14:21.116-07:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">É o beija-flor<br />
que beija a flor</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Gostar<br />
é saber miúdo;<br />
coisa de gente criança.<br />
É leveza de ser,<br />
feito borboleta e passarinho<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Além do jardim<br />
moram os sonhos adormecidos<br />
Os pássaros engaiolados<br />
Os golfinhos enamorados que ainda não se encontraram<br />
A flor, o beija-flor<br />
A abelha, o mel<br />
Além do jardim moram os sonhos de cor doce<br />
Os azuis, os lilases, os prateados.<br />
A ventania do outono os levou junto às folhas secas<br />
Soprou como quem varre um jardim<br />
de acácias cor de rosa que ainda não desabrocharam<br />
Quantos sonhos estão lá! Ávidos por viver!<br />
Fazem acordes, tocam flautas<br />
enquanto esperam que os<br />
ventos perfumados da primavera passem por lá<br />
e os façam acontecer...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dorme a cidade<br />
Dorme os pássaros<br />
Dorme as flores do prado<br />
Dorme até os peixinhos lá no fundo do mar<br />
Só não dorme os "Céus"...<br />
Esse Céu cuidadoso a me olhar<br />
Esses “Olhos” tão vigilantes...<br />
Atentos a cada passo meu.<br />
Minh'alma protegida aquieta-se.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">De repente a gente para, e começa a enxergar felicidade<br />
em coisas miudinhas.<br />
Canto de pássaro, som de riacho, riso de criança ...<br />
Alguém que se lembrou da gente<br />
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Arnalda Rabelo</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807880611856000145.post-45962537819082384832015-02-15T16:13:00.000-08:002015-02-15T16:13:05.515-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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elas tem raízes pétalas espinhos são lisas<br />
ásperas leves ou densas,para acordá-las basta<br />
um sopro em sua alma e como pássaros vão<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amarelo é giro de sol<br />
vôo de canário e<br />
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a dimensão do mundo<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">E bem que viu o bem-te-vi,<br />
A sabiá sabia já.<br />
A lua só olhou pro sol;<br />
A chuva abençoou</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">O vento diz "ele é feliz"<br />
A águia quis saber<br />
Por quê, por que, pourquoi será<br />
O sapo entregou</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ele tomou um banho d'água fresca<br />
No lindo lago do amor<br />
Maravilhosamente clara água<br />
No lindo lago do amor</span></div>
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Ele canta indiferente a que haja ouvidos sensíveis à sua beleza.<br />
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Sumiu num piscar de olhos<br />
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Teruko Oda</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807880611856000145.post-79410521238584614372014-11-20T16:54:00.002-08:002014-11-20T16:54:38.703-08:00Leveza <div dir="ltr">
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do amargo passante,<br />
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Cecília Meireles</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807880611856000145.post-67269996673539036622014-11-20T15:20:00.000-08:002014-11-20T15:20:00.129-08:00Pássaro<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aquilo que ontem cantava<br />
já não canta.<br />
Morreu de uma flor na boca:<br />
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não foi nada.<br />
E o dia toca em silêncio<br />
a desventura causada.</span></div>
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ir-se a vida<br />
sobre uma rosa tão bela,<br />
por uma tênue ferida.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">É domingo.<br /> E aos domingos as árvores crescem na cidade,<br /> e os pássaros, julgando-se no campo, desfazem-se a cantar empoleirados nelas.<br /> Tudo volta ao princípio.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As crianças têm seu canto da manhã, como os pássaros.<br /><br />Victor Hugo</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807880611856000145.post-70593364715698141922014-08-06T18:49:00.001-07:002014-08-06T18:49:37.908-07:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A água se ensina pela sede;<br />
A terra, por oceanos navegados;<br />
O êxtase, pela aflição;<br />
A paz, pelos combates narrados;<br />
O amor, pela cinza da memória<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Emily Dickinson</span></div>
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