<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:30:43.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus Poemas de Improviso</title><subtitle type='html'>sandra waihrich tatit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-3713455989298192740</id><published>2009-08-02T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:29:51.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* A NUDEZ DO SILÊNCIO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnZFbHuYbSI/AAAAAAAALgU/M2dmuNKLAeI/s1600-h/mulher-transparente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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align="center"&gt;definitiva e plena .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corroi a minha pele , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tão quente que a encontra ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu silêncio em meu ventre ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;novo ser se faz presente ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou silêncio , sou jornada , sou canção de minha estrada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou agora tua prece ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me entontece ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e amanhece !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/08/nudez-do-silencio.html' title='* A NUDEZ DO SILÊNCIO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnZFbHuYbSI/AAAAAAAALgU/M2dmuNKLAeI/s72-c/mulher-transparente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-4271465711366078426</id><published>2009-08-01T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:43:44.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* SENDAS DO SUBLIME *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnTxHnOz1eI/AAAAAAAALfk/J6XqecaChqU/s1600-h/lookbook-nu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365178169197581794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnTxHnOz1eI/AAAAAAAALfk/J6XqecaChqU/s400/lookbook-nu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Por Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certamente meu interior assim está pensando agora ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas sendas do sublime ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pensamos que é somente minha esta emoção ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esta paixão sublime nasce ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enquanto outras pessoas a sentem tão distante , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na verdade não é solidão nem carência ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é evidência ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poderá ser excesso de amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saudade ou dor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no som quente de uma melodia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na tristeza imensa que me envolve ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e o sorriso me devolve .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amores que renascem ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sublimes como se foram , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;retornam sua trajetória ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainda que perdidos de sua origem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esquecidos de sua glória .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Partem sem deixar nenhuma história .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje estou assim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é uma sensação de estar sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e tão acompanhada estou ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na excitante jornada dos meus pensamentos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transbordantes de paixão ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de emoção ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma paixão que nasce ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colorindo minha face ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elas sempre nascem assim para mim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrebatadoras ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu fazer apaixonado já é uma constante em meu viver . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em tudo que faço me dou inteira , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sempre assim fui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sobrevivendo , sofri e renasci sempre ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesmo após o desencanto ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como um gozar em pranto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penetrando em meu canto .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Construí meus castelos de carinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sobre as cinzas das desilusões ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certeira e sorrateira a buscar meus caminhos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesmo em meio aos espinhos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tornando a sublimidade uma constante ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um prazer reinante e transbordante ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como um delicioso licor em minha boca ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;degustado gota à gota ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesmo nas horas tristes e aparentemente vazias . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriam na verdade uma agonia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se não buscasse minhas eternas fantasias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fugidias , em minha cavalgada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transformando-as em sendas do sublime ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa apaixonante noite fria .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;01.08.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-4271465711366078426?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4271465711366078426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=4271465711366078426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/4271465711366078426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/4271465711366078426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/08/sendas-do-sublime.html' title='* SENDAS DO SUBLIME *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnTxHnOz1eI/AAAAAAAALfk/J6XqecaChqU/s72-c/lookbook-nu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-6039977000780683470</id><published>2009-07-19T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:32:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* CONTEMPLAÇÃO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SmOqpXt-X_I/AAAAAAAALZc/5-99834s8qY/s1600-h/inthedistancehdr21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360315609219227634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SmOqpXt-X_I/AAAAAAAALZc/5-99834s8qY/s400/inthedistancehdr21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Contemplação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os ruídos da noite eclodem no silêncio ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as horas transcorrem na súbita melodia inesperada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim como em agonia os seres que apelam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo silêncio que cura .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consolam-se nas madrugadas frias ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enfadonhas e vazias .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitos seres as buscam como luzes em suas agonias ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harmonizam seu ser no escuro das noites ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde vidas transpõem espaços e açoites .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No extremo suavizar do fim das madrugadas frias .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No amanhecer .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim surgem as claras sinfonias ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde o noturno vibra ainda ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde amanhecem as fantasias nuas ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde acordam todas as melodias .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;19.07.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-6039977000780683470?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6039977000780683470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=6039977000780683470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/6039977000780683470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/6039977000780683470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/07/contemplacao.html' title='* CONTEMPLAÇÃO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certamente tudo vai chegar ao mesmo ponto ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o ponto de chegada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o final da jornada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A derradeira despedida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos nós a vivemos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A eterna partida .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitos desafios vividos , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no caminho tantas pedras , tantas flores ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim foi assim será ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eterna continuidade de ciclos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma vida vivida por amor , por paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com amor , com paixão .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitas coisas se fragmentaram ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se esfacelaram . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outras se eternizaram ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doce tarefa de existir !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os caminhos foram tantos , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os lamentos e as lágrimas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O prazer e a dor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O eterno amor , amor de sempre .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de minha vida , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vida bem vivida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até a hora da partida .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim deve ser , assim será!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-final-da-jornada.html' title='* O FINAL DA JORNADA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SlVbvfh5d2I/AAAAAAAALSs/kiMFktLfhtI/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-4512171027792318200</id><published>2009-07-04T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:24:03.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* POEMA SEM PONTOS *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sk-cRJSeQKI/AAAAAAAALP4/h4gAjgG754s/s1600-h/CatsWomaninBlackHeader3122122221.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354670300331917474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sk-cRJSeQKI/AAAAAAAALP4/h4gAjgG754s/s400/CatsWomaninBlackHeader3122122221.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quantos dias a chorar &lt;div align="center"&gt;construindo caminhos que sabia ilusórios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passageiros e vazios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entregando-me aos efêmeros momentos de paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de ilusão e dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; tudo menos amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; emoções fortuitas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inacabadas inusitadas e vazias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adornadas de melancolia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;angústia e nostalgia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sutil ironia de perder para não mais ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; correr em busca de outros momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talvez à espera do esquecimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; outros amores e novos tormentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amar é assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despedaçar-se e morrer aos poucos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tempos passaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muitas luas muitos sóis muitas amarguras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lágrimas entoavam a cantiga pura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da profunda ternura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao alcance das mãos e dos sentidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e tão distante dos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; presentes em meus pensamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; distantes de meus momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surge então o arrependimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrependimento de que ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se é este vazio de ti que me faz em paz ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-4512171027792318200?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4512171027792318200/comments/default' 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Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queria ser uma estrela ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no firmamento de um sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de contentamento fugaz ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;queria sim , sentir em minhas entranhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o sabor dos espaços , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos planetas girando em eterna busca ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainda que tão livres sejam e desconheçam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esta liberdade plena ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;planetas de minha imaginação ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transbordantes de liberdade , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enquanto temos a nossa tão limitada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelas leis mal feitas e mal aplicadas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela dor dos sofredores ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelas opressões e pelos opressores , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelos dissabores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de assistirmos o grito silencioso dos oprimidos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diante do cruel silêncio dos opressores . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gira mundo , gira e vai em busca na paz ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a paz de Deus , a paz do homem ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a paz escondida e reprimida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas feridas mal curadas , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em cada mão que nega o carinho ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a solidariedade e o amor ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;queria eu ser uma estrela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e iluminar o mundo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ser o divino alento de esperança ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esta , que dá ao homem a capacidade de superar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e suportar o sofrimento ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; seguindo sempre além ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queria eu , ainda que por um momento apenas , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ser a dor e o prazer ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuidado prazer , cautela ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não vá a dor acordar !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;queria eu ser uma estrela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e vir silenciosamente a terra iluminar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/06/queria-eu-ser-uma-estrela.html' title='*QUERIA SER UMA ESTRELA*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SiXeb32VnEI/AAAAAAAAK5M/ppK0AWbTdVc/s72-c/top_poeta_poesia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-396518993021926781</id><published>2009-05-22T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:23:07.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CÂNTICOS DO ENTARDECER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/ShcV0sRn07I/AAAAAAAAKwE/TliZeA4Alog/s1600-h/Sandrinha7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338759878253466546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/ShcV0sRn07I/AAAAAAAAKwE/TliZeA4Alog/s400/Sandrinha7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cânticos do Entardecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neste entardecer tão belo e tão suave , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os pássaros anunciam que vão se recolher .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Linda demais esta hora divina ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde Deus se faz presente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais intensamente em nossos corações ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um abraço , uma saudade , um amor que se foi ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo vem à mente e nos torna pura emoção .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entardecer de saudade , de amizade ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de lembranças fugidias ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nunca vazias ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque cada vez mais se mostram importantes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vida linda , trabalhosa e artimanhosa , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vida cheia de alamedas imprevisíveis ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu cansaço do dia atesta a existência de coisas tão maiores , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão sublimes e imensas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desafiando as minhas crenças , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me fazendo crer mais e mais no amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na dor , como uma mesma coisa no cenário universal .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O delicado gorjeio dos pássaros me envolve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa aura ímpar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sempre me fascinei com isto , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vê-los assim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cantando a vida e saudando a noite ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neste incomparável prenúncio de novo amanhecer . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os pássaros são adornos magistrais à natureza ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabem tudo e tudo conversam ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;são porta vozes de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em nossas almas sedentas de carinho ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seu som é apaixonante ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;extasiante ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adoro-os , uma dáviva tê-los&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em cada entardecer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em cada novo amanhecer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com suas vozes melodiosas adejam e anunciam ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pássaros de minha vida ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero somente agradecer esta sinfonia do entardecer !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-396518993021926781?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SfykMYNG_SI/AAAAAAAAKmk/cPThu5rVGSA/s400/when1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouves o teu coração ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; vejas quantas coisas lindas lá residem ,&lt;br /&gt;nestas horas de paz , como esta que agora estou ,&lt;br /&gt; renasço e sinto a vida intensamente&lt;br /&gt; introduzida no fundo de minha alma ,&lt;br /&gt; este piano que agora escuto&lt;br /&gt; me refaz e reconforta tanto ,&lt;br /&gt; Meu Deus ,&lt;br /&gt; como agradeço ter esta música aqui comigo ,&lt;br /&gt; é uma acompanhante tão fiel ,&lt;br /&gt; tão marcante ...&lt;br /&gt; me deixa num estado de graça e amor ...&lt;br /&gt;fazendo a palavra fluir com ardor ,&lt;br /&gt;tão sublime sentir a vida assim&lt;br /&gt; como a sinto agora e poder passar esta doce energia ,&lt;br /&gt; estou podendo fazer isto ,&lt;br /&gt; intensamente , vagarosamente , pausadamente ...&lt;br /&gt; é como um orgasmo emocional&lt;br /&gt; de viver a plenitude de meu ser ,&lt;br /&gt; transbordante de amor&lt;br /&gt; e tanto carinho a dar aos seres&lt;br /&gt; que me cercam&lt;br /&gt; e agradecer esta dádiva de estar aqui agora ,&lt;br /&gt; desfrutando a magnitude da vida&lt;br /&gt; na plenitude de minha emoção sentida ,&lt;br /&gt; livremente , solta e colorida ,&lt;br /&gt; assim como um reflexo de luzes ,&lt;br /&gt; iluminando a terra inteira ,&lt;br /&gt; meu corpo inteiro a gozar as delícias de sentir ...&lt;br /&gt; sentir amor , carinho e dor ...&lt;br /&gt; simultaneamente&lt;br /&gt; respirar a dor com a alegria e ,&lt;br /&gt; nesta singular nostalgia ,&lt;br /&gt; de sorrir e chorar ,&lt;br /&gt;unindo a lágrima à rosa ,&lt;br /&gt; vislumbrar um Deus maior&lt;br /&gt; ainda dentro de minha amplidão&lt;br /&gt;pela emoção sentida .&lt;br /&gt;agradecendo a dádiva da vida ...&lt;br /&gt; é tão doce sentir assim ,&lt;br /&gt; mesmo sendo um momento efêmero ,&lt;br /&gt;pequenos momentos se intercalam&lt;br /&gt;na síntese&lt;br /&gt;  da sublimidade do universo inteiro ,&lt;br /&gt; transbordante , borbulhante ...&lt;br /&gt;a derramar o prazer das emoções reunidas ,&lt;br /&gt; das graças eternas ,&lt;br /&gt;de cada amanhecer de luz ,&lt;br /&gt;de cada crepúsculo de saudade ...&lt;br /&gt;vale a vida esta sensação de eternidade ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;02.05.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SfykMYNG_SI/AAAAAAAAKmk/cPThu5rVGSA/s72-c/when1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-8674178569013843191</id><published>2009-04-28T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:08:53.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* A DOR DA SEPARAÇÃO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SfcZ20q0nTI/AAAAAAAAKhs/kl6fUnlbvwo/s1600-h/papier-stephane-sexy-050912211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329757113658154290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SfcZ20q0nTI/AAAAAAAAKhs/kl6fUnlbvwo/s400/papier-stephane-sexy-050912211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada vale a dor de uma dor calada ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada vale a dor da separação !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tão perto e tão longe ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em nossas entranhas grita o som ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o eterno som da perda ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perder pedaços de vida ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Construída .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perder sonhos acalentados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonhos edificados .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora esfacelados .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desintegrados .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perder o som das manhãs ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;das primaveras azuis ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas quais , juntos conjugávamos o verbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do amor e da vida .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ingratas horas vazias e sombrias , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde , ao invés de teu corpo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encontro o vazio dos tempos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A implacável passagem dos anos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu me curvo à inevitável quimera .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quisera eu ser uma estrela ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No firmamento de um sonho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de contentamento fugaz ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e contemplar apenas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventual e passageiro .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As árvores cresceram , estão quase no céu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E como um véu , as lembranças ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me açoitam sem penas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tocam meu rosto , meu coração ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turvam minha visão .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me acaricia a saudade apenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É mais um dia , menos um dia ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neste harmonioso universo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seguindo seu percurso insondável ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eterno .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-2314694647894753552</id><published>2009-04-21T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:57:52.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* CÂNTICOS DO AMANHECER *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Se3Pak96gCI/AAAAAAAAKbs/RUFcy7tEPlQ/s1600-h/ATT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327141989756076066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Se3Pak96gCI/AAAAAAAAKbs/RUFcy7tEPlQ/s400/ATT2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No amanhecer sentimos nossa esperanças renovadas e , constatamos a vida nascendo nova , nos recarregando de energias , em cada manhã , precisamos mentalizar muitas coisas boas , durante a noite tudo é refeito , reconstruido , reintegrado e , ao amanhecer o sol nos traz de volta todas as energias que precisamos , repõe nossas carências . Nos olharmos no espelho e pensarmos coisas positivas é fundamental , sorrirmos para nós mesmos e irradiarmos muito calor e renovação . Cada amanhecer é um novo processo de vida plena , se cultivarmos o otimismo , o teremos de volta , se sorrirmos teremos alegria . Fundamental esquecermos o que passou , somente o presente existe agora e , cada minuto é uma construção de amor e de vida . Nossas dores serão amenizadas com o sol que renasce , nossas tristezas diminuidas se a elas não dermos tanta ênfase . Os pássaros , com seu canto uníssono , nos passam alegria e vontade de viver . O orvalho chora nossas tristezas e nos reestrutura . O sol murmura os sons do amanhecer , sol de cada coração triste , de cada alma abandonada , de cada nostalgia . Precisamos exercitar esta importante terefa de celebrar as delícias do amanhecer , com cada sol , em cada manhã , nos reabastecermos de luz e calor , nossas dores serão menores se nos voltarmos a Deus e nos entregarmos a este infalível poder superior , o qual rege nossa existência , o grande regente da sinfonia universal . Confiarmos nele , nos entregarmos inteiros e deixarmos a vida rolar , deixarmos as energias fluirem , tão novas como o sol que renasce . Paz , paz , muita serenidade , nossa respiração estará na cadência da vida plena , e a nossa plenitude se sustenta e se reproduz , bendito seja o sol que nos faz reviver a cada amanhecer , mesmo estando sob núvens , ele nos ilumina e reconstrói . Sejamos luz , amor e esperanças do amanhecer , cânticos sagrados do amanhecer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-2314694647894753552?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2314694647894753552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=2314694647894753552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/2314694647894753552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/2314694647894753552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/04/canticos-do-amanhecer.html' title='* CÂNTICOS DO AMANHECER *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Se3Pak96gCI/AAAAAAAAKbs/RUFcy7tEPlQ/s72-c/ATT2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-5996239584411633310</id><published>2009-04-14T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:44:36.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*** NADA É POR ACASO ***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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encontro comigo e sei ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou sozinha por minha escolha ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estou carente porque não tenho buscado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o amor , a vida , a ilusão ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero ansiosamente por algo que não chega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto a vibração constante de minha alma ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a incansável nota da saudade ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa calma e serenidade acendo a luz ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A paixão me seduz , o novo me fascina ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me envolve e me alucina ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em minha esquina de tristezas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contabilizo as alegrias ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o prazer na dor ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me reencontro com meu coração machucado , ele me fala do passado , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu resisto e evito , corro adiante e nego ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alimento a distância vazia e constante ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na memória , meus momentos de alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minhas fantasias sem nome ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minhas conquistas , minhas ousadias ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as quais perdi num dia , numa melodia ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa fuga necessária ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa improvisada ação fugidia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa sinfonia inacabada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que viverá eternamente em mim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha história e minha estrada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-5996239584411633310?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5996239584411633310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=5996239584411633310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/5996239584411633310'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-6662941502291292514</id><published>2009-04-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:34:11.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*PELO QUE PERDI DE MIM*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SeE-LEag4TI/AAAAAAAAKUA/CwP28K6LTLE/s1600-h/1654558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323604594413068594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SeE-LEag4TI/AAAAAAAAKUA/CwP28K6LTLE/s400/1654558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pelo que perdi de mim , pelo que perdeste de ti ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim estamos caminhando em estradas paralelas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vivendo realidades análogas , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supremas ou pequenas , intensas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buscando talvez a justa recompensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do que investimos em nossas vidas , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;num passado distante ou recente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que não mente mas nos faz sentir intensamente o que se perdeu . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo construído com tanto amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dedicação e dor , agora este vazio de não ter ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de perder a construção ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nossa semeadura e , juntamente aos frutos que colhemos , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choramos o tempo que passou .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso presente é tão real ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que de real existe ao longo de toda a nossa história ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que está passado deverá ser esquecido , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que está por vir , deixar fluir ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixar a vida nos levar , às mares distantes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no outro lado do oceano , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;conhecermos novos horizontes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lá certamente estão as raízes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;das nossas amarguras .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa missão aqui é transitória ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escreveremos a nossa história ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quem a contará , só o tempo e a espera ... podem revelar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sejamos mar , sejamos ondas e nos deixemos levar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;algum porto seguro surgirá ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicado à Laurinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-6662941502291292514?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6662941502291292514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=6662941502291292514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/6662941502291292514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/6662941502291292514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/04/pelo-que-perdi-de-mim.html' title='*PELO QUE PERDI DE MIM*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SeE-LEag4TI/AAAAAAAAKUA/CwP28K6LTLE/s72-c/1654558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-2785295933191251151</id><published>2009-03-08T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:23:35.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* GALOPANDO NO TEMPO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SdjoqepofGI/AAAAAAAAKP4/P9fMlYFBleQ/s1600-h/159657-1187396-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321258776218074210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SdjoqepofGI/AAAAAAAAKP4/P9fMlYFBleQ/s400/159657-1187396-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Galopando no Tempo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao vento , cavalgo minha dores&lt;br /&gt;dissabores e amores ,&lt;br /&gt;Domando as agruras que surgem&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte bravio ...&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo a caminhada como um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;que busca alimento ,&lt;br /&gt;No galope de meus pensamentos ,&lt;br /&gt;Domando as adversidades com rédeas curtas ,&lt;br /&gt;Montando na saudade e&lt;br /&gt;Galopando no tempo ,&lt;br /&gt;Sem corcovear nas intempéries .&lt;br /&gt;Assim , passam os dias e noites ,&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia é menos um dia ...&lt;br /&gt;Nesta lenta agonia da vida ,&lt;br /&gt;disfarçada de ilusão e esperança .&lt;br /&gt;Desde criança acreditei na vida ,&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar na arrancada , na marcha e na despedida&lt;br /&gt;Na partida inevitável ...&lt;br /&gt;As rédeas curtas são meu prumo e&lt;br /&gt;a minha garantia ...&lt;br /&gt;Numa tropeçada sei qual o jeito&lt;br /&gt;de conduzir meu cavalgar ligeiro ,&lt;br /&gt;quando poderia tombar , encurto as rédeas&lt;br /&gt;e sigo em frente mesmo em desatino .&lt;br /&gt;A estrada se desalinha , eu quase&lt;br /&gt;rodando me equilibro ainda .&lt;br /&gt;É a vida e seus desafios .&lt;br /&gt;A sensatez que aprendi com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Me ajuda a domar o meu destino .&lt;br /&gt;Ardiloso como este cavalo bravo&lt;br /&gt;que me domina e desconcerta ,&lt;br /&gt;eu o desarmo no galope intenso ...&lt;br /&gt;Nas rédeas curtas de meu pensamento !&lt;br /&gt;Curtas , para evitar o tombo ,&lt;br /&gt;Temor para quem cavalga sozinho ,&lt;br /&gt;Na cancha reta de sua vida !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-2785295933191251151?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2785295933191251151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=2785295933191251151&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/2785295933191251151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/2785295933191251151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/03/galopando-no-tempo.html' title='* GALOPANDO NO TEMPO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SdjoqepofGI/AAAAAAAAKP4/P9fMlYFBleQ/s72-c/159657-1187396-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-3251550595509395582</id><published>2009-02-27T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:00:59.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANÇÃO DE MEU CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SaivgtXr4hI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/_0i_zGmeWzs/s1600-h/Animation-Nil-2641.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307685137325744658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SaivgtXr4hI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/_0i_zGmeWzs/s400/Animation-Nil-2641.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fui nas profundezas de mim , &lt;div align="center"&gt;de meu eu distante ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me encontrei tão cansada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me encontrei comigo mesma ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; achando que eu não estava mais alí ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquela não era a mesma , não era o eu de antes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentia-me perdida numa parcela do universo . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desci mais degráus , e encontrei Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ele me fitou e falou : estou aqui ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pensaste que estavas só , mas eu te esperava ansioso ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vieste e eu sabia que chegarias .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As ondas de meu eu interior , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não esperavam esta dádiva ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este ser tão lindo que chegava a mim .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A felicidade me mostrou seu vulto ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;falou que eu merecia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  eu levantei e me afastei ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao chegar naquele recanto que sonhei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pensei ser uma ilusão de sonho bom mas não era ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eras tu que vinhas a mim , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e trarias tantas coisas boas ao meu coração . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De coração para coração , uma canção ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de amor , de amizade , de paz .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tua linguagem é a do coração ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabemos que só vemos bem com ele , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; era noite já ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lua estava ainda tímida e nada me dizia , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu sorrias ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o firmamento cintilava e eu te amava mais ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este amor que já existia há tantos séculos , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este amor que eu esperava ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem tempo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atemporal e eterno ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chegou e me fez alegre novamente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prometendo nunca mais me deixar naquela areia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;naquele mar onde eu sozinha me encontrava &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e caminhava em passos lentos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sob o vento e sob a chuva ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me molhava e aumentava sua intensidade ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afinal a chuva nasceu para molhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a natureza inteira ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu corpo tremia de emoção ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a chuva era uma canção e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me banhava com suas gotas de núvens calmas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no céu de minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma beleza enfim .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu delírio era real ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu existias e vieste ao meu encontro ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;antes que eu pudesse imaginar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já não te esperava mais ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é assim que o destino escreve ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas sabia que um dia aconteceria .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu chegarias e eu te receberia ávida de tua luz .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te quero ao meu lado a me cuidar sempre ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque és chuva regando meu coração ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especial e carinhosamente .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antes a minha espera vazia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora será uma eterna companhia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para minha alma arredia ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tua chegada foi uma alegria .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me deixes mais te peço ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuidas de mim e zelas por minha caminhada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-3251550595509395582?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3251550595509395582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=3251550595509395582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/3251550595509395582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/3251550595509395582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/02/cancao-de-meu-coracao.html' title='CANÇÃO DE MEU CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SaivgtXr4hI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/_0i_zGmeWzs/s72-c/Animation-Nil-2641.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-2408427532234245706</id><published>2009-02-23T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T04:56:22.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>* VIDAS EM RENOVAÇÃO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sdjm1dkHlYI/AAAAAAAAKPw/8rpedMEBmt0/s1600-h/Animation432.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321256765881816450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 344px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sdjm1dkHlYI/AAAAAAAAKPw/8rpedMEBmt0/s400/Animation432.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vidas em Renovação &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Folhas de outono , tão frágeis e vazias , leves e escravas dos ventos bravios , cumpriram então a sua missão e , agora tombam em decadência , véspera de outono , porque as folhas verdes que outrora faziam a sua imagem e paisagem , estão hoje ressecadas e endurecidas . Mas seu tempo é eterno e lhes pertence , na incógnita da natureza viva , é seu ainda este tempo e , com sua força incansável , poderá nutrí-las novamente e prepará-las para novas existências terrenas . Para isto , é necessário que antes se joguem à terra , em fértil e conformado decanso e abandono , em aparente esquecimento . Sendo frutos , outra vez se reintegrarão à terra , à natureza majestosa , se reabastecerão e voltarão a germinar, na terra nativa , encontrarão seus novos nutrientes e , de sua natureza brotarão suas novas sementes , latentes . Numa doce morte viva e necessária . Novos rostos mirarão nas janelas , novos tempos surgirão no processo da renovação se identificarão ao longe no horizonte , que também se renova a cada amanhecer e refletirão : 'precisaremos morrer para que a renovação dos tempos se faça e sejamos , na natureza milagrosa , novas geradoras de vidas' , e começaremos a brotar novamente , até que passado o inverno de nossas vidas , possamos retornar . Então , brotaremos outra vez , refeitas e fortalecidas , seremos brotos que se transformarão , folhas férteis e flores nascentes , na primavera que virá . Nossa morte viva , nada mais será que a tranformação perene da matéria em movimento , a negação à estagnação , a lograr novos renascimentos , nossa tranformação evolutiva gerará frutos benditos , frutos com novas missões na terra , conscientes retornamos à jornada traçada anteriormente . Nosso renascer será dor , sabedoria e calor , essência eterna do equilíbrio de nosso movimento , da rejeição à estagnação e de nosso renascimento glorioso , num mundo evolutivo , no qual nosso espírito é recriado pela divindade suprema . Então novas folhas renascerão e o mundo se renovará através de nós , somente por isto morremos e renascemos , nessa matéria transitória , invólucro que nos é emprestado para nosso crescimento espiritual , no palco magnífico da natureza , no amor e na eternidade dos tempos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquarissandra.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aquarissandra.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sdjm1dkHlYI/AAAAAAAAKPw/8rpedMEBmt0/s72-c/Animation432.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-8386724858514356869</id><published>2009-02-08T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:42:10.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOCAS QUE CALAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SY7uXHcztPI/AAAAAAAAJoI/UgdVkCoYBYU/s1600-h/boca1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300435892365931762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SY7uXHcztPI/AAAAAAAAJoI/UgdVkCoYBYU/s400/boca1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Da boca brota a fala , brota o canto , o beijo ... &lt;div align="center"&gt;bocas que ardem de desejo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bocas que dizem o que não querem ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bocas que se vestem de saudade ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bocas que ardem de rancor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rompem amizades .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bocas de minha vida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quantos beijos , quantas horas vividas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a boca é uma sublime caixa de som ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde a acústica de meu canto se encontra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com teu grito de ressentimento .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num momento somos um ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em outros somos a distância !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bocas que lamentam e atormentam ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bocas de minha vida , doce guarida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para minhas nostalgias !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bocas que calam ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e se eternizam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-8386724858514356869?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8386724858514356869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=8386724858514356869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/8386724858514356869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/8386724858514356869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/02/bocas-que-calam.html' title='BOCAS QUE CALAM'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SY7uXHcztPI/AAAAAAAAJoI/UgdVkCoYBYU/s72-c/boca1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-7585433435971723166</id><published>2009-02-07T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:40:02.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHOS NÃO SE DEFINEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SaoQeUG4V3I/AAAAAAAAJ74/8RXUGpkL3xY/s1600-h/amorqdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308073223789238130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SaoQeUG4V3I/AAAAAAAAJ74/8RXUGpkL3xY/s400/amorqdo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SY3p0jyr4nI/AAAAAAAAJnQ/P_GWbjVtfuw/s1600-h/g4654.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OS SONHOS NÃO SE DEFINEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                   Suaves movimentos circulares nos movem&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  nesta mandala da vida ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           e já fatigados ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remetemos nossas dores e desamores para tão longe quanto possível ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde nosso olhar não alcance ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde estejamos livres das adversidades .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao adormecermos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonhamos tantas coisas complicadas e inexplicáveis ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perdidos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos encontramos numa confusão de almas e alamedas sublimes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somente ao acordarmos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;podemos despertar para a inverdade deste sonho difícil e pesado .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há sonhos tão tristes , tão confusos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acordamos e parece até que nos desamamos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tal é o estado de insatisfação que aquele sonho nos causa , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nossa autoestima é prejudicada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nosso amor próprio é ferido , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acordamos quase sem consolo . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O poder do sonho é tão indefinível ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diante do limite do possível no sonho , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por vezes , acordamos ansiosos e tristes , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parece até impossível assimilar aqueles desatinos . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os sonhos nos atraiçoam e nos fazem desprovidos da sintonia para o dia , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a sintonia real e doce ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na qual estávamos ao adormecer , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enquanto outros nos transpõem para mundos tão fascinates &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e deveras emocionantes , para nos envolver placidamente . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O mistério dos sonhos aí se define em partículas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;umas brilhantes , outras tão opacas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no seu âmago vivemos aquilo que em nosso inconsciente desejamos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao despertar vemos que não há o nexo causal , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ficamos esperando que a nossa realidade retome seu lugar e ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enquanto isto acontece , a vida nos entristece , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muitas vezes somos assaltados com uma tristeza que não finda .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Sonho , meu sonho és tão imprevisível , me conduzes a mundos invisíveis , dás colorido às paisagens sem cor , emolduras de dor o meu caminho ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao acordar suspiramos aliviados constatando que tudo é ilusório .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando o sonho é bom , queremos nele permanecer mais e mais , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não deixá-lo se dissolver , qual nuvem que passa e se desmancha . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É fugaz mas tão verdade ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é efêmero , mas tão real em meu caminho .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre sonhos de rosas e outros de espinhos , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu sigo a minha caminhada em busca de novas jornadas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de imprevisíveis janelas para a eternidade , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atestando mais uma vez que os sonhos não se definem ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;podemos sentí-los e vivê-los , como integrantes de nossa caminhada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em seu fim ou em seu começo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;são apenas sonhos , incógnitas perenes , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas são partículas de nossas vidas amarguradas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adocicadas pelos sonhos bons , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os nossos sonhos nunca se definem ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quimeras ou desatinos , insensatez ou realismo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estão destinados ao instante do nosso despertar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-7585433435971723166?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7585433435971723166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=7585433435971723166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/7585433435971723166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/7585433435971723166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-sonhos-nao-se-definem.html' title='SONHOS NÃO SE DEFINEM'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SaoQeUG4V3I/AAAAAAAAJ74/8RXUGpkL3xY/s72-c/amorqdo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-4582872433025643194</id><published>2008-11-09T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:06:25.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A INCONSTÂNCIA DAS MARÉS DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SRekgajH7DI/AAAAAAAAIwc/b8ABJjawGao/s1600-h/behindtheveilhdr21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266859166022495282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SRekgajH7DI/AAAAAAAAIwc/b8ABJjawGao/s400/behindtheveilhdr21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Longe , muito longe deste horizonte , repousa a imensa serenidade que buscamos , distante de nossos olhos sedentos de amor , lá está o outro amor , o amor maior que nutre nossa alma , este amor nos espera e , a ele retornaremos e lá buscaremos a paz eterna . Somos carentes desta paz e somos conscientes que ela existe bem no fundo de nossa alma , bem escondida em nosso coração . Vamos procurá-la e a encontraremos certamente , a nos esperar e nos oferecer seu eterno amor , aquele que o criador dos mundos nos oferece , aquele que nasce de nossa prece , de nossa confiança , de nossa fé , esta fé que tudo nos dá , a qual nos entregamos cada hora do dia , ela nos conforta e reabilita , para que possamos enfrentar muitos momentos duros e difíceis , e eles existem e nos machucam , somente esta fé nos dá condições de irmos em busca do ser supremo e , se nos dermos conta , encontraremos ainda , um amor maior , o amor das montanhas e dos mares , o amor das marés em sua eterna instabilidade , na inconstância dos mares , encontramos a nós mesmos , a nossa essência interior plena , nas diferenças , muitas vezes tão difíceis de contornarmos . Na saúde e na doença , o poder maior de nosso supremo criador nos restabelece e , pela prece nos habilita a viver , a anfrentar e suportar , a sofrer todas as dores , vermos todas as verdades , e respirarmos amor , dentro da dor , seu sabor é mais evidente e verdadeiro . Nada vem a nós sem que possamos segurar e superar , pelo esforço constante e pelo crédito dado à supremacia da força sobre o desestímulo , desta imensa superação , diante da dificuldade eminente , desta razão inteira de viver , de morrer e de renascer . Assim seguimos nas alamedas do tempo e acabamos por chegar ao fim de nossa estrada , maltratados mas refeitos , aceitos pela providência divina e eterna , esta que restaura vidas e devolve a saúde . Tudo é perfeito na magnitude e essência de nosso criador supremo . 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DESTINO ESTÁ NAS ESTRELAS ? ...'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SQyFFt0A3ZI/AAAAAAAAG2k/CRxsmxLg6XQ/s72-c/globotop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-2464673197258978800</id><published>2008-10-29T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:19:07.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSA SENTENÇA DE VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SQkSghc1jhI/AAAAAAAAG1U/T9EEV8hEqy8/s1600-h/BOOK_I~12222223222222222222121.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262757989503569426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SQkSghc1jhI/AAAAAAAAG1U/T9EEV8hEqy8/s400/BOOK_I%257E12222223222222222222121.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O cálice da vida transcorre e transborda , independente de nossa vontade e de nossas expectativas , é transitivo nas dores e tristezas , tudo vem e passa , acontecimentos inusitados nos assaltam e amedrontam , ficamos muitas vezes dependentes de circunstâncias inevitáveis , efêmeras porém pesadas , elas transcorrem alheias à vontade dos seres que as vivenciam . Nosso destino é implacável em muitos momentos , nada podemos contra sua determinação imposta , resta-nos apenas a resignação e a prática constante do amor , amor ao ser humano , amor à vida que apela nosso aperfeiçoamento e nossa parcela de colaboração . Cada dia é um desafio , uma sentença a cumprir , cada manhã um ato heróico , em cada amanhecer um improviso , em cada saudade um conformismo . Perdemos nossos seres queridos e choramos , voltamos a caminhar , as perdas inevitáveis nos assaltam e , ao vermos e sentirmos nossa pequenez , capitulamos e nos entregamos ao Poder Maior , que nos norteia em nossas mais profundas pretensões terrenas . Somos um e somos muitos , somos a eterna síntese dos tempos , sonhamos , caminhamos e desistimos , muitas vezes persistimos e nos lançamos arrebatados ao alcance de nossas grandes metas , de nossas colheitas e de nossa profunda essência , nosso cálice e a nossa sentença . O dia após dia maltrata nossos corações , tristes ou já cansados , muitas vezes desamados , testando a nossa resistência , nos sentimos então , limitados diante das forças maiores de nosso ser interior que transcende às adversidades . Nossa meta é seguir adiante , de nada adianta a estagnação , precisamos equilibrar o nosso movimento na dimensão terrena , cumprirmos a nossa sentença de vida , pois é transitivo o cálice das nossas provações , nada é definitivo neste estágio finito , a transitoriedade nos assusta e nos intimida , na transitoriedade das horas e dos tempos , nossa fé grita e nos administra em nossas agruras . Ainda que de muito alto possamos cair , mais alto será o nosso ressalto e , certamente mais eternizada a nossa permanência na memória inexpugnável da vida , na taça dos nossos melhores dias , no cálice de nossa sentença .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lei 9610/98&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-2464673197258978800?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2464673197258978800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Vídeo de Elza Moreira , Formatação e Arte de Beth Norling'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-6022101023057272037</id><published>2008-10-16T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:33:49.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHOS DE LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SPfw9wkyVZI/AAAAAAAAGsI/BSMEPMBtO2o/s1600-h/olhar11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257936033780225426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mundo triste , vazio e às vezes sem cor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas com sua semeadura , o fortalece e refaz ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reintegra a vida de alguns esfacelada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E já cansada , adormece em prece ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonhando com seu novo alvorecer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sol volta a nascer então ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seu ser é latente como a semente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seu trabalho é sublime e tecido arduamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com toque de eternidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Direitos Autorais Protegidos em Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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PARA CARMINHA'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SPUUjDjPBNI/AAAAAAAAGrg/c20VjibF_SU/s72-c/By+Karin+-+Carminha+e+Mel1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-1443831961960666344</id><published>2008-09-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:13:15.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA LÁGRIMA CONTIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me veste de nostalgia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O encanto vai e eu fico.&lt;br /&gt;Assim é meu viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperando que minha verdade traga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém para compensar tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me relembrar a chama do amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me falar das coisas simples que perdi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da natureza e da primavera em flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Amor eterno, amor de sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me acompanhando ,&lt;br /&gt;Em minhas horas tristes ou vazias,&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor de agora me confunde,&lt;br /&gt;Me faz nostágica,&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma chora nest hora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, tento sentir novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sol e o amanhecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida em meu doce renascer,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E na minha lágrima contida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reviver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;br /&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-1443831961960666344?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1443831961960666344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=1443831961960666344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/1443831961960666344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/1443831961960666344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/09/minha-lgrima-contida.html' title='MINHA LÁGRIMA CONTIDA'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/S8CGW4jKEHI/AAAAAAAANro/cyW9kFn0P8M/s72-c/olhos-magicos02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-7040414799075957310</id><published>2008-09-08T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:53:08.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATUIDADE DA NATUREZA , poema: Sandra Waihrich Tatit , Formatação pps: Beth Norling , Vídeo: Elza Moreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/si-e6HIgWE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/si-e6HIgWE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-7040414799075957310?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-8506136318971548825</id><published>2008-09-03T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:23:07.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A GRATUIDADE DA NATUREZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SL82DKulH3I/AAAAAAAAGJM/Ijn9QKYox-Q/s1600-h/Image1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241967919329779570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SL82DKulH3I/AAAAAAAAGJM/Ijn9QKYox-Q/s400/Image1322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Natureza&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Grande cenário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o Grande artista Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presenteou o homem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para a realização de sua Obra Monumental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deus Grande Regente DA Sinfonia Universal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na Gratuidade Da Natureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encontramos o renascer de nossa plenitude cósmica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E humana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nossas partituras da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cada ano se renovam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E novas notas se fundem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Novos acréscimos se somam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Microcosmo e macrocosmo unidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aliados na Melodia Universal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na Harmonia já não vivida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homens e animais habitam a terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homens em guerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esfacelam suas almas calmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desfragmentam a sua Luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que conduz e refaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E lutam pela física integridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fogem dos assédios da luta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Labutam pela Paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paz para o mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que em um segundo é destruído&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela ingrata bomba dos tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bomba da morte precoce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela insensata incoerência das horas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdidas e disperdiçadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas disputas nos preconceitos nos confrontos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Levando homens ao castigo da guerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E serem aqui ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nesta terra vítimas silenciosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da cumplicidade e das apropriações ilícitas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas coniventes com tempos presentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Numa política infectada e desprezível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atuando em homens inocentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carentes e incultos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anuncia-se então nesta hora triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da queda dos tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da guerra de almas brancas e inocentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imaculadas e persistentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na cauda perdida da destruição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do homem pelo homem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos homens pelas máquinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos seres perdidos sem rumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A buscarem sua identidade na terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Violência , corrupção , engodos e trapaças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ardis e artimanhas vis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida que dá à vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O universo conspira em nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamos à luta porque chegou a Nova Era&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Era do Amor e da Paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trabalhemos como homens e pelo homem livre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da escravisão deste tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deste indigno tormento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um lamento que explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejamos gentes deste Novo Mundo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planetas giram exuberantes e imponentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homens ficam na terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda em guerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homens e animais habitam a terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada Maior que Deus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Direitos autorais protegidos pela Lei 9610/98&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-8506136318971548825?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8506136318971548825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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align="center"&gt;nesta vida cheia de desencontros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde a arte do encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cede lugar à tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na nobreza da natureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;à espera de cada aurora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de cada sol que nasce e promete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e diz diz cada vez que me vê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estou aqui de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;renascendo em cada amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amanhecer tristonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheio de esperança e espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;promete uma nova primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e eu espero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;espero e me desespero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;novo amanhecer surge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;murmura o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amanhecendo cheio de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o céu brilhando está nesta manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e eu revivo na doce sensação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tua presença no caminho de espinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estou machucada à cada madrugada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e falo uma fala de cuja mansidão exala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um amor que sabe e que espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta e em todas as primaveras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;promete deveras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trazer meu sonho que não envelhece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os sonhos nunca envelhecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esquecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque revivem em cada sol que renasce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-469651893785771608?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/469651893785771608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=469651893785771608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/469651893785771608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/469651893785771608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/08/poema-do-entardecer.html' title='POEMA DO ENTARDECER'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SKNneBH4q0I/AAAAAAAAF0I/DN5OBOvccS4/s72-c/viomrer22222341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-8965361328088822681</id><published>2008-08-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:06:04.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRISIONEIRO  DE MINHA SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SJPYxgOIDbI/AAAAAAAAFnc/VdR_MpjtRXc/s1600-h/meunovoamor_imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229761937281650098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SJPYxgOIDbI/AAAAAAAAFnc/VdR_MpjtRXc/s400/meunovoamor_imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; noite assim tão bela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fria e cheia de amor e saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;observo em meu íntimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os movimentos da minha emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do meu coração sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e aqui em meu doce ninho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te espero e como o vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toco meu tormento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu lamento e me sustento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até o fim de meus dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em suaves movimentos de mentira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mentira que me faço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e me digo em silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que o amor não mais existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me deparo com esta saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e vejo que não é minha realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a verdade é que estarás sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao meu lado a cuidar-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a zelar por meus dias quando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em algum momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voltarás correndo para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sei disso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teu destino está traçado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesmo que não queiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teu coração é meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e está alado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; que é teu e sempre será&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estou presa a ti e não te solto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo coração te prendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim ficarás meu prisioneiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu amado e meu escravo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de nossos dias e noites lindas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de nosso tempo marcante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tempo inesquecível e fascinante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vinte e cinco anos de convívio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se te amo serei tua escrava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se te desprezo serei tua rainha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é a lei da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para os homens que não souberam amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e deixaram escapar entre os dedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o amor que tinham na mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lástima que se perderá no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se diluirá vagarosamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e somente ressuscitará no firmamento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-8965361328088822681?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8965361328088822681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SJPYxgOIDbI/AAAAAAAAFnc/VdR_MpjtRXc/s72-c/meunovoamor_imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-3417853177546687456</id><published>2008-07-29T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:30:53.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE ... a vida é você ?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SI_Rsjjz-BI/AAAAAAAAFhE/O4224g9WnqI/s1600-h/Figura7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228628255790331922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SI_Rsjjz-BI/AAAAAAAAFhE/O4224g9WnqI/s400/Figura7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;você tem coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que eu não posso entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha vontade na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é esquecer de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na vida tudo se acaba &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que é belo também chega ao fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saudade que o trilho maltrata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parte para longe de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;você é tudo saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo que a gente quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é vela branca perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas ondas verdes do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;você é tudo na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a gente sente e não vê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;velha saudade responde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a vida é você ?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-3417853177546687456?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3417853177546687456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=3417853177546687456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/3417853177546687456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/3417853177546687456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/saudade-vida-voc.html' title='SAUDADE ... a vida é você ?...'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SI_Rsjjz-BI/AAAAAAAAFhE/O4224g9WnqI/s72-c/Figura7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-718101552875294458</id><published>2008-07-29T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:17:54.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM AMOR PARA A ETERNIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SI_QIx6W2WI/AAAAAAAAFg8/UQNBryC031Y/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228626541656070498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SI_QIx6W2WI/AAAAAAAAFg8/UQNBryC031Y/s400/Figura1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; neste poema deste momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para alguém em meu pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma doce homenagem de gratidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela amizade tão querida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonho maior desta vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão sublime sentir assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu sabes de teu valor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu sei de tua dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e nossas dores e amores compartilhados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somamos nossos dias e vivemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na constante ânsia de renascer sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e na nossa arte sentirmos a vida crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em cada sublime amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão bom sentir assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neste carinho e amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um amor para a eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-718101552875294458?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/718101552875294458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=718101552875294458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/718101552875294458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/718101552875294458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-amor-para-eternidade.html' title='UM AMOR PARA A ETERNIDADE'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SI_QIx6W2WI/AAAAAAAAFg8/UQNBryC031Y/s72-c/Figura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-7721359072370471323</id><published>2008-07-28T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:16:35.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A POESIA É NECESSÁRIA AO NOSSO COTIDIANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 380px" name="flashticker" align="middle" 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COTIDIANO'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-4676890362593344777</id><published>2008-06-23T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:41:08.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEMPO É IMPLACÁVEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SGBb9KIaOcI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/9VNX-ioOpnU/s1600-h/Eomer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215269474744809922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SGBb9KIaOcI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/9VNX-ioOpnU/s400/Eomer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; estás triste agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sozinho e sem destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vagas em círculos pensando nas horas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que distantes rompem teus lábios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que falam de amor de dor e de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amizade e eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta noite tão fria quanto teu momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão tardia quanto podes suportar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porém os laços se rompem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e chegas cansado para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trazendo teu perdão e tua emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passando teu beijo expressando a saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amarga sina dos que se vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e dos que ficam pensando terem ido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bendito momento destes sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é a tua presença que retorna agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;choras a mais triste das lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lágrima de teu adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e comigo choras e imploras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o perdão das tuas horas perdidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esquecidas e solitárias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amargos estígmas os nossos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os levaremos para a eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um momento impensado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deste corte de tudo que construimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e perdemos no tempo implacável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora é tarde para refazermos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que sem querer destruimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jogamos às cinzas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e nestas cinzas de desencantos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;construiremos nossos castelos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de ilusões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até nossa última partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-4676890362593344777?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4676890362593344777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=4676890362593344777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/4676890362593344777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/4676890362593344777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-tempo-implacvel.html' title='O TEMPO É IMPLACÁVEL'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SGBb9KIaOcI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/9VNX-ioOpnU/s72-c/Eomer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-8710094562691305052</id><published>2008-06-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:03:59.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O CÁLICE DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SFh6rJftE4I/AAAAAAAAFAs/lYAEgoteGW0/s1600-h/123083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213051450383209346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SFh6rJftE4I/AAAAAAAAFAs/lYAEgoteGW0/s400/123083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; amei amaste e amamos&lt;br /&gt;sonhamos vivemos e esperamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;construimos toda uma vida de sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chegou um vento e demoliu tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nossas vidas se separaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;choraram e nunca mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;partiram o cálice do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a distância passou a vigorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e de longe passamos a viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somos dois que não se vêm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não se encontram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonhamos um monte de areia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a beira mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a derrubar nossos muros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a soprar nossas carências&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nossas eminências&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;construídas para nos separar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos distanciar na presença forte de nossas almas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainda tão vívidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de nosso amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em flor ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta dor quase eterna de um desamor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;criado e inexistente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um desamor imposto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;efervescente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como um sol nascente a nos cuidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cada manhã que nasce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandrawaihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-8710094562691305052?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8710094562691305052/comments/default' title='Post 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Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SFQVar6E-ZI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/Ln6lhQsL3Z8/s72-c/Sandracarinho1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-4438499978281334396</id><published>2008-06-08T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:29:40.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIBRAR NA ETERNIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SEyEnwHb-DI/AAAAAAAAE3k/nUBhWcEQU48/s1600-h/Casal+ao+amanhecer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209684687426680882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SEyEnwHb-DI/AAAAAAAAE3k/nUBhWcEQU48/s400/Casal+ao+amanhecer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teu carinho meu carinho espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta noite que não é de primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é inverno me traindo e ressurgindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha saudade tão perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em tantas alvoradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já não eras a noturna melodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;das teclas em eterna euforia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me fazias vibrar na eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de teus braços fortes que me cuidavam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem alarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e me protegiam de todas as ventanias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora nada resta se não esta saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para sempre fadada à eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de meus tempos soltos ao vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tormento de um viver em agonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sempre viva a imagem na esquina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do pecado que fugia a sua sina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me deixando vagando e chorando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buscando recordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teu vulto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já é branco e os cabelos tão macios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo vento tocados e amados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternos como nosso viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desfigurado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marcado pelo amor que já partiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;existiu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-4438499978281334396?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4438499978281334396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=4438499978281334396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/4438499978281334396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/4438499978281334396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/06/vibrar-na-eternidade.html' title='VIBRAR NA ETERNIDADE'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SEyEnwHb-DI/AAAAAAAAE3k/nUBhWcEQU48/s72-c/Casal+ao+amanhecer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-6356873331533047449</id><published>2008-06-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:30:38.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ÉS LUA ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SEyB7wUqIKI/AAAAAAAAE3c/W_r5fFBinFE/s1600-h/am-tag-grey-moon-cpc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209681732544635042" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SEyB7wUqIKI/AAAAAAAAE3c/W_r5fFBinFE/s400/am-tag-grey-moon-cpc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Que força estranha essa que me atrai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomas conta de todos os meus sentidos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E na minha solidão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o coração trai deixando ao léu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meus sonhos perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual lua que enamorados hipnotiza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;levastes-me a alma em tua companhia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essa saudade que sangra, não cicatriza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trás de volta, oh lua, a minha alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Elevo as mãos para a fria escuridão;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinto tocar-te, por tanto que te amo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e debruço-me, nos restos do meu chão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;embargada pelas lágrimas que derramo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lua amada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como sofro tua ausência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tens a luz que me alimenta e faz viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixo às estrelas, uma só confidência:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minh'alma é tua, até o próximo renascer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anna Müller&lt;br /&gt;05.06.08 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-6356873331533047449?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6356873331533047449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=6356873331533047449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/6356873331533047449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/6356873331533047449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/06/s-lua.html' title='ÉS LUA ...'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SEyB7wUqIKI/AAAAAAAAE3c/W_r5fFBinFE/s72-c/am-tag-grey-moon-cpc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-5280274594230176778</id><published>2008-06-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:39:36.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORPOS EM HARMONIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SES6AQVJw8I/AAAAAAAAEzI/nAUoTqaRMFs/s1600-h/Animation13221.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207491582693589954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SES6AQVJw8I/AAAAAAAAEzI/nAUoTqaRMFs/s400/Animation13221.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; corpos em harmonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desfilam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma coreografia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de paz e equilíbrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta dança das horas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma dança improvisada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma arte implantada e suave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se mistura ao momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no aumento desta luz vazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eterno e indescritível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esquecidos os lugares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as censuras e pudores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;restando somente a clave dos amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na escuridão iluminados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desalmados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta longa noite fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vazia e sombria diante de tanta nostalgia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tantos desamores de outrora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que vem mansamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iluminar esta aurora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-5280274594230176778?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SES6AQVJw8I/AAAAAAAAEzI/nAUoTqaRMFs/s72-c/Animation13221.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-5050299207934947261</id><published>2008-05-17T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:34:47.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU CORAÇÃO TRISTE E CANSADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SDCEUrGnrdI/AAAAAAAAEqc/Aq8qa9UMdrE/s1600-h/131.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201803060315663826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SDCEUrGnrdI/AAAAAAAAEqc/Aq8qa9UMdrE/s400/131.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu coração anda tão triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão cansado e sem cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alguma dor que não curei ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de meu passado e minha desventura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é amargura não posso mentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é uma tristeza funda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma sensação de cada dia nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e a dor permanecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em cada amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão difícil tem sido o meu caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os espinhos me machucam e maltratam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penso até quando estarei assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;morrendo aos poucos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nestes momentos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em cada crepúsculo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de minha saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta espera angustiante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e nada vem me alegrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero a presença deste alguém tão longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;há tanto tempo não vejo nem sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero a amizade e a cumplicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquela presença que era tudo para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;era a doce inspiração de meus dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;era bom era amigo e companheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão ligeiro nós estávamos tão próximos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão amantes tão contentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não sei porque a vida resolveu assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada planejei mas perdi o meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e para sempre o que nem esperei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depois de vinte cinco anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas quem sabe meu coração se alegra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quem sabe ele descansa ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na eternidade de meus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de criança!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-5050299207934947261?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5050299207934947261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;é um lamento de alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que está inconformada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de não te ver tantos invernos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e o tempo a passar sem pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sozinha com meus dasencantos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sufoco meu pranto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peço a Deus que me cuide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e me dê a força que preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta hora tão preciosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas eu me sinto ansiosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim sem te ver e o tempo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se viesses ao menos acalmar meu pranto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e dizer-me como amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estou aqui contigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te trago minha força e meu abrigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas não é isto que acontece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta madrugada minha saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cresce e robustece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e sem saída parto para a despedida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-2356272591739723465?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2356272591739723465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=2356272591739723465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/2356272591739723465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/2356272591739723465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/05/paixo-e-romance.html' title='PAIXÃO E ROMANCE'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SCE0SVHOTWI/AAAAAAAAEgo/uyoB1HwOxho/s72-c/qdoneguereg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-7823734028432965300</id><published>2008-04-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:24:59.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM PIANO SOLO À ESPERA DE ALGUÉM QUE EXECUTE UMA MELODIA DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SBKneFHOSKI/AAAAAAAAEW4/NflCXhMo1J8/s1600-h/1791556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193397455521990818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SBKneFHOSKI/AAAAAAAAEW4/NflCXhMo1J8/s400/1791556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piano solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piano feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na solitude de tua noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esperas tua intérprete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a sonhar chegará estuante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e te fará a companhia que esperas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em todas as primaveras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te trará flores ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já em tantas as trouxe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em um som tão doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te acalmará a alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como tantas vezes fazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando te sentias tão só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amenizava tuas dores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te fazia mais feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como eterno aprendiz que és&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e tuas teclas brancas brilharão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de contentamento e impolgação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neste som tão doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tua madrugada em melodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonhada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pianíssimo prazer te trará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o amanhecer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-7823734028432965300?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7823734028432965300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=7823734028432965300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-3250489379642141464</id><published>2008-04-22T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:59:56.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA DESABROCHAR __ Autora : Sandra Waihrich Tatit __ Formatação Artística : Elza Moreira __ Web Site Momentos de Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQ8uSFr4eks&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQ8uSFr4eks&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-3250489379642141464?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-8510218531630968310</id><published>2008-04-18T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:59:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"SEM A MÚSICA ,  A VIDA SERIA UM ERRO". Friedrich Nietzsche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAkKyRpghVI/AAAAAAAAERQ/LLkhCDgpb7M/s1600-h/espanholla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190691904368444754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAkKyRpghVI/AAAAAAAAERQ/LLkhCDgpb7M/s400/espanholla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAkKnxpghUI/AAAAAAAAERI/Bd8ot5c8nxE/s1600-h/TWO-SISTERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190691723979818306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAkKnxpghUI/AAAAAAAAERI/Bd8ot5c8nxE/s400/TWO-SISTERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Momentos &lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos de decisões...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A sós?Momentos de escolhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A dois?Momentos de pensar em ir ou partir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos que mudam em segundos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;momentos que mudam destinos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos de desequilíbrio ou lucidez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos eternizados ou dissolvidos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos de dúvidas e certezas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos de um sonho feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;momentos da triste realidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos de ser herói ou bandido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos de amor infinito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;momentos de ódio insano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos lembrados ou esquecidos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;momentos intensos ou distantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;momentos verdadeiros ou ilusórios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos de paixão e loucuras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; momentos de caprichos e carências,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; momentos de desejos e anseios... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos, Momentos, Momentos,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos que te viram do avessoe que buscam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; a cada fração de segundos a exatidão do que se faz necessário...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos que decidimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se tudo que foi vivido nos acrescentou em algo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se tiramos de cada ato um aprendizado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se fizemos das nossas adversidades a força,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se trouxemos à luz a nossa escuridão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos que mostram que viver vale a pena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e que nessa vida somos e sempre seremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternos aprendizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Cristina Garcia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-8510218531630968310?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8510218531630968310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=8510218531630968310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/8510218531630968310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/8510218531630968310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-msica-vida-seria-um-erro-friedrich.html' title='&quot;SEM A MÚSICA ,  A VIDA SERIA UM ERRO&quot;. Friedrich Nietzsche'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAkKyRpghVI/AAAAAAAAERQ/LLkhCDgpb7M/s72-c/espanholla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-6790960147931980317</id><published>2008-04-17T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:40:31.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVOS MUNDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAe_ixpghPI/AAAAAAAAEQg/hvnqV-QPzXM/s1600-h/1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190327699731678450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAe_ixpghPI/AAAAAAAAEQg/hvnqV-QPzXM/s400/1-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;minhas lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;minhas saudosas andanças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu tempo perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu muro construído&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo isto me comove e me move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;certamente foram estradas necessárias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na construção de meu presente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de minha esquina onde sigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vejo num futuro já surgindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;novo amanhecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eclodindo de uma saudade profunda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nova fase novos mundos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde em apenas um segundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consigo perceber meu universo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mansamente surgindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neste novo alvorecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de saudade que finda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma rosa nasce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no horizonte azul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mais uma estrela brilha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-6790960147931980317?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6790960147931980317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=6790960147931980317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/6790960147931980317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/6790960147931980317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/minhas-lembranas-minhas-saudosas.html' title='NOVOS MUNDOS'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAe_ixpghPI/AAAAAAAAEQg/hvnqV-QPzXM/s72-c/1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-1475488515460819360</id><published>2008-04-15T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:53:41.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HÁ AUSÊNCIAS QUE VALEM MAIS DO QUE  PRESENÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAUwrRpgg0I/AAAAAAAAENI/6BnUUGFZtFI/s1600-h/homem141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189607665644372802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAUwrRpgg0I/AAAAAAAAENI/6BnUUGFZtFI/s400/homem141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mentalizo a noite nesta divina hora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de anjos e gnomos a me indicarem o caminho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sei que em verdade nada há de novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neste prenúncio do amanhecer que já se anuncia .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou assim , com meus estígmas e nostálgicas horas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coroadas de raras pérolas de outrora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penso que mesmo ao longe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinto a presença forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deste ser que é meu para sempre .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A distância nos separa nesta hora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas a vida sozinha administra esta estrada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de saudades e tristeza que nada pode &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diante deste longo inverno de nossas horas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lamentarei portanto se for para sempre este intervalo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de presença e de convívio perdidos . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu Deus que a tudo está atento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saberá a hora de cessar este tormento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;absurdamente instituido por um homem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que se impõe à distância &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um eterno desalento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este ser em seu sentir singular &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não vê o valor do nosso despertar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vontade eterna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;divina decisão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para isto é uma boa explicação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na ilusão do ser em afastamento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é ensejada maior aproximação . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emoção , Saudade e Ilusão .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-1475488515460819360?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1475488515460819360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=1475488515460819360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/1475488515460819360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/1475488515460819360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/h-ausncias-que-valem-mais-do-que.html' title='HÁ AUSÊNCIAS QUE VALEM MAIS DO QUE  PRESENÇAS'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SAUwrRpgg0I/AAAAAAAAENI/6BnUUGFZtFI/s72-c/homem141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-5270774103175164721</id><published>2008-04-15T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:56:26.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA BRANCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SASyNBpgguI/AAAAAAAAEMM/yOL_fB4JEfs/s1600-h/713676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189468607488230114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SASyNBpgguI/AAAAAAAAEMM/yOL_fB4JEfs/s400/713676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alma branca como tantas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alma perdida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na imensidão desta vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alma alada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desperdiçada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas alamedas confusas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos dias sombrios e obtusos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de minha saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desenfreada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consolada pelo sol de cada manhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por cada nuvem que passa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por cada folha que brota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e pela flor que não é ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-5270774103175164721?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5270774103175164721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=5270774103175164721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/5270774103175164721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/5270774103175164721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/alma-branca.html' title='ALMA BRANCA'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SASyNBpgguI/AAAAAAAAEMM/yOL_fB4JEfs/s72-c/713676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-3681756210791698874</id><published>2008-04-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:39:27.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTONO DE MEU AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SASv9BpggtI/AAAAAAAAEME/z54x9hKZj-Q/s1600-h/122163935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189466133587067602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SASv9BpggtI/AAAAAAAAEME/z54x9hKZj-Q/s400/122163935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nesta doce manhã outonal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto verdades eclodirem em minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verdades de encanto e luz ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verdades de meu amor em flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flor que cai e enfrenta as chuvas e vendavais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flor de meus ais ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flor que vai e me trás a saudade mutiplicada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A primavera chegará e ao chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vai trazer tudo que espero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo que me desespera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Então será primavera ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será a hora que outrora sonhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será a realização de meu amor distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que voltará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me trazendo flores e saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que trará isto ou a eternidade ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da partida não esperada !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-3681756210791698874?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3681756210791698874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=3681756210791698874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/3681756210791698874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/3681756210791698874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/outono-de-meu-amor.html' title='OUTONO DE MEU AMOR'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SASv9BpggtI/AAAAAAAAEME/z54x9hKZj-Q/s72-c/122163935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-122062673016763592</id><published>2008-04-10T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T06:13:53.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECEBI ESTE POEMA DE JORGE , RIO , EM MEU LIVRO DE VISITAS , FIQUEI MUITO FELIZ , OBRIGADA AMIGO , VOLTE SEMPRE PARA ME TRAZER TUA SENSIBILIDADE</title><content type='html'>De: &lt;a title="mailto:naoresponder@lemon.com.br" href="mailto:naoresponder@lemon.com.br"&gt;naoresponder@lemon.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecha: 04/10/08 07:07:34&lt;br /&gt;Para: &lt;a title="mailto:swrichtat@terra.com.br" href="mailto:swrichtat@terra.com.br"&gt;swrichtat@terra.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asunto: ARTE É VIDA - Mensagem Adicionada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADOS ADICIONADOS:&lt;br /&gt;===== ============&lt;br /&gt;Nome: Jorge&lt;br /&gt;E-Mail: &lt;a title="mailto:apegaua@yahoo.co.br" href="mailto:apegaua@yahoo.co.br"&gt;apegaua@yahoo.co.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Page:&lt;br /&gt;Cidade: Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;Estado: RJ&lt;br /&gt;Pais: Brazil&lt;br /&gt;IP: 200.227.70.117&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentarios:&lt;br /&gt;COMUNICAÇÃO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um caderno. Uma caneta.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;É o meu jeito de comunicar.&lt;br /&gt;Poemas, versos, estrofes, imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Um modo meigo de tratar.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles por quem sentimos paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um aprendiz de poeta que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Tentando passar, o que tento ser.&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as incoerências.&lt;br /&gt;Que não consigo me firmar.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos libertos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de dizer.&lt;br /&gt;De fazer, de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invadindo o momento.&lt;br /&gt;Divagações passageiras.&lt;br /&gt;Que consigo na mente prender.&lt;br /&gt;Transpasso para onde posso ver.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida, uma história, um prazer.&lt;br /&gt;De ti conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Através desse poema.&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho certeza, vai ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-122062673016763592?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/122062673016763592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=122062673016763592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/122062673016763592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/122062673016763592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/recebi-este-poema-de-jorge-rio-em-meu.html' title='RECEBI ESTE POEMA DE JORGE , RIO , EM MEU LIVRO DE VISITAS , FIQUEI MUITO FELIZ , OBRIGADA AMIGO , VOLTE SEMPRE PARA ME TRAZER TUA SENSIBILIDADE'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721167443814200513.post-1070254878216246116</id><published>2008-04-09T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:50:51.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA NOITE DIFERENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/R_2p1TprD6I/AAAAAAAAEIs/M6SOmtSkeug/s1600-h/Femme181111111111111111111.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187489079073902498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/R_2p1TprD6I/AAAAAAAAEIs/M6SOmtSkeug/s400/Femme181111111111111111111.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma noite diferente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;em uma sensação gostosa , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de estar sozinha num espaço novo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentindo uma privacidade peculiar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;muito bom sentir assim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;num momento assim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a vida fluir e vir ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trazendo doces tempestades ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma chuva que começa , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que se lança nesta noite assim ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me acompanha serenamente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me dá uma paz indescritível ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sendo uma parte deste universo tão imenso ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentindo nele o meu doce berço ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o meu nascer , meu viver e minha saudade . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eternidade !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tudo tão à vontade ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui , é tudo verdade , a maior de todas as verdades ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha indomável saudade !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daquela jovialidade que o tempo memorizou ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calou e congelou na eternidade de meus tempos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De minhas improvisadas acrobacias e vôos em melodias ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De asas inteiras e fugidias , buscando desde lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A liberdade que perderia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas retomaria ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em fascinante sinfonia .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3721167443814200513-1070254878216246116?l=aquariussandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1070254878216246116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3721167443814200513&amp;postID=1070254878216246116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/1070254878216246116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3721167443814200513/posts/default/1070254878216246116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/2008/04/uma-noite-diferente.html' title='UMA NOITE DIFERENTE'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/R_2p1TprD6I/AAAAAAAAEIs/M6SOmtSkeug/s72-c/Femme181111111111111111111.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
