tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19285122354145780792011-07-28T19:19:33.841+01:00Prazeres, gostos e desabafos ao fim do dia.Laura Antuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936768821804238359noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928512235414578079.post-50682760652926503722009-11-08T21:54:00.004Z2009-11-08T22:12:35.399Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMkNb8dAkVI&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMkNb8dAkVI&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Despida de tudo, no centro de nada,<br />enlaçada em memórias constantes.<br />Espera no cimo do muro a armada,<br />onde a sábia luta é agora esperada.<br /><br />Despida de tudo, agora e para sempre,<br />deixa escapar gritos de alerta em desafio,<br />ambiciona novos destinos no presente.<br />Tecendo seu manto, sua armadura a um só fio.<br /><br />Despida de tudo, varrida sem medo,<br />por um mar agitado de emoções,<br />sua alma resgatada a um penedo,<br />mente e corpo em mil alucinações.<br /><br />Despida de tudo, cansada de sofrer.<br />Mãos agarradas ás rochas salgadas,<br />não de agua do mar mas de lágrimas,<br />resiste sábia guerreira, linda mulher !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1928512235414578079-5068276065292650372?l=desviacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Antuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936768821804238359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928512235414578079.post-12507950364960918042009-11-07T22:57:00.003Z2009-11-07T23:03:01.817Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRWKSR48XOg&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRWKSR48XOg&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Caminho sem saber bem para onde vou, <br />mesmo assim caminho <br />sabendo que não posso ficar onde estou<br />pés descalços, vestes de linho...<br /><br />abro os braços ao vento norte<br />sinto cada poro transbordar alegria<br />sabendo que tenho de ser forte <br />minhas fibras vibram energia<br /><br />abro as mãos para mais receber<br />nada é meu e assim dou<br />sei que a vida é dar sem querer<br />agradeço a quem me amou<br /><br />fixo o olhar no horizonte<br />longe do turbilhão da cidade<br />vejo-me a chegar ao meu monte<br />à minha frente a eternidade<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1928512235414578079-1250795036496091804?l=desviacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Antuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936768821804238359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928512235414578079.post-45002395675242683832009-11-05T22:35:00.005Z2009-11-06T00:39:59.508Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QYDrd1a0M0&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QYDrd1a0M0&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />In my hallucination<br />I saw my beloved's flower garden<br />In my vertigo, in my dizziness<br />In my drunken haze<br />Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel<br /><br />I saw myself as the source of existence<br />I was there in the beginning<br />And I was the spirit of love<br />Now I am sober<br />There is only the hangover<br />And the memory of love<br />And only the sorrow<br /><br />I yearn for happiness<br />I ask for help<br />I want mercy<br />And my love says:<br /><br />Look at me and hear me<br />Because I am here<br />Just for that<br /><br />I am your moon and your moonlight too<br />I am your flower garden and your water too<br />I have come all this way, eager for you<br />Without shoes or shawl<br /><br />I want you to laugh<br />To kill all your worries<br />To love you<br />To nourish you<br /><br />Oh sweet bitterness<br />I will soothe you and heal you<br />I will bring you roses<br />I, too, have been covered with thorns<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1928512235414578079-4500239567524268383?l=desviacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Antuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936768821804238359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928512235414578079.post-37953719988576282192009-11-03T22:56:00.008Z2009-11-06T08:23:01.868Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoEQREKFQG4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoEQREKFQG4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><p> </p><p align="justify">39 anos, 3 dias, 23 horas e 13 minutos, a contagem continua a um ritmo constante. Mais velha, mais calma, mais serena, mais constante e apaixonada pela vida. Cada dia uma mensagem, um sorriso e a esperança sempre presente num coração que ama para viver.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1928512235414578079-3795371998857628219?l=desviacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Antuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936768821804238359noreply@blogger.com0