tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-113661562011-04-21T22:07:29.806-07:00pjfmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07199002750275349297noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11366156.post-1121365362113393642005-07-14T10:56:00.001-07:002005-07-14T11:22:42.116-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Há coisa mais </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">linda...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do que ver a chuva</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">cair?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do que ouvir o vento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">zumbir?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do que sentir o sol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">escaldar?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Não há.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois aquilo que</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">pensamos ser belo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">não passa de algo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">viajante.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Apenas é um olhar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que no momento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">chama.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Como a magia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas passa com o tempo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Emboa por vezes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">deixando marcas profundas;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">na sua passagem </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de viajante.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11366156-112136536211339364?l=pjfmartins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pjfmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07199002750275349297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11366156.post-1121364770742627812005-07-14T10:56:00.000-07:002005-07-14T11:12:50.750-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3078/919/1600/04062005.jpg"></a><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3078/919/200/Eu%20bed.jpg" width="257" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Há coisa mais </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">linda...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do que ver a chuva </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">cair?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do que ouvir o vento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">zumbir?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do que sentir o sol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">escaldar?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Não há.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois aquilo que </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">pensamos ser belo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">não passa </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de algo viajante.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Apenas é um olhar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que no momento chama.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">como a magia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ma também passa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">com o tempo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">deixando por vezes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">marcas profundas;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">na sua pasagem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de viajante.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11366156-112136477074262781?l=pjfmartins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pjfmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07199002750275349297noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11366156.post-1111070438563147212005-03-17T06:29:00.000-08:002005-03-17T06:40:38.570-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Vagueio sozinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">no mundo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">No meio da escuridão</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">e perante tanta miséria</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">onde se encontra a razão?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Na rua vejo pedintes.... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Na esquina prostituição...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Nas ruínas toxicodependentes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">na minha vida imensidão...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">E que faço eu aqui?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Que fazei todos vós?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Se o mundo está destruído?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Tudo perante vós!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">De mãos atadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">prossigo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Pois nada posso fazer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">mas esta desgraça de vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">já me começa a doer!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">São </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">lamentos sem fim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">vidas destruídas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">crianças esquecidas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">E eu?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Que faço eu aqui?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11366156-111107043856314721?l=pjfmartins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pjfmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07199002750275349297noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11366156.post-1110919200522967422005-03-15T12:19:00.000-08:002005-03-15T12:40:00.533-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Não sei o que se passa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">no mundo á minha volta.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ódio e crueldade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">falta de sensibilidade.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">São cruéis e indiferentes...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">parece que não têm coração</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Matam, esfolam, maltratam, torturam</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">os mais frágeis, que não têm </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">como se defender.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">E tudo isso para saber viver;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">viver na riqueza e na boa vida.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">É só isso que querem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">por isso ferem.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ferem multidões</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">inofensas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">desprotegidas...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Pessoas essas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> que não sabem como fugir ao perigo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Não têm familia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">amigos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">comida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">abrigo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">apoios....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Chamam-lhes de vagabundos!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">...mendigos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">...infelizes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">...insignificantes!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Mas são pessoas como nós,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">apenas com menos sorte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">ou por azar...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Temos que acabar com a crueldade!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ajudar os mais necessitados...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Para com isso conseguir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">um Mundo com paz...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">amor...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">respeito...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">humildade...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Está na hora de sermos seres humanos mais civilizados e humildes...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11366156-111091920052296742?l=pjfmartins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pjfmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07199002750275349297noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11366156.post-1110504864056400542005-03-10T17:24:00.000-08:002005-07-14T11:16:54.566-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Todos os dias crescemos...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>E apredemos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>com os nossos erros.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>As memórias ficam.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>A dor e a mágoa permanecem</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>no interior de quem</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>erra...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>ama...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Aprendemos com o tempo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>com medo de não tornar a errar.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>aprender sempre...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Permanecendo o passado</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>com os erros cometidos.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11366156-111050486405640054?l=pjfmartins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pjfmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07199002750275349297noreply@blogger.com2