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<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Liberdade</span></b></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Liberdade</span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Palavra tão valiosa, </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">tão plena, </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">tão
recheada, </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">tão nossa!</span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Palavra bordada por duros caminhos </span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Cerzida a árduas conquistas</span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Debruada a papoilas ao vento.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Palavra enfeitada por novos sonhos, </span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">renovadas esperanças e reforçado
alento.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Liberdade</span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Palavra tão rica, </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">tão vibrante e
preciosa; </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">latejando no peito.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Que saibamos amá-la, </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">cuidá-la </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">e dela
sempre fazer brotar </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">a rima mais que perfeita: o respeito. </span></span></p>
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O tempo avança inexorável<br />
Galgando as fronteiras do impossível.<br />
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no calor do teu abraço<br />
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Faz de conta que o mundo é Mundo<br /> E não a bola de mentira que gira<br /> E se agiganta como Adamastor em alto mar.<br />
Faz de conta que sou<br /> Faz de conta que és<br /> Faz de conta que somos.<br /> Nesta feira das vaidades<br /> Neste circo de falsidade <br /> Onde o que conta é parecer, fingir ter e mostrar<br /> Onde pouco importa o ser, o sentir, o dar.<br />
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Dar vida aos dias que correm vorazes e ferozes.<br /> Dar cor às horas plúmbeas que nos carregam o peito de dor e angústia. <br /> Sentir cada momento como único, como dádiva. <span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> E quando tudo parecer ruir, erguer os braços e acreditar:<br /> " Fomos feitos para lutar, vencer e ser felizes".</span><br />
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enquanto por dentro me rasgo.<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Quantas vezes as lágrimas sulcam a minha pele<br /> e lhe dão o toque salgado do mar,<br /> sem que tu as vejas, <br /> sem que tu as sintas.<br /> Ah, se soubesses<br /> a luta que travo em mim<br /> e que não quero que transpareça no meu olhar.<br /> A dor que me oprime o peito e parece sufocar. <br /> Ah, se soubesses<br /> sentavas-te a meu lado<br /> e num abraço mudo<br /> comigo choravas. </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /></span>Sandra Subtilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02204685799651371851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256683742893607771.post-8359743113437648102016-11-12T18:16:00.000+00:002016-11-12T18:16:50.927+00:00Perdão a ti, Mulher!Perdão a ti, mulher.<br />
Nunca consegui ver o desespero que morava nos teus olhos.<br />
Nunca fui capaz de ver o cansaço que crescia no teu corpo cada vez que
chegavas tarde a casa e ainda assim sorrias para as crianças, as
acarinhavas e ouvias com todo o amor que só uma mãe é capaz de
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Tantas as horas de trabalho e ainda tantas por arder na labuta do lar:
lavavas, cozinhavas, limpavas, recolhias a roupa que dormia e gelava à
lua e eu não soube ver a angústia que te assolava e consumia. Nem para
ti olhava nesse vaivém de carregar compras para que nada nos faltasse.<br /> Perdão a ti, mulher solitária que na azáfama da vida adormecias o cansaço e embalavas a tristeza de te saberes só.<br /> Os meus braços nunca se abriram para te receber.<br /> A minha boca nunca aquecia os teus lábios sequiosos de carinho. <br /> Os meus olhos nunca te agradeceram o sacrifício que fazias pelos que também são meus.<br />
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Haverá um dia em que o mar será apenas mar<br />
E a espuma apenas espuma, beijando a areia da praia.<br />
Mas hoje, não!<br />
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Hoje o mar é a minha dor,<br />
é a minha revolta,<br />
o meu desencanto.<br />
O marulhar é meu desespero<br />
e a espuma minha esperança<br />
que morre ao tocar a terra.<br />
Haverá um dia<br />
em que tudo será apenas aquilo que é,<br />
mas hoje, não.<br />
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As lágrimas que sulcaram a tua pele e a lavraram com a aspereza do sal ganham hoje novo sentido.<br />
Essa mágoa, que te apertou o peito e espremeu as entranhas, alimentou a tua luta.<br />
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Houve um tempo em que me olhavas nos olhos, mergulhavas no verde água e navegavas pelo meu ser até ao mais fundo de mim.<br />
As tuas mãos desviava<span class="text_exposed_show">m
suavemente os caracóis negros que insistiam em cobrir-me o rosto e com
firmeza prendias as minhas faces e sussurravas nos meus lábios: " És
linda! "<br /> Houve um tempo em que percorrias com delicadeza os sinais
do meu corpo, esses que te conduziam pelo trilho (in) certo da paixão.
Em cada um depositavas o sal do teu beijo e esse condimento temperava o
nosso amor.<br /> Houve um tempo em que a fome e a sede não existiam no nosso mundo porque o que tínhamos nos alimentava, saciava e bastava.<br /> Colávamos pele com pele e era tanto o sentir, era tanto o querer que nem sabíamos onde terminava um e começava o outro.<br /> Hoje, olho para trás e não nos reconheço.<br /> Quando foi que nos perdemos?</span><br />
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Foram cravos, amor<br />
Foram rubros os cravos<br />
Que nos teus olhos nasceram<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> E nos teus braços se aninharam<br /> Que os teus medos venceram <br /> E a censura derrubaram.<br /> Naquela clara manhã<br /> O cinzento se dissipou<br /> E no corpo, <br /> Nos olhos,<br /> Nos lábios<br /> Nova cor emergiu.<br /> E o povo na rua cantou<br /> E o povo na rua sorriu.</span><br />
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Arranca-me do peito esta dor, <br /> este aperto, <br /> este desassossego. <br /> Deixa-me aninhar-me em teu colo<br /> Voltar aos dias em que nada sabia da vida<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Em que nada sabia do que é sofrer.<br /> Passa-me a mão pelo cabelo <br /> Canta-me uma canção de embalar.<br /> Manda o papão embora<br /> Para eu poder descansar.<br /> Diz baixinho:<br /> " Tudo vai dar certo".<br /> Diz.</span><br />
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Da janela vejo a lua<br />
Da janela vejo o mar.<br />
Da janela vejo o mundo<br />
Vejo a vida a passar.<br />
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Na janela tenho rosas<br />
Tenho cravos e jasmins.<br />
Tenho o perfume das flores<br />
Tenho as cores dos jardins.<br />
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Na janela pousam aves<br />
Borboletas multicores.<br />
Segredos, mentiras, verdades<br />
Na janela espero amores.<br />
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Que seria de uma casa <br />
Que janelas não tivesse?<br />
Que seria de uma vida <br />
Que amor não sentisse?<br />
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Por isso abro os braços à vida<br />
Abro as janelas de par em par.<br />
E o sol e o amor, de mansinho<br />
Meu coração vêm beijar.<br />
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E esse beijo dado assim<br />
De inefável maneira<br />
Faz nascer em mim<br />
A emoção mais verdadeira.<br />
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Amor, amor, amor.<br />
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Na pele a luz<br />
Na pele o toque<br />
Na pele o desejo<br />
Na pele o arrepio<br />
Na pele o prazer<br />
Na pele o calor.<br />
Em mim desaguas como rio<br />
E na pele a paixão<br />
Na pele o amor<br />
Na pele a emoção<br />
Na pele húmida, nua<br />
Na minha pele, na pele tua.<br />
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<br />Sandra Subtilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02204685799651371851noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256683742893607771.post-84710556595517831342015-11-28T20:19:00.000+00:002015-11-28T20:19:01.024+00:00Se não podes ser meu...<br />
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Que se calem as guitarras<br />
Que não trinem os rouxinóis<br />
Que o sol adormeça<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Em negros lençóis.<br /> Que murchem os lírios<br /> Se apaguem as estrelas do céu<br /> Que tudo chore, tudo morra<br /> Se não podes ser meu.</span><br />
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Mais do que palavras cruéis, amargas ou nuas
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Magoa-me o grito do teu silêncio. </div>
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O som dos
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Este vazio de ti enche-me a
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Perdemo-nos no mesmo espaço. </div>
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Criámos um labirinto mudo
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Às vezes a minha angústia
jorra pelos olhos e desenha-se em todo o meu corpo, pincelando-o de
tensão e automatismo. Mas tu, preso no silêncio que até a visão te
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Como uma folha que se solta com o vento<br />
Assim danço eu pelos caminhos da vida.<br />
Rodopio na névoa das manhãs,<br />
na brisa dos dias,<br />
na aragem das noites.<br />
Inquieta;<br />
periclitante,<br />
receando a forma como vou aterrar.<br />
Que seja leve!Sandra Subtilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02204685799651371851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256683742893607771.post-23275917542947398012015-09-26T20:16:00.000+01:002015-09-26T20:16:53.320+01:00Vida Sentida...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Triste fado que no salão ecoa.<br />
<br />Pungente, dolente,<br />
<br />onde o sentimento povoa.<br />
<br />Canta as tristezas da vida<br />
<br />As paixões perdidas<br />
<br />As saudades que matam.<br />
<br />Dá voz às mágoas vividas<br />
<br />Aos sonhos desfeitos<br />
<br />Aos amores que passam.<br />
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<br />E na garganta fenece<br />
<br />a dor no peito nascida.<br />
<br />E o salão chora<br />
<br />a vida assim sentida.<br />
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Sandra Subtilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02204685799651371851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256683742893607771.post-43092847672943346112015-08-06T19:20:00.000+01:002015-08-06T19:20:44.293+01:00Lua...<br />
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Queria contar às estrelas o quanto sou feliz<br />
Mas tenho medo da lua.<br />
Dizem que é falsa….traiçoeira….<br />
Cortará ela em quartos a minha felicidade?Sandra Subtilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02204685799651371851noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256683742893607771.post-13298176363582626892015-05-22T22:17:00.001+01:002015-05-22T22:17:50.892+01:00Até que o Amor o queira...<br />
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Nos sulcos do tempo,<br />
nos gomos da vida te encontrei<br />
e não mais te quis perder.<br />
Agarrei tua alma,<br />
enlacei-a com cordas de emoção<br />
e não mais te deixei partir.<br />
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Até que o amor o queira.<br />
Até que a vida o permita.<br />
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