tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209763049644793512010-01-13T12:54:30.947-08:00Registrando razões e emoçõesayabluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821967222162365812celiaito@gmail.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220976304964479351.post-66758511304636386322009-03-25T17:30:00.000-07:002009-03-25T17:31:16.290-07:00<iframe name="CIASOFT" frameborder="0" height="60" width="234" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="NO" src="http://www.ciadosoftware.com.br/banner.asp?ass="67812&amp;r="90&amp;d="6&amp;p="1&amp;m="239&amp;m="891&amp;m="1&amp;m="1253&amp;m="2314&amp;m="3359&amp;m="3360&amp;m="1381&amp;m="2081&amp;t="1"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220976304964479351-6675851130463638632?l=pensamentos-ayablue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayabluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821967222162365812celiaito@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220976304964479351.post-36385934739849050982009-03-17T13:47:00.000-07:002009-03-17T13:56:56.719-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccK-tlB3jI/ScAOavfo4DI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HgKPlBd4kQU/s1600-h/Montanhas+azuis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314263412885741618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccK-tlB3jI/ScAOavfo4DI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HgKPlBd4kQU/s400/Montanhas+azuis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">METAMORFOSE<br /><br /><br />Trazia comigo no peito<br />Uma dor lancinante<br />De sentimentos conflitantes<br />De quem eu julgava ser...<br /><br />Trazia comigo na alma,<br />Gritos dilacerantes,<br />A lembrar-me em instantes<br />A perda do que julgava ter...<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Trago comigo no peito,<br />Suave melodia de anjos,<br />De perdões e reencontros,<br />Da dualidade de ser.<br /><br />Trago comigo na alma,<br />Suaves murmúrios do vento,<br />De quem criou o tempo,<br />preenchendo meu peito de amor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Maricélia Ito.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220976304964479351-3638593473984905098?l=pensamentos-ayablue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayabluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821967222162365812celiaito@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220976304964479351.post-4592890787554848162009-03-02T00:28:00.000-08:002009-03-02T00:28:23.480-08:00<a href="http://cid-3b89a9036e3cf9d9.skydrive.live.com/self.aspx/New%20look/coolHUNTER%20025.jpg">coolHUNTER 025.jpg - Windows Live</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220976304964479351-459289078755484816?l=pensamentos-ayablue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayabluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821967222162365812celiaito@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220976304964479351.post-34979359707989238162009-02-26T08:41:00.000-08:002009-02-26T08:52:44.220-08:00Minha Cidade<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Abro as janelas<br />Solto as cortinas<br />Abraço o azul do céu<br />Apalpo nuvens de prata<br />Amo a cidade de pedra<br />Bela em seus horizontes.<br /><br />Abro o peito<br />Solto as amarras<br />Apalpo o azul do céu<br />Abraço nuvens de prata<br />Amo a cidade bela<br />De pedra em seus horizontes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Maricelia Ito</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220976304964479351-3497935970798923816?l=pensamentos-ayablue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayabluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821967222162365812celiaito@gmail.com0