tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12355314326470086042011-07-28T20:39:40.914-07:00Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-49942533607649897872010-09-20T11:32:00.000-07:002010-09-20T11:35:48.757-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;">Quero dez inimigos<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><strong>Dez motivos para me julgar<br /><br />Dez fatos que me condenem<br /><br />Dez culpas se puder achar<br /><br />Desculpe se é incoerente<br /><br />perder o orgulho<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><strong>doar gratidão<br /><br />se em algum momento fui inocente<br /><br />de perdoar o mundo<br /><br />e ganhar solidão<br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-4994253360764989787?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-5126482275465126572009-05-12T11:16:00.000-07:002010-10-20T12:41:27.438-07:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">numa trilha , a esperança</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">numa corda, a expectativa</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">num peito, uma criança</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">num corpo, a alma viva</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">num caminho certo ,sigo viagem </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o triunfo e a conquista</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e da fé , tomo alta dosagem</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">seguindo a estrada a perder de vista</span></span><br /></span><span style="color:#333333;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-512648227546512657?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-56901493460351347912009-05-12T11:14:00.001-07:002011-01-10T09:29:28.262-08:00<span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vejo perto o brilho</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">forte irradia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mágico </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">enérgico</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">preciso tocar </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sou sinestésico</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tive a sensação que ouvia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">um anjo Rafael</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">me chamando de tia</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-5690149346035134791?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-70529188551314279392009-02-27T09:34:00.000-08:002009-02-27T12:06:32.897-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">entre lenços </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">e lençóis</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">entre copos<br />corpos e quartos<br />penso sozinho<br />a janela aberta<br />a hora certa<br />duas taças de vinho<br />estamos sós<br />entre um elo<br />e entre nós<br />entre sons<br />e a palavra que cala<br />entre a porta<br />e a sala<br />entre</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-7052918855131427939?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-61927163152756526772009-02-06T10:13:00.000-08:002009-02-06T10:15:45.125-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SYx-Qi5nltI/AAAAAAAAADg/1n_b3KRAIzU/s1600-h/1588930.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299749684219713234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SYx-Qi5nltI/AAAAAAAAADg/1n_b3KRAIzU/s320/1588930.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Um aceita<br />O outro contesta<br />Um ama<br />O outro detesta<br />Um se irrita<br />O outro ri<br /><br />Pólo sul<br />Pólo norte<br />Um diz destino<br />O outro sorte<br /><br />Coisa igual eu nunca vi<br />E refletem a intersecção<br />Entre o espelho e a perfeição<br />É complemento e franquia<br />Outro ri quando um canta<br />Um se encanta<br />O outro guia</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-6192716315275652677?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-34262597500270586852009-01-13T10:16:00.001-08:002009-01-14T04:47:52.661-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SW3e4HD-IHI/AAAAAAAAACk/fQrPhmWpsg4/s1600-h/Imagem+456.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291130192779944050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SW3e4HD-IHI/AAAAAAAAACk/fQrPhmWpsg4/s200/Imagem+456.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Vem doce , forte, desinibido</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">T</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">orna-se singularizado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Um sentimento desmedido</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Me hipnotiza num olhar esverdeado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Segurou minhas mãos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Me levou ao firmamento</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Me tirou do chão</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">E se tornou mais que um momento</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Peito adentro guardo o encanto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">A pureza que jamais eu via</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Tudo o que eu almejei tanto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Agora me enobrece, envolve e arrepia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Um jeito único e preciso</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">no seu calor no seu sorriso </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-3426259750027058685?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-43412202782369535292009-01-13T10:01:00.000-08:002009-01-13T10:03:51.839-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Na melodia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">da conquista</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">te acho, te beijo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">te perco de vista</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">e de perder </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">os sentidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">no auge </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">da euforia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">a triste certeza</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">que já é luz do dia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">permanece assim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">desnuda e crua</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">na minha carne</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">ou na sua</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-4341220278236953529?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-20701733320465179922009-01-13T09:00:00.000-08:002009-01-14T08:21:44.166-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SW4Q3ihQekI/AAAAAAAAADI/W1id2n_vzaU/s1600-h/zoomer9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291185158552058434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SW4Q3ihQekI/AAAAAAAAADI/W1id2n_vzaU/s200/zoomer9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">I can feel it is getting stronger<br />I don’t think you ‘ll resist it any longer<br />Touch me<br />What you see is what you get<br />I want someone to freak me out<br />Love makes me feel I can care about<br />I just wanna know if your taste is sweeter<br />Just touch you deeper<br />I can belong to you<br />Make the things come true<br />I wanna see what destiny will bring to me<br />I might need you to hold me tonight<br />to say it's alright<br />So you can catch me while</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-2070173332046517992?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-64458761824345130312009-01-13T08:40:00.000-08:002009-01-14T04:28:32.974-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SW3aYd0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zz4PueayDtE/s1600-h/99.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291125251085750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SW3aYd0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zz4PueayDtE/s200/99.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Caminhava....<br />em passos largos<br />Na doce lembrança de um vago olhar<br />O sorriso que contagiava a feira,a rua<br />Mas se ofuscava em seu próprio lar<br /><br />Caminhava...<br />em passos ligeiros<br />Cural com canela<br />Eu já sentia o cheiro<br />Com amor ela preparava pra mim<br />Ela não chorava , só sorria<br />Nem sei pra que tanta alegria<br />Será que era tão feliz assim?<br /><br />Queria saber onde ela escondia o rancor<br />Toda magoa e toda dor<br />Pouco importa<br />ela caminhava....<br /><br />A tudo e todos elogiava<br />Com ela tudo tinha mais cor<br />Uma parte da minha família<br />minha mãe ela chamava de filha<br />E foi assim até me viu crescer<br /><br />E caminhava...<br />em passos lentos<br />Por tão pouco tempo a via<br />E mais chorava do que sorria<br />Não se ouvia risos, mas lamentos<br /><br />Agora eu vejo a dor que guardava<br />Uma senhora com coração de menina<br />Para o céu ela caminhava...<br />Eterna Dona Cristina</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-6445876182434513031?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-85272872837766797152009-01-13T08:26:00.000-08:002009-01-13T08:33:39.615-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Despeço-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Com esta certeza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">No coração e na mente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">De toda indelicadeza,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">do olhar descontente,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">das más energias</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">maus fluídos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">fatos e fotos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">destruídos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">despeço- me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">deste mal olhado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">sentimentos frios</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">vazios e destemperados</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">despeço-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">de discórdias e vícios</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">maus investimentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">desperdícios</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">despeço-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">pois lembrei-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">do quanto já fui capaz</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">que as conquistas que tive</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">foi quando andei </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">sem olhar pra trás.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Simplesmente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">despeço-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">nada mais.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-8527287283776679715?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-19995976216308641602009-01-13T08:21:00.000-08:002009-01-13T08:22:43.699-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Pego impulso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Falta me coragem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">mas vejo o céue sua imensidão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Pára-quedas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">em queda livre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">na minha vida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">eu caio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mas com pés no</span> chão</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-1999597621630864160?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-53345430570320252742009-01-13T08:18:00.000-08:002009-01-14T04:39:44.106-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SW3c-kI3UyI/AAAAAAAAACc/7fXKsE3npM8/s1600-h/zoomer..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291128104641057570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SW3c-kI3UyI/AAAAAAAAACc/7fXKsE3npM8/s200/zoomer..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"><br />Não peço</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Pra me fazer feliz</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Tente de novo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Mais um sorriso</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Um aviso</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Um tombo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">E outra cicatriz</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Então ande solitário</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Encontre um relicário</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">E o risco desnecessário</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">do que tanto quis</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">e sente a febre constante</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">quase delirante</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">pelo amor que suponho</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">rostos lindos, felizes e risonhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">mais alguns entre vários</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">anunciadores de sonhos </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-5334543057032025274?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-44664678687754292162009-01-13T07:46:00.000-08:002009-01-13T07:52:03.919-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Acentuando</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">O amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Sem desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Sem sono</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Sem beijo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">E vivendo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Sem regência</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Concordância</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">E paciência</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Toda uma análise</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Sintática</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Da vidaMuda</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">calada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Estática</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Sublinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Os gestos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Conjugo </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Os restos<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-4466467868775429216?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-22430289696996034402009-01-13T07:43:00.000-08:002009-01-13T07:45:37.733-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">explicita ou hermética</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Nem romântica, nem poética</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">entre a ansiedade e a calma</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">esquenta como sauna</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">abafa</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">in-fecunda</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">nem limpa nem imunda</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">nem tudo lhe satisfaz</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">o que antes muito valia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">agora une e dissocia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">de maneira sutil ou sagaz</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">incoerente </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">um fusível contra sobrecorrente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">inconfundível</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">ácida e doce</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">intolerante</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">cada momento um instante</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">tudo o que lhe cabe</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">até que tudo acabe</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-2243028969699603440?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-73489593765451239752009-01-13T07:38:00.000-08:002009-01-13T07:41:19.468-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Esperamos aqui ó Pátria amada.<br />O governo com você ser mais gentil<br />Desvio de dinheiro público, terra adorada<br />Emprego e saúde seu povo nunca viu<br />Querem por ordem no congresso<br />Seus deveres não conseguem cumprir<br />Pena que caráter ganancioso e nefasto<br />Não resolvem com CPI<br />Sem direito ao berço esplêndido<br />Se definham em macas de hospital<br />No planalto vira um incêndio<br />Se falar em política social<br />Quero a bandeira verde e amarela<br />Deixar o patriotismo ser mais forte<br />Mas é guerra, tiroteio na favela<br />Arriscaram o peito a própria morte<br />cansamos do Supremo surreal<br />que com a injustiça consentiu<br />quero mais amor no país do carnaval<br />Salvem minha Pátria amada BRASIL!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-7348959376545123975?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-9468551495876987162009-01-13T07:23:00.000-08:002009-01-13T10:12:08.757-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Atrás do silêncio,escondia a essência</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Foi composta por sépalas, pétalas e cores</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">alguém já a usou para pedir clemência</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">luto, perdão, paixão,amores</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">por um momento cansou de ser enfeite</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">mais um presente para quem comemora</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">não se confunda, não sou um copo-de-leite</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">que por um instante sua casa decora</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">sua espécie é anemófila,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">seu aroma te faz maL</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">o vento é seu agente poliniza dor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">para insetos ,não tem valor nutricional</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">os espinhos te ferem com delicadeza<br />se isso acontecer não chore</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">vejo nos seus olhos um pouco de tristeza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">cores</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">sabores</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">amores</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">FIORI</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-946855149587698716?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235531432647008604.post-48979442133798814362009-01-13T07:12:00.000-08:002009-01-13T07:19:59.033-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SWywkc1XxCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ms6GYV4Uk7M/s1600-h/ATgAAAASImQebvq8yzBM2fVwO0qe1ajk-hGRev2sFXFRAM9dDgd_gh02Sh5r8lQElobjGOn7pbL7nB5jeOYu-BrJIJyKAJtU9VCBE16nnR6XpvyaZDWjXF5jkuOvrg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290797802515317794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW4dtjCaXbg/SWywkc1XxCI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ms6GYV4Uk7M/s200/ATgAAAASImQebvq8yzBM2fVwO0qe1ajk-hGRev2sFXFRAM9dDgd_gh02Sh5r8lQElobjGOn7pbL7nB5jeOYu-BrJIJyKAJtU9VCBE16nnR6XpvyaZDWjXF5jkuOvrg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Todo medo, toda dor ,valeu a pena.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Ela não esperava , mas aconteceu.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Tanto brilho numa criatura tão pequena</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Enfim alguém para chamar de seu</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">A jornada era longa,o país distante, a luta sem fim.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Ela esperava , ela sorria</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Mas não sabia que aquele anjo seria</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Tão puro, tão belo assim</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Ela foi firme, ela foi forte</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Não teve ajuda de amigos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">De vizinho</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Ou até mesmo da sorte</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Ela teve fé</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">E olhou para céu</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Abra os olhos Serendipities</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Nasceu seu AnjoRafael</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235531432647008604-4897944213379881436?l=fortiori-vita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fortiorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150451686173281240noreply@blogger.com1