tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86461511378724329932024-03-12T22:41:32.430-07:00ChileNádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-75053552905001204942015-04-12T19:14:00.003-07:002015-04-12T19:14:36.634-07:00Farfalle<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Le farfalle<br />Ballano,<br />velocemente<br />un ballo<br />rosso nero<br />arancione verde<br />azzurro bianco <br />granata giallo<br />violetto<br />nell'aria <br />nei fiori <br />nel nulla <br />sempre volanti <br />consecutive <br />e remote.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-44495212694694658472015-02-14T06:39:00.001-08:002015-02-14T06:39:30.158-08:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Em teu abraço eu abraço o que existe<br />
a areia, o tempo, a árvore da chuva<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Ainda que chova, ainda que doa.Ainda que a distância
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<span style="font-size: large;">No dia 18 de setembro é comemorado o dia da Independência do Chile. O movimento liderado por Bernardo O’Higgins libertou o país da dominação espanhola que existia do século XVI.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“No se amaba a sí mismo y tal vez por eso pensaba que no merecía el amor de los demás.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span rel="bookmark" style="color: #5c5542;">Quero apenas cinco coisas.. <br />Primeiro é o amor sem fim <br />A segunda é ver o outono <br />A terceira é o grave inverno <br />Em quarto lugar o verão <br />A quinta coisa são teus olhos <br />Não quero dormir sem teus olhos. <br />Não quero ser… sem que me olhes. <br />Abro mão da primavera para que continues me olhando.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Se sou amado,<br /> quanto mais amado<br /> mais correspondo ao amor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Vivo cada dia como se fosse cada dia. Nem o último, nem o primeiro simplesmente o único"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>Era o momento alegre<br />do assalto e do beijo.<br />Era a hora do assombro<br />Que ardia como um facho.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda</span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-25971835343862052602013-06-25T13:47:00.000-07:002013-06-25T13:47:06.492-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“É fascinante observar os objetos do homem que começamos a amar, eles revelam seus hábitos e seus segredos.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Isabel Allende</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-841071610857501912013-06-25T13:46:00.000-07:002013-06-25T13:46:01.388-07:00<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“O coração é o que nos motiva e determina nosso destino.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Isabel Allende</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-57112836693929436682013-06-25T13:45:00.000-07:002013-06-25T13:45:14.013-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“A sexualidade é um componente da boa saúde, inspira a criação e é parte do caminho da alma.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Isabel Allende</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-65526916361452521092013-06-25T13:44:00.001-07:002013-06-25T13:44:29.971-07:00O Ramo roubado<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span> Pela noite entraremos para roubar<br /><br /> Um ramo florido.<br /><br />Ainda não se foi o inverno,<br /><br /> E a macieira aparece<br /><br /> Convertida, de súbito,<br /><br /> Em cascata de estrelas perfumadas.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /> Pela noite entraremos<br /><br /> Até chegar ao firmamento trêmulo,<br /><br /> E tuas mãos pequenas como as minhas<br /><br /> Roubarão as estrelas.<br /><br /> E sigilosamente<br /><br /> À nossa casa,<br /><br /> Pela noite e na sombra,<br /><br /> Entrará com teus passos<br /><br /> O silencioso passo do perfume<br /><br /> E com pés entrelaçados<br /><br /> O corpo claro desta primavera. <br /><br />Pablo Neruda</span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-1647524093490165682013-03-10T09:10:00.001-07:002013-03-10T09:10:20.186-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Se todos os rios são doces, de onde o mar tira o sal?<br />Como sabem as estações do ano que devem trocar de camisa?<br />Por que são tão lentas no inverno e tão agitadas depois?<br />E como as raízes sabem que devem alçar-se até a luz e saudar o ar com tantas flores e cores?<br />É sempre a mesma primavera que repete seu papel?<br />E o outono?... ele chega legalmente ou é uma estação clandestina?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Pablo Neruda</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-56037170366818636092013-03-05T08:59:00.003-08:002013-03-05T08:59:53.551-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">" Saudade é solid<span style="color: #5c5542;"><span style="font-size: large;">ã</span></span>o acompanhada,<br />É quando o amor ainda não<br />foi embora, mas o amado já...<br />Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,<br />É recusar um presente que nos machuca, é nao ver o futuro que nos convida...<br />Saudade é sentir que existe o que nao existe mais...<br />Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,<br />É a dor dos que ficaram para trás,<br />É o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...<br />Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:<br />aquela que nunca amou.<br />E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:<br />não ter por quem sentir saudades,<br />passar pela vida e nao viver.<br />O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pablo Neruda</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-63721222576367838452013-03-05T08:58:00.001-08:002013-03-05T08:58:47.614-08:00A dança<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span rel="bookmark">Não te amo como se fosse rosa de sal, topázio <br />ou flecha de cravos que propagam o fogo: <br />te amo secretamente, entre a sombra e a alma.<br />.<br />Te amo como a planta que não floresce e leva <br />dentro de si, oculta, a luz daquelas flores, <br />e graças a teu amor vive escuro em meu corpo <br />o apertado aroma que ascender da terra.<br />.<br />Te amo sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde, <br />te amo diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho: <br />assim te amo porque não sei amar de outra maneira, <br />. <br />Se não assim deste modo em que não sou nem és <br />tão perto que a tua mão sobre meu peito é minha <br />tão perto que se fecham teus olhos com meu sonho.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Não te quero senão porque te quero,<br />e de querer-te a não te querer chego,<br />e de esperar-te quando não te espero,<br />passa o meu coração do frio ao fogo.<br />Quero-te só porque a ti te quero,<br />Odeio-te sem fim e odiando te rogo,<br />e a medida do meu amor viajante,<br />é não te ver e amar-te,<br />como um cego.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">Tal vez consumirá a luz de Janeiro,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">seu raio cruel meu coração inteiro,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">roubando-me a chave do sossego,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">nesta história só eu me morro,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">e morrerei de amor porque te quero,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">porque te quero amor,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a sangue e fogo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Já não se encantarão os meus olhos nos teus olhos, <br /> já não se adoçará junto a ti a minha dor.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Fui teu, foste minha. O que mais? Juntos fizemos </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Fui teu, foste minha. Tu serás daquele que te ame, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> daquele que corte na tua chácara o que semeei eu.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Vou-me embora. Estou triste: mas sempre estou triste. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Venho dos teus braços. Não sei para onde vou.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"> …Do teu coração me diz adeus uma criança. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> E eu lhe digo adeus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“As mulheres gostam que lhe digam palavras de amor. O ponto G está nos ouvidos. Inútil procurá-lo em outro lugar.”<br /><br />Isabel Allende</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646151137872432993.post-58449906166869615762012-12-26T18:48:00.001-08:002012-12-26T18:48:33.114-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Dois amantes felizes não têm fim nem morte,nascem e morrem tanta vez enquanto vivem,são eternos como é a natureza."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pablo Neruda</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0