tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54426684376189483292024-03-05T13:40:02.515-08:00Os 7 DegrausMaria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.comBlogger377125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-19809934900586582792019-10-10T05:14:00.000-07:002020-07-18T07:26:38.916-07:00Mergulho!<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Mergulhou na profundidade<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b>No cimo da água a folha ficou...Maria Luísa Adães</b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>do mar escolhido</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e respeitado</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Peixe minúsculo o espera</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e ele não sabe</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e quando o viu</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>De forma elegante</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Matou</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>não gostei e me afastei</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A beleza da água</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>a cor verde dessa água</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Ajudou...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>não gostei da realidade</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>mas a elegância me comprou</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E eu nesse instante</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>vendi minha sensibilidade</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E pergunto</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Quem sou?</b></span><br />
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Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-88162950501434100022019-09-08T08:29:00.000-07:002020-02-04T10:35:36.386-08:00AMAR<span style="color: #073763;">O<b> chão quase desenha uma figura <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b>E olho o mar e me esqueço do tempo a passar...<br />Maria Luísa Adães</b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>das ameias de um castelo encantado</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Apenas meu sentir e minha mente</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>podem predominar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e ouvir palavras</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>de pessoas conversando</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>sem estar falando</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>de pessoas escrevendo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e não vão ser lidas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Nem cantadas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Ou já é tarde para mim</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>que fui gente</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>ao pé de gente</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>que me ensinou</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>a ser Gente</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>E sou sombra</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Silêncio e Nada!...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Visualizações : 57</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-42053007484117475012019-08-27T08:50:00.000-07:002019-12-26T08:24:58.708-08:00Te escolhi <span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Te escolhi <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Há quem não acredite num mundo diferente<br />
Eu acredito!</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>como o vento e o poema</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e estrelas eriçadas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>das horas lentas e caladas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Tens de parar </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>nas pontes frágeis da poesia</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e não contes mais</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Diz Adeus</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e não me procures</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>hoje e sempre</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>E um dia ao caminhar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>sem esperar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>me vês ao longe</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e regressamos juntos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Para sempre!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Visualizações : 62</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-50722209376756641342019-08-15T06:24:00.002-07:002019-10-05T05:04:34.684-07:00Tudo é Diferente<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Tudo é diferente <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Há quem tenha Alma<br />Há quem não acredite na Alma</b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>mas igual ao mesmo tempo</b></span><b style="color: #20124d;"> </b><br />
<b style="color: #20124d;"><br /></b>
<b style="color: #20124d;">Há outros poetas</b><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>outras estrelas </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>outros mares</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>outras almas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>outros fantasmas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>outras misérias</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>outros pensamentos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>E há amantes</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Que não sabem amar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Ó minha noite que nasceste no mar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Onde vou ficar?...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Visualizações : 23</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-5244032032615207302019-07-26T07:33:00.000-07:002019-10-05T05:04:15.722-07:00Não há Esquecimento!<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Nada esqueci </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e por um instante vou ficar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e perguntar </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>por tudo quanto perdi</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E torno a partir </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>na esperança de te ouvir</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>num canto de amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>de brilhante esplendor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Tão longe de mim</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Meu amor</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Visualizações : 73</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-29154854978570045462019-06-06T08:46:00.001-07:002021-08-02T09:39:55.509-07:00FUTURO<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Talvez tenhamos ilusões sem futuro <div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizi8wQsK1wzIi2cKFnKt-EcxYGij24HP068rWHTIBh6jOjLcT26TFcpw25hgn-8bEYIBS0lx44FFd7yQKKkKgd3O5ftebOccpyaTmrlLcrT0V8t8B8I_v8-mqqNp-qqaglvDA-NbiRZG3t/s1600/12316063_994038970660018_7531234481569447323_n.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="498" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizi8wQsK1wzIi2cKFnKt-EcxYGij24HP068rWHTIBh6jOjLcT26TFcpw25hgn-8bEYIBS0lx44FFd7yQKKkKgd3O5ftebOccpyaTmrlLcrT0V8t8B8I_v8-mqqNp-qqaglvDA-NbiRZG3t/s320/12316063_994038970660018_7531234481569447323_n.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>talvez tu e eu não tenhamos futuro</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A Luz ou o escuro </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>não vou escolher</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>as palavras são minhas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>aprendidas, ouvidas aqui e ali</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e a beleza é eterna como te mostro aqui</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Alguém desfolha minhas letras</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>fábulas e dunas estranhas saem delas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>mas são minhas </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e não as posso entregar a ti</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>já não posso </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>perdi essa liberdade</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Mas te amo mais</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Do que me amo a mim</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Perdi-me na noite</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Junto a ti!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-62520181427489528922019-05-18T05:22:00.001-07:002019-08-25T05:02:37.260-07:00TEMPO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Caminhemos pelas ondas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>mansas e sonolentas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e encontremos um caminho </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>sedento de tudo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e cansada te leve ao meu jardim</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>através da multidão que corre apressada</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Vem para meu recanto breve</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>onde tudo canta e é leve</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Não contes o tempo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>talvez se esqueça de mim e de ti</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e nos deixe ficar!...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Visualizações : 38</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-31305102945291496552019-04-06T05:46:00.002-07:002019-07-31T05:18:14.276-07:00PARTILHAR<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Partilhei contigo <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b>E ele toca uma canção de amor...</b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Toda a nossa vida</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>todos os anseios </b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>todas as dúvidas</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>todos os sonhos</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>e ainda os de exaltação intima </b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>todos os esplendores da própria vida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e a negação dessa mesma vida</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Partilhei</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>os desgostos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>as mágoas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>as incertezas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>os lutos que surgiam</b></span><b style="color: #073763;"> </b><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>a</b></span><b style="color: #073763;"> ânsia de amar </b><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e de dar com amor e alegria </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E um dia acordei e não te encontrei</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e estavas a meu lado </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>dormindo o teu último sono</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E aceitei e sofri e chorei</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E neste momento apenas te peço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Ajuda-me a continuar...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-24908790529301052912019-03-29T09:35:00.001-07:002019-07-31T05:18:38.858-07:00VEM...<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Vem e entra em meu jardim</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>e volta sempre à mesma hora</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>E não esqueças nunca</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Que o plantei para ti...</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Visualizações : 39</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-90691880311605314882019-03-19T10:05:00.003-07:002019-07-31T05:19:01.972-07:00TEATRO VII (Missão Cumprida)<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Como se alguém nos olhasse <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me esqueci quem foi o artista. Me desculpem!</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Do cimo do Universo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Desce uma escada de Sete Degraus</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Apenas uma escada</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Fica suspensa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Entre a Terra e os Astros</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A escada flutua</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Não cai está presa pela Lua</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Por cima um mundo aliciante</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>por baixo o Planeta Terra</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Meus gatos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>têm um novo estatuto</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>são gatos da Terra e do Ar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>O feitiço caiu</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>eles estão libertos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>prontos a me abandonar</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Estão entre as estrelas e o mar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>levitam em cada lugar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Tomam as sete cores</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>abandonam a porta chapeada de sete chaves</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e escolhem nos sete degraus</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>O lugar onde vão ficar</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Começam a miar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>levantam os olhos ao luar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>estão prontos a amar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A lua sorri</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>os astros entendem</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>as fadas e duendes se juntam a louvar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Minha missão está cumprida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>os salvei de monstros e lhes dei guarida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Fico a olhar os Sete Degraus</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>onde vão ficar </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A daí planar...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-44301398953020534592019-03-09T11:50:00.000-08:002019-09-07T04:17:27.567-07:00SOLIDÃO<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Ama a solidão </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>as colinas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>os lagos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>os rios</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>os oceanos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>o teu amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>os teus filhos e netos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>o teu clamor de justiça</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>O teu esplendor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Não esqueças nunca os teus versos</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Ama a solidão</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>o silêncio da força que se renova</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>o silêncio da força que brota</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>de uma fonte profunda</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>as águas da vida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Ama em especial o teu amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>repousa em seu peito</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e sonha...sonhos impossíveis</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Mas ama tudo à tua volta</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e faz do amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>a tua arma mais pura</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>o amuleto que te salva</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>da solidão que procuras</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>da solidão que sentes</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Como um imã à tua volta</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>E procura descansar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>na solidão do amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Que se escondeu de ti!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-34084217564802486752019-01-30T08:09:00.000-08:002019-11-09T11:21:49.065-08:00TEATRO VI (Salvo meus gatos)<br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Mercê do feitiço </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>da bruxa de chapéu alto</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>meus gatos lindos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>da cor do arco-íris</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>se encontram aprisionados</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>numa porta de sete chaves</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Não sei quebrar o feitiço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>não sei que fazer...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Pedir ao Deus</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>que está no azul do firmamento</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>uma luz vinda com o vento</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E esta pequena prece me mostrou</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Os Cinco Dedos da Mão de Deus</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>O infinito embranqueceu e sorrio</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e cinco traços com cinco tons</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>de alabastro antigo apareceu</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Cada tom mais suave do que o outro</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E meus gatos disfarçados nessa cor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>voltam aos meus braços</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Os tenho em meus braços</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e eles cansados deitados</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>sob a superfície lisa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Da cor do alabastro</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>passam despercebidos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Perdeu-se a força dos abraços</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Mas os libertei</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>de uma morte de feitiço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>já não há tempos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>a cantar sua vida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E os salvei de coisas impossíveis</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Feitas de correrias e de pânico!...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Visualizações : 186</b></span><br />
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<br />Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-60089496370679949092019-01-11T10:51:00.002-08:002019-07-31T05:20:14.663-07:00TRISTE<b>Quero andar contigo lentamente <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meu amor...</td></tr>
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<b>na memória</b><br />
<b>na essência de meus versos</b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">E acreditar</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">Que não há mil rostos</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">pedindo guarida e mil infelicidades</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></b>
<b><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></b>
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">E tu que me dizes</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">Meu amor...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">Maria Luísa Adães</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Visualizações : 163</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-53629827592836177192019-01-06T09:14:00.001-08:002019-07-31T05:20:42.992-07:00DESCONHECIDO<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Meu espírito sentiu a mudança <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Imagem de Maria Fet</b></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>meus ouvidos ouviram à distância</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>meus olhos viram</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>e te seguiram no grito que subia</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>até avistar a casa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>na praia longa e sombria</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Entraste à minha espera</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>de novo veio o vento</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>tu olhaste fundo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>num fundo atrás de mim</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>e à frente de ti</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Quem vinha comigo eu não conhecia</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Mas tu sabias...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Vinha do mar à nossa volta</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>vagueando por entre ondas altas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E nos ia levar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Tu sabias</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>eu não sabia</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>tu sofrias</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Eu não entendia </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Desamparada na areia fria</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Percebi</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>A amargura da partida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Chorei esquecida do que tinha vivido</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>num tempo quente de amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E entrei contigo numa outra vida...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Do livro "Palavras e Caminhos"</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>de Maria Luísa Maldonado Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Visualizações : 135</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-10123823515724489112018-12-30T08:44:00.000-08:002019-07-31T05:21:12.937-07:00(Teatro V) O FEITIÇO<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A noite está perdida <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Meus dois gatos</b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>escuto o silêncio</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E encontro Sete Gatos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A noite é silenciosa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>desnudada</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A noite é insolente</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Máscaras passam velozes</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>passam por mim e me perdi</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e outra vez a noite silencia</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E eu subo e desço escadas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Oh quanto me pesa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Auroras da minha vida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Há muito passadas</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E meus dois gatos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>transformados em Sete gatos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>inertes pendurados nos sete fechos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>de uma porta chapeada</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Um feitiço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>o andar de treva em treva</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>os prendeu...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>O Universo está vermelho e negro</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>não vejo estrelas nem lua nem nada</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><b>E tu Narrador que me dizes</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><b>Só a ti te vejo e meu amor ao longe</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><b>muito ao longe...como se fosse nada</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #351c75;"><b>Que faço? O feitiço prendeu</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><b>Meus olhos infindáveis!...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães : 120</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-75814494510802860122018-12-20T10:48:00.000-08:002019-07-31T05:21:35.172-07:00PERDOA<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Através de toda a imperfeição do meu mundo</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Entra e dulcifica esse mundo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Possa a eterna juventude deste Planeta</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>voltar a florescer</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e das cinzas da crueldade</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>possa reviver e Terra que pensei conhecer</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Deixa que a natureza agredida queimada</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>se transforme no amor e na compaixão</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e Te possa pedir misericórdia</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>pelos que estando vivos deixaram de viver</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Deixa que Te veja nos meus irmãos perdidos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e Te encontre nos deserdados e nos esquecidos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>deixa que o Teu amor me envolva e me acalente</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e limpe a minha vida imperfeita</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Deixa que o Natal envolva a terra</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>a toda a hora, a todo o momento</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E não deixe nunca de ser Natal</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>nos lugares mais escondidos e indiferentes</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E Vem</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>aos pontos mais obscuros</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>dos corações perdidos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Perdoa mas vem...!!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Visualizações : 82</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-89226348607107690072018-12-12T09:49:00.003-08:002019-07-31T05:22:04.079-07:00ESPELHO<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Eu vi um espelho <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Talvez seja Apolo, mas não estou certa disso...</b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>estava reflectida nele</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Dentro do espelho estavas tu</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>com teu olhar penetrante e nu</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>A tua sombra diluía o fundo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e eu te via para lá do mundo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Tu estavas aprisionado no espelho</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>eu estava aprisionada fora do espelho</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>O mundo meu e teu se espelhavam</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>naquele espelho que tolhia meus afagos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Os caminhos assombrados</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>por sombras que vagueavam</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Nua me encontrava e ferida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e não entrava no amor que sonhava</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Ávida de amor te esperava</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>mas o espelho nos separava</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Acordei, tu estavas a meu lado</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e tudo se tornou num sonho vago</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Eu fui a heroína de uma peça</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>representada por um DEUS fechado</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>O tempo que me foi dado</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>não era o meu tempo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>No outro lado me olhavam</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>e esperavam...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>No espelho não se escreveu nada!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Visualizações : 131</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-52439058120868797032018-12-07T08:56:00.002-08:002019-04-04T09:48:49.252-07:00(TEATRO IV) BLESSED<span style="color: #073763;"><b>O gato branco <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A gata preta,</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>De olhos esverdeados a vaguear</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>percorrem o palco</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>qual arco-íris da chuva</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>do sol da meia-noite</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>As noites de amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>trementes de fogo ardente</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>os chamam e novos jogos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Clamam...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Descobrem os símbolos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>musicalmente os descobrem</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>uma bruxa feia de chapéu alto</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>entra no palco</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Blessed a acompanha</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e ventos uivantes</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>de terras distantes</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e luzes sem Luz</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>atropelam o instante</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>O fantasma da morte espreita</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>procura os ruídos escondidos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Os gatos olham</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>nada os amedronta</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Nem bruxas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Nem magos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Nem medos.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>O amor acalenta e chama</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>a Lua sorri</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>os astros se multiplicam</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>as estrelas espreitam</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>O Universo Respira</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E DEUS se avista</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E tudo pára</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>traços sulcam o ar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Não há caminhos fáceis de encontrar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Olho ao longe</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>como narrador que sou</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e agora sou eu quem pergunta...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Que se passa?...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Altos contrastes se levantam!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Maria luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-64810682225932296602018-11-25T08:02:00.000-08:002019-04-04T09:49:35.371-07:00Teatro III O AMOR<b>A cortina desce</b><br />
<b>voluptuosa, misteriosa</b><br />
<b>o Universo escuta silencioso</b><br />
<b>admirado do tempo passado</b><br />
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<b>Personagens saem cansados</b><br />
<b>do canto</b><br />
<b>da dança</b><br />
<b>Do Amor</b><br />
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<b>A lua olha com intensidade</b><br />
<b>no brilho de mil tons das estrelas</b><br />
<b>palpitante na natureza cósmica</b><br />
<b>que flutua por entre elas</b><br />
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<b>Outros vão chegando</b><br />
<b>e se mostrando</b><br />
<b>tentando entender que se passa</b><br />
<b>e o Amor perfuma o ar</b><br />
<b>lança tapetes floridos</b><br />
<b>flores amarelas</b><br />
<b>de um tom esquisito</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>Sem testemunhas os deuses adormecem</b><br />
<b>o universo se cobre</b><br />
<b>de nuvens negras e vermelhas</b><br />
<b>no palco as personagens olham</b><br />
<b>E querem a ilusão maior</b><br />
<b>de jardins aéreos</b><br />
<b>reluzentes e felizes</b><br />
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<b>De um lado o amor</b><br />
<b>E do outro o esquecimento...</b><br />
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<b><br /></b>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-20319158088558971242018-11-20T08:37:00.001-08:002019-04-04T09:49:52.568-07:00Te Espero!<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Tu foste minha paixão</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e por ti escrevo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e por ti aqui estou</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e por ti espero</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>todos os dias</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e sei que não é possível voltar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Sem ressuscitar e viver de novo!...</b></span><br />
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Visualizações : 37Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-62759002628147931262018-11-05T09:57:00.001-08:002019-04-04T09:50:15.872-07:00(Teatro II) FOGO ARDENTE<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Meus olhos fixam o palco</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>os personagens olham</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>meu amor me beija</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>eu estremeço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>tudo estremece</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Todos se desejam.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Os deuses deslumbrados</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>com o amor dos gatos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>O desejo dos humanos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>o arrepio da noite</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>interrogam os astros</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Que se passa?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E no palco os personagens </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>formam arabescos com seus corpos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Dançam uma dança</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>De Amor e desejo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Que se passa?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Pergunta a lua a quem passa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Os personagens não falam</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>apenas se ouvem movimentos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>como se a terra se deslocasse</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>e se juntasse ao êxtase</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Do momento abstracto.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Vamos mandar o arco-íris</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>a iluminar o espaço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>precisamos de olhar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>reconhecer e ver</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Como se sabe amar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E as quatro personagens</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>o gato-branco</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>a gata-preta</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>eu e meu amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>No vasto chão amamos.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Tudo esquecemos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>no momento chamado de profano</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>No instante de Fogo Ardente</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E a fuga, súbita</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>da Estrela Cadente.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Visualizações : 89</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-34754302393446229332018-10-31T10:29:00.001-07:002019-04-04T09:51:06.145-07:00Quatro Personagens<span style="color: #0c343d;">(Teatro 1) <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A peça em sete actos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>no palco quatro personagens.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Um gato branco</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>uma gata-preta</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>eu e meu amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>criaturas humanas.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Sete notas musicais</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>se diluem no espaço...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Que conteúdo estranho</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>a ser representado...</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Olho os vários mundos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>os ventos sopram frios</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>reconheço o Infinito</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>as estrelas brilhando</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>uma Lua sorrindo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>o luar descendo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Iluminando</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Os personagens se movem</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>tomam seus lugares</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>os deuses se admiram</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>e escutam o canto</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E todo o Universo se queda em silêncio</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>E cada personagem</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>elevada na noite imóvel</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Ama</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Nos símbolos e enigmas</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>A continuar...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-30396051682757868352018-10-21T10:46:00.002-07:002019-01-01T10:05:20.570-08:00PARA TI...<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Nas tardes quentes <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> Eu escrevo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>No tempo florido</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> Eu danço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Nas noites frias</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> Eu esqueço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E sou feliz</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Sim</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Sou feliz</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Por um momento</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Apenas nesse instante eu vivo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E lembro a neblina subindo</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> Do fundo ao cimo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> O amor flutuando</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> Volátil como o fumo</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E amo tudo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>lembro e estremeço</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>no rodopio do abraço</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Do teu abraço</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> Meu amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b> Meu amor</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Quanta fragilidade</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Quantos sonhos</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Não vividos...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-85203717026430275412018-10-09T08:16:00.002-07:002019-05-18T09:18:46.291-07:00DIVAGAR<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Devagar sem estremecer </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>procuro o Passado</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>e a forma de entrar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>e conversar contigo</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Trabalho difícil</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>desprendimento da realidade</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>encanto só meu e não teu</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E até final talvez seja</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>A minha única Verdade!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Visualizações : 145</b></span>Maria Luisa Adãeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04676635639308669950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442668437618948329.post-46967750695499968592018-10-02T11:15:00.001-07:002019-10-05T05:05:10.999-07:00ELA dá e Ela tira<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>A vida é preciosa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>não deve ser vivida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>de forma desencantada...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>A vida é sombra fugidia</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>de noite e de dia ela se esconde</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>como uma injustiça infinita</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>A vida é silêncio e alegria</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>a vida é amor e fantasia</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>a vida é dor inesperada</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>A vida é que nos dá o pranto</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>a vida é que nos dá prazer </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>a vida é que nos dá desencanto</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>A vida é volúpia nas noites quentes de amor</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>a Vida dá vida à própria vida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>a vida leva de repente a nossa vida</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>A VIDA É TUDO E É NADA</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Mas quem não admira a vida?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Ela dá e ela tira</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>mas não deve ser vivida de forma desencantada</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E perdida...não deve...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Dentro dos teus olhos eu vivi</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>E acreditei em ti e perguntei</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Por que se morre</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Por que se vive?...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Maria Luísa Adães</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Do livro "Palavras e Caminhos"</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>De Maria Luísa Maldonado Adães</b></span><br />
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