tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315142450132455732011-04-21T18:19:27.323-07:00Poesias e cronicas...WALTER FRIEDERICKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719088496281143167noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931514245013245573.post-5693311014352891372009-01-15T13:02:00.000-08:002009-01-15T13:20:49.777-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvg51NZW2sM/SW-lrcr828I/AAAAAAAAASs/8Cy4urPNpS0/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291630253037116354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvg51NZW2sM/SW-lrcr828I/AAAAAAAAASs/8Cy4urPNpS0/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Tira-me o pão,se queres,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Tira-me o ar,porém,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Não me tires teu riso...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Não me tires a rosa</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">a lança que debulhas,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">a àgua que de chofre</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">estala em tua alegria,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">a onda repentina</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">de prata que nasce...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">A luta é duro e volto</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Com os olhos cansados</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">de tanto já ter visto</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">a terra que não muda,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">mas ao entrar teu riso</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">sobe ao céu procurando-me</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">e abre para mim todas</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">as portas que há na vida...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> Meu amor ,nessa hora</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> mais escura,debulha</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> teu riso,e se de subito</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> vês que meu sangue mancha</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> as pedras lá da rua,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> ri,então,pois teu riso</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> será para estas mãos</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> como uma espada nova...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Junto ao mar no outono</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">teu riso deve alçar</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">sua rede de espuma</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">e em primavera,amor,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">quero teu riso como</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">a flor que eu esperava,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">a flor azul,a rosa...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> Ri,amor,ri da noite</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> ri do dia e da lua,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> ri ainda das ruas</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> tortuosas da ilha,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> deste desajeitado</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> rapaz que assim te quer,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">quando,porém,eu abro</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">meus olhos,quando os fecho,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">quando meus passos vão...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">quando voltam meus passos...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> nega-me o pão,o ar,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> a luz,a primavera,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> porém,teu riso nunca,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> porque eu morreria...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Pablo Neruda</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Este poema dedico a esta mulher maravilhosa,que veio trazer um novo sentido a minha vida...</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931514245013245573-569331101435289137?l=senhordasilusoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WALTER FRIEDERICKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719088496281143167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931514245013245573.post-73716620101051603442009-01-15T04:46:00.000-08:002009-01-15T05:00:08.210-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvg51NZW2sM/SW8zQ1V0aPI/AAAAAAAAASU/mG2dvXzO9vw/s1600-h/Picture+009.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291504451473139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvg51NZW2sM/SW8zQ1V0aPI/AAAAAAAAASU/mG2dvXzO9vw/s200/Picture+009.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvg51NZW2sM/SW8y_vBGkoI/AAAAAAAAASM/_KrhJgDH_eo/s1600-h/Picture+009.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291504157717860994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvg51NZW2sM/SW8y_vBGkoI/AAAAAAAAASM/_KrhJgDH_eo/s320/Picture+009.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvg51NZW2sM/SW8wN2XBKWI/AAAAAAAAASE/XK-7MBP42WQ/s1600-h/Picture+009.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291501101672114530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvg51NZW2sM/SW8wN2XBKWI/AAAAAAAAASE/XK-7MBP42WQ/s400/Picture+009.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Às vezes me questiono...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">como é possível?</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">por que?</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Mas chego a conclusão...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">que o melhor do amor,</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">é não tentar entender...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">apenas sentir e viver...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Magia...</span></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">assim defino o amor</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">que em sua magnitude...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">transcede o espaço fisico...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">e penetra a alma...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">do ser amado...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Amor...</span></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Magnifico dom...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">que carece constante cuidado...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Humilde sentimento...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">que apenas pede:</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">sinta-me,viva-me...ame...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931514245013245573-7371662010105160344?l=senhordasilusoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WALTER FRIEDERICKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719088496281143167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931514245013245573.post-90293126809100908802009-01-13T16:47:00.000-08:002009-01-13T16:56:40.801-08:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">De silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">já tive o tem po necessario</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">em minha vida...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">É chegada a hora de falar...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">mas as palavras...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">essas perden-se no tempo...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">e contra a vontade,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">a boca cala...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Mas o coração...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">este invoca pela liberdade...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">quer expor-se ao mundo,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">mas é inutil tentar...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">E esse grito...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">sufocado,preso,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">dentro do peito...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">se angústia,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">e fere-se</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">por não poder ser</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">escutado...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Palavras...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">de nada servem,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">se não puderem ser ouvidas...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Sentimentos...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">são inuteis...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">se não compartilhados...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">E a vida vai</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">perdendo-se no tempo...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">se não for bem vivida...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">O silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">faz-se novamente...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">e nada mais...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Walccer,o conde</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931514245013245573-9029312680910090880?l=senhordasilusoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WALTER FRIEDERICKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719088496281143167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931514245013245573.post-47697452554623247962009-01-13T14:25:00.000-08:002009-01-13T14:30:59.994-08:00<em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Os dias de paz e felicidade,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">esvaem-se...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">através das solitárias e frias</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">noites tempestuosas...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">E cada gota de chuva</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">tem o significado,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">de uma lagrima que cai...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">por um sonho impossível,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">por um coração inatingivel...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">E um ser já em total declinio...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">ergue seus braços...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">na mórbida escuridão da noite...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">e suplica por um pouco de paz...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">para aquilo que se tornou,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">sua misera existencia...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">onde só restam lagrimas ...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">e um coração em pedaços...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Conde Walccer</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931514245013245573-4769745255462324796?l=senhordasilusoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WALTER FRIEDERICKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719088496281143167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931514245013245573.post-36526585650528257732009-01-13T14:16:00.000-08:002009-01-13T14:25:30.129-08:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Ao sentir minha ausencia,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">olha pro céu...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">e perceba que mesmo a lua,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">apesar de encoberta pelas nuvens...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">não deixa de existir...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Assim serei em tua vida...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">quando as nuvens da angustia</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">e da tristeza encobrirem...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">teu sorriso e tua alma...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">olha novamente para o céu...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">e procurá-me entre as nuvens,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">que lá estarei esperando,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">pelo chamado do teu olhar...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">E se ainda assim não conseguir</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">abrandar a tristeza no teu coração...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">olha para a lua novamente...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">e deixe que seus raios toquem sua face...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">e através deles eu estarei lhe acariciando...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Se sentires minha falta...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">procura-me...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">na imensidão do céu;</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">e sinta-me nos raios do luar...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">E não permita que eu seja,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">apenas um lindo sonho,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">para o seu coração...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Conde Walccer</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931514245013245573-3652658565052825773?l=senhordasilusoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WALTER FRIEDERICKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719088496281143167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931514245013245573.post-7363971288475573102009-01-13T14:08:00.000-08:002009-01-13T14:16:24.371-08:00<strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Nesta fria e cinzenta manhã</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">meus pensamentos novamente</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">elevan-se a ti...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">minha princesa...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">E nas infindáveis horas de ausencia...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">apenas a solidão...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Ao meu redor...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">apenas os campo e</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">as flores...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">que já perderam seu perfume</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">e a essencia da vida...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">E eu que um dia </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">fui o senhor das ilusões...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">das minhas ilusões...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Vejo-me agora como as flores</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">que agora me cercam</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">nesta lúgubre e cinzenta manhã...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Observo os passaros ao meu redor,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">que lançam-me olhares de condenação...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">E eu senhor das ilusões,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">vejo-me curvado diante de ti,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">minha princesa...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">apenas pela força do amor...</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931514245013245573-736397128847557310?l=senhordasilusoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WALTER FRIEDERICKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719088496281143167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931514245013245573.post-90937296894398960862008-10-08T11:46:00.000-07:002008-10-08T13:18:45.706-07:00<strong> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Poesia de rua,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> coisa de todos,sem dono;</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> eu te aprisiono um segundo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> só um segundo em meu verso...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Poesia de rua,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> volta de novo à rua;</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> de todos sê e de ninguém;</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> riqueza de todos...verso...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/931514245013245573-9093729689439896086?l=senhordasilusoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WALTER FRIEDERICKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719088496281143167noreply@blogger.com0