tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44496461906939659842023-11-16T23:00:20.359-08:00Belas borboletasNádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger539125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449646190693965984.post-11401853702697312102016-01-10T13:50:00.001-08:002016-01-10T13:50:23.312-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"E vi as borboletas. E meditei sobre as borboletas. Vi que elas
dominam o mais leve sem precisar de ter motor nenhum no corpo. (Essa
engenharia de Deus!) E vi que elas podem pousar nas flores e nas pedras
sem magoar as próprias asas. E vi que o homem não tem soberania nem pra
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Edna Frigato</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449646190693965984.post-32588972117502607892015-08-04T09:27:00.000-07:002015-08-04T09:27:00.624-07:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ah se as borboletas falassem!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Novos jardins... Outras flores, novos perfumes, ao sabor do vento... Quase uma borboleta azul..."</span></div>
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Monica Ermirio</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449646190693965984.post-89478348368066492272015-08-04T09:24:00.001-07:002015-08-04T09:24:50.346-07:00Em Um Jardim de Flores Azuis<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Em um jardim de flores azuis<br />
Passeavam caracóis amarelos<br />
Borboletas voavam o céu anil<br />
Coloridas com pintinhas de caramelo</span></div>
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As rosas alegres cantavam a vida<br />
Joaninhas brancas e pretas<br />
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O inverno ocupava a noite e o verão o dia<br />
A neve hibernava e a manhã trazia o sol<br />
As flores bocejavam e um pequeno esquilo sorria</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">E no jardim de flores azuis<br />
A tristeza era feita de alcaçuz<br />
Enfim, nessa terra houvera paz<br />
Em um jardim de flores azuis.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Estou indo buscar a primavera<br />
Voltarei com lindas flores<br />
Borboletas e quimeras...<br />
Quem vem comigo?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">No jardim da nossa casa...<br />
Ouve-se o riso das flores<br />
As borboletas saltitam e dançam<br />
Amanhece a chover, uma chuva miudinha...<br />
O solo inundado será o ventre<br />
Das camélias e dos lírios<br />
O orvalho serão as gotas de esperanças.!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Somos sonhos!<br />
Que deitam em<br />
pétalas macias de flores!<br />
Somos voos…<br />
como aves do céu!<br />
Somos desejos…<br />
Que aquecem<br />
nossas almas distantes.<br />
Nos fazendo sentir<br />
a ternura do amor.<br />
Somos seres…<br />
Que criaram asas,<br />
borboleta e beija-flor!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Beija-me,<br />
como a borboleta<br />
que suavemente,<br />
beija a flor<br />
e levarei comigo,<br />
a certeza de que os jardins<br />
foram criados e perfumados<br />
para alegrar o coração.<br />
Mostra-me,<br />
os caminhos coloridos<br />
onde moram os poetas<br />
que buscam a inspiração.<br />
Leva-me,<br />
até o concerto de violinos<br />
onde viajam,<br />
o sonho e a emoção.</span></div>
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Erotildes Vittoria</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449646190693965984.post-4153311683376526262015-08-04T09:14:00.000-07:002015-08-04T09:14:02.735-07:00Borboleta...<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Suave como a pluma,<br />
pousa a borboleta<br />
sobre a flor<br />
que parece flutuar<br />
sob um céu sereno<br />
em dias de magia<br />
onde tudo pode ser.<br />
A vida, fica serena<br />
e a luz, cobre os jardins<br />
que exalam perfume<br />
de essência especial<br />
e se misturam,<br />
ao toque da brisa suave<br />
que chega e envolve,<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Colhemos tantas frutas, flores,<br />
corremos atrás das borboletas,<br />
acompanhamos o voo dos pássaros<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Agora, sem pressa,<br />
meu voo é leve<br />
como uma borboleta<br />
pousando sobre a flor<br />
que balança suavemente,<br />
quando tocada pela brisa.<br />
Sigo, na direção dos anos<br />
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Erotildes Vittoria</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449646190693965984.post-82063219056577718352015-08-04T09:06:00.000-07:002015-08-04T09:06:30.648-07:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">No meu altar de adoração<br />
Te tenho perfumado<br />
Com flores de amor<br />
Borboletando em meus sonhos</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Estou vendo as borboletas<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As borboletas<br />
povoam o jardim<br />
e pouco a pouco,<br />
flores novas se abrem<br />
como um abraço<br />
que espera um sorriso.<br />
Mudam as cores,<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Como borboletas em revoada<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">São saudades de um mundo contente feito céu estrelado.
Feito flor abraçada por borboleta. Feito café da tarde com bolinho de
chuva. Onde a gente se sente tranquilo como se descansasse num cafuné.
Onde, em vez de nos orgulharmos por carregar tanto peso, a gente se
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<span style="font-size: large;">Depois da chuva observo a borboleta,<br />
Que sobre as folhas e flores ainda molhadas<br />
Pousa com sua beleza...<br />
E então me lembro de você,<br />
Que nos meus pensamentos e sonhos permanece<br />
Linda e sorridente sem saber.<br />
A borboleta tão bela, simples e inocente,<br />
você, tão inesquecível, amável e verdadeira.<br />
A borboleta tão irreverente,<br />
E você da minha alma companheira.<br />
Ah! Como admiro essa borboleta,<br />
Que me faz lembrar<br />
O quanto é bom te amar!</span></div>
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uma flor... e uma borboleta.<br />
Mas Deus lhe deu um cacto... e uma lagarta.<br />
O homem ficou triste pois não entendeu<br />
o porque do seu pedido vir errado.<br />
Daí pensou : Também, com tanta gente para atender... E resolveu não questionar.<br />
Passado algum tempo, o homem foi verificar o pedido que deixara esquecido.<br />
Para sua surpresa, do espinhoso e feio cacto havia nascido a mais bela das flores.<br />
E a horrível lagarta transformara-se<br />
em uma belíssima borboleta.<br />
Deus sempre age certo.<br />
O Seu caminho é o melhor, mesmo que aos nossos olhos pareça estar dando tudo errado.<br />
Se você pediu a Deus uma coisa<br />
e recebeu outra, confie.<br />
Tenha a certeza de que Ele sempre dá o que<br />
você precisa, no momento certo.<br />
Nem sempre o que você deseja...<br />
é o que você precisa.<br />
Como Ele nunca erra na entrega de seus pedidos, siga em frente sem murmurar ou duvidar.<br />
O espinho de hoje... será a flor de amanhã !</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teus olhos, borboletas de ouro, ardentes<br />
Borboletas de sol, de asas magoadas,<br />
Pousam nos meus, suaves e cansadas<br />
Como em dois lírios roxos e dolentes… </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">E os lírios fecham… Meu amor não sentes?<br />
Minha boca tem rosas desmaiadas,<br />
E a minhas pobres mãos são maceradas<br />
Como vagas saudades de doentes… </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">O silêncio abre as mãos… entorna rosas…<br />
Andam no ar carícias vaporosas<br />
Como pálidas sedas, arrastando… </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">E a tua boca rubra ao pé da minha<br />
É na suavidade da tardinha.<br />
Um coração ardente palpitando…</span></div>
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Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449646190693965984.post-66911301772881222062015-07-08T18:40:00.001-07:002015-07-08T18:40:26.304-07:00A Borboleta e a Chuva<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Voa, voa borboleta.<br />
A chuva vem no caminho.<br />
Corre aqui pro meu cabelo<br />
que mamãe chama de ninho.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vem se esconder borboleta,<br />
eu conheço um bom lugar.<br />
Aqui nesse meu cachinho<br />
a chuva não vai te achar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pra onde vais, quando chove?<br />
Por que que nunca te vejo<br />
quando toda chuva cai,<br />
se saber é meu desejo?</span></div>
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e a nuvem cinza abre o véu<br />
e eu te peço borboleta,<br />
não fuja lá para o céu...</span></div>
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Rosa Clement</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449646190693965984.post-12729216671201668172015-04-21T07:18:00.001-07:002015-04-21T07:18:20.627-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Às vezes,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Eu me perco</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no reflexo dos teus olhos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no perfume da tua pele</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Deito a cabeça no teu peito</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tal qual uma borboleta</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">que silenciosa </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pousa delicadamente </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no amor-perfeito</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nana Pereira</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0