tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72682973243827033632012-02-08T22:08:06.054-03:00...Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.comBlogger771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-57119218151763838972012-01-18T04:08:00.001-03:002012-01-18T04:09:46.182-03:00Amor...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idCkP_IA6zA/TxZvmPhoCuI/AAAAAAAACKE/OnSJnbmiyt8/s1600/faremossol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idCkP_IA6zA/TxZvmPhoCuI/AAAAAAAACKE/OnSJnbmiyt8/s400/faremossol.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5711921815176383897?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-149317145091772962012-01-06T12:45:00.002-03:002012-01-06T13:13:48.189-03:00Teu sorriso...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRpe5EFn-M8/TwcVljUSSQI/AAAAAAAACJ8/bN76FlboJQE/s1600/reinado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRpe5EFn-M8/TwcVljUSSQI/AAAAAAAACJ8/bN76FlboJQE/s320/reinado.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">A tua graça inebriante</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Vestígio de pura grandeza</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">O mundo inteiro faz curvar</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Pra o teu riso contemplar...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Menino Rei, o que ordenas?</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Desenha no muro, com giz</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Decreta que a vida é pequena</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Mas vale a pena ser feliz!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-14931714509177296?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-64712474064414413382011-12-24T12:03:00.005-03:002011-12-25T13:53:31.719-03:00EM ALGUM LUGAR...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fy7oqmSDbM4/TvXjUniAYaI/AAAAAAAACJc/mVF3FDkoJxU/s1600/natall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fy7oqmSDbM4/TvXjUniAYaI/AAAAAAAACJc/mVF3FDkoJxU/s400/natall.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Em algum lugar </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">existe</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Um vazio</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">belo e simples</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Onde possa caber</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">passarinhos...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Leves livros, borboletas,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Azul céu, Verde pinho...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Que&nbsp;conste&nbsp;de&nbsp;cores</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">a vida,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Que&nbsp;conste&nbsp;de luz</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">o caminho.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-6471247406441441338?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-83703855101469604002011-11-23T10:16:00.000-03:002011-11-23T10:16:03.526-03:00CAMINHOS...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZd79hpt7XM/TszxGAVUZAI/AAAAAAAACIA/S__GFkBedWE/s1600/PQAAALbIlvIvyvt1wN38baddaHUJ0MghudeOMNz0p-maNvgBd235cYUrO2gAW1hEzHGpR42TOcRq48HnCwgbtq1083QAm1T1UC_0WQSlYsygc4fOS41gGz_VeGb0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZd79hpt7XM/TszxGAVUZAI/AAAAAAAACIA/S__GFkBedWE/s400/PQAAALbIlvIvyvt1wN38baddaHUJ0MghudeOMNz0p-maNvgBd235cYUrO2gAW1hEzHGpR42TOcRq48HnCwgbtq1083QAm1T1UC_0WQSlYsygc4fOS41gGz_VeGb0.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Encontravam-se sóis</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">porém soturnos</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Sob um véu de sombras</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">informe, desmedido</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Vaga mente absolvida(os)</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Apenados</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Caminhavam infaustos,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">bem trajados...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8370385510146960400?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-47378746903344634462011-11-20T01:32:00.000-03:002011-11-20T01:32:54.422-03:00ALGO...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pDJRnUTl9s/TshtY28cgjI/AAAAAAAACHs/etxVkYzfswM/s1600/desafioespelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pDJRnUTl9s/TshtY28cgjI/AAAAAAAACHs/etxVkYzfswM/s400/desafioespelho.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Algo traduz-se</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Algo apela-se</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Neste vão,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">em desalinho</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Sóis&nbsp; escondem-se</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Caricaturas banais</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">desprendem lamentos</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Entre luas e ventos</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">O ignoto revela-se.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4737874690334463446?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-48009400961244275832011-10-18T11:57:00.002-03:002011-11-22T20:17:16.906-03:00Vida...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aiUcDEumcT8/TswtVk-gVSI/AAAAAAAACH4/23A6SnxhYJY/s1600/Sorriso_inocente_%252836%2529%255B3%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aiUcDEumcT8/TswtVk-gVSI/AAAAAAAACH4/23A6SnxhYJY/s320/Sorriso_inocente_%252836%2529%255B3%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Em céu aberto, a embalar manhãs</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ela&nbsp;sorri, vestida de vento...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Tem o coração cor de rosa,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Tem&nbsp;cheiro de rosa flor...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E uma doce ternura que a vida esteia.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Vestida de vento, ela sorri...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ilumina o céu de todas as manhãs,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Irradia felicidade em seus passos</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E a cada passo do vento </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ela sorri...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">e chama a vida pra brincar na areia.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4800940096124427583?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-32036107366465809222011-10-08T13:10:00.002-03:002011-10-08T19:34:25.948-03:00Reticências...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3o-PqdVw33g/TpBXzehlMVI/AAAAAAAACFU/KlgyKJGzqIc/s1600/PAAAAN4W_tqjW7jbO6agBCevrSWaAYx-fGJKXQIdYabvnkrHXI6XUT00Qv6Pj65dsvbjZyQ_5CqZk4tICjIev5xvGzgAm1T1ULRVH6Yw5_vo0c5DoLo-mihu3zX9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3o-PqdVw33g/TpBXzehlMVI/AAAAAAAACFU/KlgyKJGzqIc/s400/PAAAAN4W_tqjW7jbO6agBCevrSWaAYx-fGJKXQIdYabvnkrHXI6XUT00Qv6Pj65dsvbjZyQ_5CqZk4tICjIev5xvGzgAm1T1ULRVH6Yw5_vo0c5DoLo-mihu3zX9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Soprar no ar as sementes</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Soltar os rastros ao vento</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E&nbsp;nessa viagem fremente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Voar também pensamento. </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Inocentar a esperança,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Pulsar estradas, caminhos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ser manhãs, ser criança</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Reinventar passarinhos.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Arrebatar estações</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Desprender-se , defrontar</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ir além das ilusões...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Em&nbsp;constância&nbsp;concebida</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Dispersar-se pelo ar</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Como reticências de vida...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3203610736646580922?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-85967578082943760742011-04-01T15:13:00.002-03:002011-04-01T15:19:46.890-03:00Espera...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--H5zWfjGYQk/TZYJBCZvNLI/AAAAAAAACAA/T2yLnEEyPdM/s1600/OgAAAI-3zGjNyQBTKvMsRnm4m9ZUJCAFQcSvlhnEO8B2CwhriHz9H98-Pom3YYP_AMn-HroUsfuD4by4pyFrJurcqKQAm1T1UBcsKk_Xgbkdz4MZTZTju_p-N1U5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--H5zWfjGYQk/TZYJBCZvNLI/AAAAAAAACAA/T2yLnEEyPdM/s320/OgAAAI-3zGjNyQBTKvMsRnm4m9ZUJCAFQcSvlhnEO8B2CwhriHz9H98-Pom3YYP_AMn-HroUsfuD4by4pyFrJurcqKQAm1T1UBcsKk_Xgbkdz4MZTZTju_p-N1U5.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Se ao teu desalento, me despertas</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Como nuvens brancas que&nbsp;desprendem-se do céu</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Esquece as horas frias, encobertas</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">As horas incontáveis num papel</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Não me fales do teu passado triste</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Não me fales dos sonhos esvaídos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Existe vida neste coração, existe!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E um mundo inteiro a ser sobrevivido.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Anda! O tempo que pensavas findo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Recomeça. Permita-se vivê-lo!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Impeça a razão de não fazê-lo.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ainda que suponhas estar partindo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">A cor do céu parece distorcida</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E nela&nbsp;vê-se a tua&nbsp;sombra refletida.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8596757808294376074?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-84608873808094237962011-03-25T05:17:00.002-03:002011-03-25T05:43:42.660-03:00Vê...!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1HXpVw6anmU/TYxMdVSCx0I/AAAAAAAAB_8/UgDjAlGXfnY/s1600/OgAAAGlWoj5JJFr_k14suNpD0QxD-A5cWtBrAeX2XiZONU3-yKBAypNu7laa7ppyBMJemMtSw-imL6BRq6XXbS2Q_F4Am1T1UCoH09Bs3XAhus0l3tiQbdf6VXsl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1HXpVw6anmU/TYxMdVSCx0I/AAAAAAAAB_8/UgDjAlGXfnY/s320/OgAAAGlWoj5JJFr_k14suNpD0QxD-A5cWtBrAeX2XiZONU3-yKBAypNu7laa7ppyBMJemMtSw-imL6BRq6XXbS2Q_F4Am1T1UCoH09Bs3XAhus0l3tiQbdf6VXsl.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Vê...!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Os olhos sentem!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Irradiam os anseios do que há por vir...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Pressentem o apuro...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">de não querer sentir.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Vê...!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Os olhos mentem!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Silenciam as retinas diluídas...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Dissimulam, docemente,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">a dor que sentem.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8460887380809423796?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-16544563466643567202011-03-25T05:01:00.003-03:002011-03-25T05:22:42.537-03:00Momento...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFM1pNGL0pY/TYw9IX9x1eI/AAAAAAAAB_0/_-hsivrfZRw/s1600/OgAAAF0waVr0ainqu7jK0kKzMDUP-o4-0CiROrJfnQBXUyK2IIo7sYpOyDZjy97v8kYLF9ukYuMkMfozSZ4-vzz4AoYAm1T1UG72K8CiI_7aFhDLmJIZacPvuewj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFM1pNGL0pY/TYw9IX9x1eI/AAAAAAAAB_0/_-hsivrfZRw/s400/OgAAAF0waVr0ainqu7jK0kKzMDUP-o4-0CiROrJfnQBXUyK2IIo7sYpOyDZjy97v8kYLF9ukYuMkMfozSZ4-vzz4AoYAm1T1UG72K8CiI_7aFhDLmJIZacPvuewj.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">É um querer, maior do que vontade</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">É fome de apertar, mais que desejo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Querer de amor, sufoco de saudade</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Prender a&nbsp;tua boca no meu beijo.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">A noite lentamente a lua beija</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Abraça-a com sua longa veste escura</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Estrelas de enfeitar, o céu alveja</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Compartilhando da doce ternura</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Momento sem prevista duração</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Nós dois, em plena chuva, anoitecemos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">&nbsp;Segredos que comandam o coração</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Na escuridão nós nos reconhecemos.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-1654456346664356720?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-73794050771056065382011-02-10T16:37:00.003-03:002011-02-10T16:59:16.087-03:00Às margens do céu...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LzAXw3-xIpI/TVQ57iPYFaI/AAAAAAAAB90/XKDKNoJbygI/s1600/OQAAAGUmu6fuQ57vjRsmDMI2TqJmAEoN9Ukz4AuccSbFNqSHENJ9imz8xYuzlJRiSE51PFNNt9byrGM_TjIy1AnUJLUAm1T1UJ249hsjIq6aP0I4AWs1XcMVh3qg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LzAXw3-xIpI/TVQ57iPYFaI/AAAAAAAAB90/XKDKNoJbygI/s320/OQAAAGUmu6fuQ57vjRsmDMI2TqJmAEoN9Ukz4AuccSbFNqSHENJ9imz8xYuzlJRiSE51PFNNt9byrGM_TjIy1AnUJLUAm1T1UJ249hsjIq6aP0I4AWs1XcMVh3qg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E tu me acolheste com tua boca doce</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">com teu canto livre</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">com esse teu cheiro...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Deixaste-me banhar por entre os&nbsp;teus cabelos,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ouvir a canção que vem do paraíso...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E em&nbsp;tuas margens, percorrer caminhos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Terno dia branco, luz do meu sorriso.</span></em></strong><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Quero em tuas nuvens fazer-me teu ninho</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E voar na sombra de um passarinho.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-7379405077105606538?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-83553235409250441372011-01-31T00:31:00.003-03:002011-01-31T00:40:52.610-03:00Desencanto 2...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TUYk6_93f5I/AAAAAAAAB9s/l6LK8kRYo9Q/s1600/OgAAALj0Nx-mNyxVsURz9YKaCr_HudfJY9rLu-lMDw6RXEQIArw-qIi0eH4yIg4wyW69At9Y6mfqOSQMVZ8OkN8L38AAm1T1UNBImV-L6H56KtO2McnK5PsS9ytZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TUYk6_93f5I/AAAAAAAAB9s/l6LK8kRYo9Q/s320/OgAAALj0Nx-mNyxVsURz9YKaCr_HudfJY9rLu-lMDw6RXEQIArw-qIi0eH4yIg4wyW69At9Y6mfqOSQMVZ8OkN8L38AAm1T1UNBImV-L6H56KtO2McnK5PsS9ytZ.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">O caminho sempre esteve ali...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">As flores já haviam murchado,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">As horas...tão inconstantes.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">A rua ardia em luzes,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Um&nbsp;livro derrubado da estante...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Não aprendeu a voar...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Não sabe o que é cair...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Só fingia que dormia,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Por não querer existir.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />&nbsp;</span></em></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8355323540925044137?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-736549202732316702011-01-29T02:45:00.002-03:002011-01-29T02:48:53.886-03:00Desencanto...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TUOodqPz2RI/AAAAAAAAB9o/fEwQWwLXJ9g/s1600/OgAAALbiMPhQoDCuk7TbpPGNRH6TMk0vieLF45okzIMXU6UmDOct5rrInidy-7XiJ4lliaEQ-M8i7dK2VeKUi6bDPe0Am1T1UIfnpFGpXm3P2vViJFwJNES5uNHI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TUOodqPz2RI/AAAAAAAAB9o/fEwQWwLXJ9g/s320/OgAAALbiMPhQoDCuk7TbpPGNRH6TMk0vieLF45okzIMXU6UmDOct5rrInidy-7XiJ4lliaEQ-M8i7dK2VeKUi6bDPe0Am1T1UIfnpFGpXm3P2vViJFwJNES5uNHI.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Quando voltares e me veres em pranto</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Com os olhos doídos de tanto te&nbsp;esperar</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Embriagada em rever-te, encanto</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Apelo a meu recanto pra não mais chorar</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Canto o refrão que eu compus nos dias</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Banhados de sol, de vento e maresia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Pleno de amor... e por amar-te tanto</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Eis meu acalanto, eis minha agonia</span></em></strong><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">E quando eu me der conta da tua partida:</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Teclas arrastadas, notas esquecidas...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Recolho os dedos mudos, a alma naufragada</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">A&nbsp;impressão de que o amor&nbsp;em mim não&nbsp;vale nada.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-73654920273231670?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-33269916249878931442011-01-21T17:20:00.000-03:002011-01-21T17:20:05.959-03:00Carência...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TTnpsSgEWvI/AAAAAAAAB9M/-jeZAtJv4HI/s1600/VONTADEABRA%25C3%2587O.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TTnpsSgEWvI/AAAAAAAAB9M/-jeZAtJv4HI/s320/VONTADEABRA%25C3%2587O.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3326991624987893144?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-80696663314903180932011-01-09T17:43:00.002-03:002011-01-10T02:05:19.367-03:00Sem palavras...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TSodIlgGprI/AAAAAAAAB8g/byjzr-Btsds/s1600/pernas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TSodIlgGprI/AAAAAAAAB8g/byjzr-Btsds/s320/pernas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">A dança do amor</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">não se registra em palavras</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Resplandece</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">no encontro de almas</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">no bailar de corpos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">No caminhar de pernas</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">envolvidas no êxtase</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">de um estar dentro do outro.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8069666331490318093?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-52187819838870743572011-01-08T03:27:00.002-03:002011-01-09T00:21:03.821-03:00Vento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TSgC1bfIEQI/AAAAAAAAB8c/wi0t3PfGUiE/s1600/26123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TSgC1bfIEQI/AAAAAAAAB8c/wi0t3PfGUiE/s320/26123.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Vento que vem de mansinho</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">invade minh’alma... carinho</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">passeia, envolve, me abraça</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Descobre minhas vestes, faz graça</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Vento que os poros arrepia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">me embala, me canta poesia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">encanta, assobia, verseja...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ah vento que tanto peleja</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Decerto não sei de onde vens</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">mas sinto a força que tens</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Ah vento sereno, amigo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">me leva que eu vou contigo!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5218781983887074357?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-37640673901784341432011-01-03T02:04:00.000-03:002011-01-03T02:04:52.176-03:00Leva...<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TSFYSnNdbJI/AAAAAAAAB8A/bZZNqWI_RC4/s1600/pegadas-na-areia-i2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TSFYSnNdbJI/AAAAAAAAB8A/bZZNqWI_RC4/s320/pegadas-na-areia-i2.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Leva contigo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">onde fores,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Além de nuvens</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Orvalho que amanhece</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Leva contigo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Um céu</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Um sonho</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Uma prece.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3764067390178434143?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-841026550378187382010-12-31T14:24:00.000-03:002010-12-31T14:24:00.055-03:00Um brinde à vida!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TR4RHaeRedI/AAAAAAAAB7w/hw4En6uhW-E/s1600/aavida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TR4RHaeRedI/AAAAAAAAB7w/hw4En6uhW-E/s320/aavida.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Que brilhe a alegria incessante</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">De mais uma etapa vencida</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Que seja eterno este instante</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Que&nbsp;seja eterna a vida.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">À vida!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-84102655037818738?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-58945201420554413402010-12-27T02:15:00.000-03:002010-12-27T02:15:21.946-03:00Torpor...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TRge0k7u0uI/AAAAAAAAB7c/LXK3o0QKDnQ/s1600/Brita+Seifert+%2528aspettare%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TRge0k7u0uI/AAAAAAAAB7c/LXK3o0QKDnQ/s320/Brita+Seifert+%2528aspettare%2529.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Adormecem os olhos cansados...</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">e com eles os tempos rudes</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">que fincaram estadia no corpo.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Adormece a ânsia, a espera...</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">a esperança do dia que nunca veio</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">da pele nunca sentida, </span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">do afago, do beijo...do amor</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>&nbsp;</strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Adormece o amor já tão dorido</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">marcado na demência dos dias</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">de um tempo que passa </span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">e já não faz mais sentido.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><br /></div><em><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5894520142055441340?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-3476481024612353042010-12-27T01:48:00.000-03:002010-12-27T01:48:08.871-03:00Amigos Poetas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TRgZ1gEeodI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/M1BFf5BW0QU/s1600/rosa_livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TRgZ1gEeodI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/M1BFf5BW0QU/s320/rosa_livro.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>Relações que se criam</em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>Contatos que se cumprem</em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>Através de belas palavras</em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>rimas e risos se unem.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>Afagos que envolvem </em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>alongam as letras e os braços</em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>extinguem distâncias, espaços...</em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>abrem caminhos, descobrem.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>São sensíveis, são artistas</em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>de idéias e almas abertas.</em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>Emocionam, dramatizam...</em></strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>Que bom ter amigos poetas!</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>Belle Neves</em></strong></span></div><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-347648102461235304?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-39231259877390606942010-12-01T19:27:00.000-03:002010-12-01T19:27:03.101-03:00Bolhas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPbK2rvuhXI/AAAAAAAAB6o/884MdrYjhyk/s1600/bolhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPbK2rvuhXI/AAAAAAAAB6o/884MdrYjhyk/s320/bolhas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Num piscar de olhos... encantam</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Por alguns segundos apenas,</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vivem, brilham!... acalantam</span></em></strong><strong><br /><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Como um sopro de um poema</span></em></strong>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3923125987739060694?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-40615157092708874752010-12-01T18:01:00.000-03:002010-12-01T18:01:11.562-03:00Esperança<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPa3eyKbmFI/AAAAAAAAB6k/KpnGwRfjn6c/s1600/mundosemcor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPa3eyKbmFI/AAAAAAAAB6k/KpnGwRfjn6c/s320/mundosemcor.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4061515709270887475?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-35925792320473010612010-12-01T17:59:00.004-03:002010-12-01T17:59:58.566-03:00Vazio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPa3PBy1djI/AAAAAAAAB6g/JfNFwUxM7N4/s1600/espa%25C3%25A7ovazio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPa3PBy1djI/AAAAAAAAB6g/JfNFwUxM7N4/s320/espa%25C3%25A7ovazio.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3592579232047301061?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-3251126375724423532010-12-01T17:59:00.000-03:002010-12-01T17:59:05.478-03:00Escuta...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPa27Jz_gdI/AAAAAAAAB6c/NELP5tC8x50/s1600/olhos+falam.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPa27Jz_gdI/AAAAAAAAB6c/NELP5tC8x50/s320/olhos+falam.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-325112637572442353?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-56402139350102594652010-12-01T17:52:00.000-03:002010-12-01T17:52:41.337-03:00Escondes?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPa1VpaCHFI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/U2uTIHsF_pI/s1600/escreveFoto-4c92f577e32d0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TPa1VpaCHFI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/U2uTIHsF_pI/s320/escreveFoto-4c92f577e32d0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5640213935010259465?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-49427133623183141202010-09-25T18:33:00.006-03:002010-11-24T16:22:10.989-03:00Resiliência<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520969520130367298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TJ5shvchH0I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/_utfREMGMbY/s400/venda.jpeg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 289px;" /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #006600;">Há um silêncio ardendo nos meus olhos<br />que pouco me inquieta... que mais me acaricia<br />Um leve sentimento que desperta...<br />e me reverte a dor... anestesia.<br /><br />Há uma escuridão que me sustenta<br />que pouco me amedronta...que mais me alivia<br />transporta os meus anseios e aponta<br />motivos que renascem a cada dia.<br /><br />Há um canto...<br />Há um vento...<br />E em cada canto uma verdade, um fim.<br /><br />Dos meus limites invento uma cor...<br />Há um arco-íris dentro de mim!<br /><br />Belle Neves<span id="goog_118874511"></span><span id="goog_118874512"></span></span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4942713362318314120?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-91472374230767181142010-09-17T01:39:00.003-03:002010-09-17T01:47:36.476-03:00Alento...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TJLytsxCzAI/AAAAAAAAB3A/T-z2tMh_BmE/s1600/escreveFoto-4c92f0f0d2c312.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517739360407178242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TJLytsxCzAI/AAAAAAAAB3A/T-z2tMh_BmE/s400/escreveFoto-4c92f0f0d2c312.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-9147237423076718114?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-66982939483945477242010-09-17T00:43:00.003-03:002010-09-17T00:56:29.962-03:00Voa!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TJLm20h2DjI/AAAAAAAAB24/t-9T-Sq7ve8/s1600/escreveFoto-4c92e552b443e2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517726322970201650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TJLm20h2DjI/AAAAAAAAB24/t-9T-Sq7ve8/s400/escreveFoto-4c92e552b443e2.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TJLl0XCgVxI/AAAAAAAAB2w/vGKlZcQMMOA/s1600/escreveFoto-4c92e552b443e.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-6698293948394547724?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-55140794268063308792010-08-06T20:28:00.004-03:002010-08-06T22:31:08.104-03:00Brilha!<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TFyhH9N_tRI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Ya8_f8AXQ80/s1600/OgAAAD-7HKzv_EO4OxQZDnfMo2f1Z_xxVuVDUKHsa2eFTMcRAnhYQlGmBCYHOkl77Ag2QiVDOSdzwe3aWhl-4CUAhZgAm1T1ULBeGaTEh8-Vlbn9-0tXLCfAbIGY.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502450002804323602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/TFyhH9N_tRI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Ya8_f8AXQ80/s400/OgAAAD-7HKzv_EO4OxQZDnfMo2f1Z_xxVuVDUKHsa2eFTMcRAnhYQlGmBCYHOkl77Ag2QiVDOSdzwe3aWhl-4CUAhZgAm1T1ULBeGaTEh8-Vlbn9-0tXLCfAbIGY.jpg" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Brilha com alegria<br />Suave e plena<br />Ao amanhecer<br />Gota pequena<br /><br />Brilha ao nascer<br />De cada dia<br />Caminhos enredados<br />Alivia<br /><br />Brilha como eterna<br />Fosse a vida<br />E cada instante teu<br />Grão de poesia.<br /><br />Belle Neves<br /></span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5514079426806330879?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-35326554691505317812010-05-05T23:09:00.003-03:002010-05-07T17:11:23.311-03:00Ausência<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S-IlSwJqGgI/AAAAAAAABzg/DV2UOVJS0QI/s1600/piano.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467973901674486274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S-IlSwJqGgI/AAAAAAAABzg/DV2UOVJS0QI/s400/piano.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Calmo é o silêncio<br />intangível dos teclados<br />Mas não o som dos teus passos<br />Que ressoa em meus ouvidos<br /><br />Calmo é o teu corpo<br />contornado no vestido<br />mas não a tua ausência<br />que estremece no meu peito<br /><br />Calma é a quietude<br />desse instante que adormece<br />mas não a tua existência<br />que atormenta o meus sentidos<br /><br />Bendita calma<br />que eterniza minha agonia...<br />Torna-me calmaria!<br /><br />Belle Neves</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3532655469150531781?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-22120956671106474972010-05-05T23:07:00.001-03:002010-05-05T23:09:01.623-03:00Grão de areia<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S-Iko7sqYHI/AAAAAAAABzY/fnM0Yrt7168/s1600/graodeareia.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467973183219589234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S-Iko7sqYHI/AAAAAAAABzY/fnM0Yrt7168/s400/graodeareia.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-2212095667110647497?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-44556742372815577612010-05-05T23:00:00.001-03:002010-05-05T23:06:54.726-03:00Silêncio<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S-IkBHLqGHI/AAAAAAAABzQ/azDJsBQwzI0/s1600/escreveFoto-4bdf0fab07921.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467972499107616882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S-IkBHLqGHI/AAAAAAAABzQ/azDJsBQwzI0/s400/escreveFoto-4bdf0fab07921.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4455674237281557761?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-26698861951369325062010-03-20T16:44:00.007-03:002010-03-20T16:53:05.402-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S6UmNAsGjuI/AAAAAAAABxE/Ds38I161T4s/s1600-h/deserto01.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450804928966987490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S6UmNAsGjuI/AAAAAAAABxE/Ds38I161T4s/s400/deserto01.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Nudez esfacelada<br />Véu de alma rasgada...<br /><br />Couro de mulher<br />que ventre e seios persistem<br />que ainda é galho que rama<br /><br />E embora seco de seiva<br />Retém o sal, o sol...<br />O acre suspiro da vida.<br /><br />Belle Neves<br />20/03/2010</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-2669886195136932506?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-32698594452813351012010-02-21T10:44:00.002-03:002010-02-21T10:55:38.351-03:00Restaram nuvens...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S4E6qCNaMRI/AAAAAAAABwM/qdSGPfbdn4E/s1600-h/Mulher+chorando+deitada+sobre+flores+na+RELVA_.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440694318662299922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S4E6qCNaMRI/AAAAAAAABwM/qdSGPfbdn4E/s400/Mulher+chorando+deitada+sobre+flores+na+RELVA_.jpg" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"> Perdi o azul<br />Que enfeitava o cenário de encantos<br /><br />Chorei estrelas<br />Que pulsaram no fervor das noites<br /><br />Adiei os passos<br />Das palavras cobertas de enganos<br /><br />Restaram nuvens<br />Do céu que me prometeste.<br /><br />Belle Neves<br /></span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3269859445281335101?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-8326216993711134202010-02-11T01:18:00.001-03:002010-02-11T01:19:13.918-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S3OFMH9XwrI/AAAAAAAABwE/8BnQMrmtLis/s1600-h/navegar2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436835618507702962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S3OFMH9XwrI/AAAAAAAABwE/8BnQMrmtLis/s400/navegar2.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-832621699371113420?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-72912288818024925002010-02-01T23:05:00.003-03:002010-02-01T23:19:31.411-03:00Espelho d'alma<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S2eJBgeHxFI/AAAAAAAABvk/0uiLpY5ONNM/s1600-h/OgAAAN2Zr5VPSsdTqsQBgccfi1Ho_-KD6f__h97lAE251KnthV6P2Ngg4_C3H2rCqVI51R-v-AN_YsvI_K15reRGAqsAm1T1UMhzRRiSUMIIIfyWs3kKrEpZ_o88.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433462134434939986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S2eJBgeHxFI/AAAAAAAABvk/0uiLpY5ONNM/s400/OgAAAN2Zr5VPSsdTqsQBgccfi1Ho_-KD6f__h97lAE251KnthV6P2Ngg4_C3H2rCqVI51R-v-AN_YsvI_K15reRGAqsAm1T1UMhzRRiSUMIIIfyWs3kKrEpZ_o88.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Espelho d’água<br />espelho d’alma<br /><br />Assiste ao medo do olhar contido<br />Confronta dores<br />Testemunha ardores...<br /><br />Forjada solidez de vidro<br />Que outrora era felicidade<br />Hoje reflete em prantos, a saudade.<br /><br />Belle Neves </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-7291228881802492500?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-39615861500480867192010-01-29T01:49:00.009-03:002010-10-06T01:02:47.930-03:00Viver Palavras...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S2JppDKoY-I/AAAAAAAABuQ/Mu67UopnBv8/s1600-h/OgAAAIWiKFmlGyl5210gMBk0mNQbJEOszal2LQlW-qVZLbglITReSgsj6L2JqE6N-WCXoyafQiTM6ASIrQdkMhPTna4Am1T1UMKjy7xW6jEg77W_iPLuLVMSzWAq.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432020254507688930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S2JppDKoY-I/AAAAAAAABuQ/Mu67UopnBv8/s400/OgAAAIWiKFmlGyl5210gMBk0mNQbJEOszal2LQlW-qVZLbglITReSgsj6L2JqE6N-WCXoyafQiTM6ASIrQdkMhPTna4Am1T1UMKjy7xW6jEg77W_iPLuLVMSzWAq.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Viver palavras...<br />Nas estrofes ler tuas veias<br />teus sinais, tuas teias<br />Dizer-te o amor não dito<br />Costurar-te em meus escritos<br /><br />Encher o meu pensamento<br />com a imagem do teu corpo<br />Tirar-te do teu conforto<br />Imolar-te ao meu tormento<br /><br />Levar-te como um perverso<br />Ao meu delírio, todo dia...<br />É a minha estranha mania<br />De escrever-te os meus versos.<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3961586150048086719?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-44396694027135105262010-01-22T04:39:00.003-03:002010-01-22T04:56:28.756-03:00Lampejos...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S1lW8gK6ISI/AAAAAAAABtg/L6v4mLZxKso/s1600-h/vermelho.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429466423199670562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S1lW8gK6ISI/AAAAAAAABtg/L6v4mLZxKso/s400/vermelho.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Manejos de um corpo<br />Ornado em desejos<br />Lampejos... de fogo<br />Encantos sobejos<br /><br />Das morenas pomas<br />Amenas, pequenas<br />Emanam aromas<br />Figuram poemas<br /><br />Provida de olhares<br />A imagem insinua<br />Decotes, colares<br />Fêmea seminua<br /><br />Um corpo em silêncio<br />Que encobre segredos<br />Desperta vontades ...<br />Não quer ser brinquedo.<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4439669402713510526?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-38113073551918951022010-01-13T02:03:00.004-03:002010-01-13T02:17:31.049-03:00Siga-me...<strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S01XEPRhkNI/AAAAAAAABtQ/QpM74RXRag0/s1600-h/placacora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426088856382443730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/S01XEPRhkNI/AAAAAAAABtQ/QpM74RXRag0/s400/placacora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Siga-me<br />Pelo cheiro<br />Pelo meu doce tempero<br /><br />Pelo canto, pelo tanto<br />Pelo encanto, suor<br />Por entre imagens, espelhos<br />Pelos pêlos, cabelos...<br /><br />Por horizontes que findam<br />a cada dia em flor...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br />Não, eu não tenho placas<br />sou implacavelmente amor!<br /><br />Belle Neves<br /></span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3811307355191895102?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-42798055869742178042010-01-13T01:08:00.003-03:002011-01-21T17:24:27.715-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjwkKqlDbsU/S9clS-A6VjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yGBco-TgIJg/s640/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjwkKqlDbsU/S9clS-A6VjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yGBco-TgIJg/s320/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #006600;">Devagar<br />Fecha teus olhos<br />e vem comigo...<br /><br />Vem sonhar nos meus braços<br />O tempo que não nos deu o amor.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #006600;"><br /></span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4279805586974217804?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-53364091951811185972009-12-29T08:55:00.002-03:002009-12-29T08:59:49.470-03:00Mais um ano termina!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Sznu6bzEJXI/AAAAAAAABro/LuEBdM2uAbc/s1600-h/OgAAADBRtqhjghHlXjsOmvrcVNUkrlY-iQO8bHOWUTY-G2b0Pklo83b8kpXJV3kji3jASrKIIp2lbm6eKiPcLsx7ZWMAm1T1UMqZOO1wtUG_wBFbxLEOxcOHjgQw.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420626314178864498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Sznu6bzEJXI/AAAAAAAABro/LuEBdM2uAbc/s400/OgAAADBRtqhjghHlXjsOmvrcVNUkrlY-iQO8bHOWUTY-G2b0Pklo83b8kpXJV3kji3jASrKIIp2lbm6eKiPcLsx7ZWMAm1T1UMqZOO1wtUG_wBFbxLEOxcOHjgQw.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Barulho de fogos rompendo<br />Cornetas, apitos, buzinas!<br />Papéis picotados e soltos<br />São confetes, serpentinas!<br /><br />No sentimento a esperança<br />Ou tristeza repentina<br />Ao se lembrar do passado<br />Repetindo igual rotina<br /><br />“Viva um dia de cada vez!”<br />É o que a vida nos ensina...<br />E o tempo passa correndo<br />Mais um ano que termina!<br /><br />Sonhar e realizar<br />Os nossos sonhos, é a sina!<br />À todos prosperidade<br />Saúde e Bênção Divina!<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5336409195181118597?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-58217156970606223182009-12-28T23:51:00.002-03:002009-12-28T23:54:35.953-03:00É só amor...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SzlvHMnN6eI/AAAAAAAABrg/11NAu32ww6k/s1600-h/fff.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420485795952585186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SzlvHMnN6eI/AAAAAAAABrg/11NAu32ww6k/s400/fff.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">É só olhar nos teus olhos<br />e enxergar meu destino...<br /><br />É só ouvir tua voz<br />e a felicidade sonhar...<br /><br />É só sentir o teu cheiro<br />e me perder em desatino...<br /><br />É só pensar em ti...<br />e minha vida elevar...<br /><br />É só amor... é só amar!<br /><br />Belle Neves </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5821715697060622318?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-84986679201291048452009-12-23T17:38:00.010-03:002009-12-23T18:08:29.009-03:00Tempo de Natal<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SzKAsFH3fJI/AAAAAAAABqw/XYkRgkz9JRE/s1600-h/dimensionssv6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418534796457901202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SzKAsFH3fJI/AAAAAAAABqw/XYkRgkz9JRE/s400/dimensionssv6.jpg" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Que o presente seja a vida!<br />A felicidade! O abraço fraternal!<br />Que a paz e o amor reinem unidos<br />Neste tempo de Natal!<br /><br />Aos amigos que enfeitam, encantam,<br />Versam sonhos, caminhos de luz...<br />Que seja constante a presença<br />Da palavra e bênção de Jesus!<br /><br />Aqui deixo solenemente<br />Registrada minha alegria<br />Em partilhar com tão boa gente<br />Instantes de minha poesia!<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8498667920129104845?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-77967738899368850712009-12-11T05:22:00.004-03:002009-12-18T14:59:44.212-03:00O quarto elemento<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SyIDHttS2TI/AAAAAAAABqY/W4fq08PcaK0/s1600-h/OgAAAPCdW99yzJMPH3jMKFmU2Q9uEQeCgUSW1yy0Nw8ea5jHXm-_0uRT-t0cwPW8JkwQKUPDCVtK_ULE4XCmCVdqW-kAm1T1UPzzDAHBCZSe_pozvJeBV_t6wtwy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413893133116299570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SyIDHttS2TI/AAAAAAAABqY/W4fq08PcaK0/s400/OgAAAPCdW99yzJMPH3jMKFmU2Q9uEQeCgUSW1yy0Nw8ea5jHXm-_0uRT-t0cwPW8JkwQKUPDCVtK_ULE4XCmCVdqW-kAm1T1UPzzDAHBCZSe_pozvJeBV_t6wtwy.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">São três elementos unidos:<br />A terra, a água, o ar<br />Reservam segredos, sentidos,<br />Paixões ancoradas em mar.<br /><br />Areias , em grãos, traçam versos<br />As ondas rimam em harmonia<br />O vento sussurra professo...<br />Anunciam o nascer da poesia!<br /><br />Belle Neves </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-7796773889936885071?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-89864806758040240202009-11-30T18:05:00.003-03:002009-11-30T18:47:34.911-03:00Mãos dadas...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SxQ8-vKWUyI/AAAAAAAABqE/kNjjYrQ1er0/s1600/MaosDadasComFlor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410016100888236834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SxQ8-vKWUyI/AAAAAAAABqE/kNjjYrQ1er0/s400/MaosDadasComFlor.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Dedos se encostam<br />Se enlaçam<br />Uniformemente se abraçam<br /><br />Tornam-se palmas<br />Atam sentidos<br />Oram unidos<br />Acolhem, acalmam...<br /><br />Iniciam contatos<br />Direcionam caminhos...<br /><br />Supõem a certeza<br />De não estarmos sozinhos.<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8986480675804024020?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-26176735691235993612009-11-27T15:47:00.003-03:002009-11-27T16:13:35.926-03:00Sem inspiração...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SxAkpRjHE8I/AAAAAAAABp8/Xf9ev3e3G9w/s1600/LeszekKowalski.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408863443975869378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SxAkpRjHE8I/AAAAAAAABp8/Xf9ev3e3G9w/s400/LeszekKowalski.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Censuraram minhas idéias<br />Cassaram meus pensamentos<br />Deturparam meus segredos...<br />Descaminho sem alento.<br /><br />Tudo parece disperso<br />Sem entusiasmo , esmoreço<br />Tentando criar algum verso....<br />Não vejo sentido, emudeço.<br /><br />Sem expressão de sentimentos<br />A vida parece vazia...<br />Onde estão meus pensamentos?<br />Devolvam a minha poesia!<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-2617673569123599361?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-51370623283657893152009-11-19T15:23:00.003-03:002009-11-24T04:27:51.198-03:00Versos de espera<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SwuKdlMxipI/AAAAAAAABp0/F23Th_dRzCI/s1600/c21.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407568018394942098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SwuKdlMxipI/AAAAAAAABp0/F23Th_dRzCI/s400/c21.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SwWOLJH-k_I/AAAAAAAABps/KFFPN_41sng/s1600/chuva.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Eis aqui o meu momento – este chão de pedra encharcado<br />De onde germinam instantes de gotas bordadas em esfera<br /><br />Eis aqui a minha fala – este canteiro de lágrimas<br />Caídas no vão compassadas em tons de rima severa<br /><br />Eis aqui minha estação – este terreno de inverno<br />florido em trilhos de pranto, quisera fazer primavera<br /><br />Eis aqui o meu destino – este caminho de mar turvo<br />Imenso jardim de quimeras traçado em versos de espera.<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5137062328365789315?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-18983008719947978352009-11-16T02:38:00.002-03:002009-11-16T02:41:42.898-03:00Instantes<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SwDl8VWn1RI/AAAAAAAABpk/D0nN3Tg79rM/s1600/iluminada.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404572377531536658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SwDl8VWn1RI/AAAAAAAABpk/D0nN3Tg79rM/s400/iluminada.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Bela é a insanidade do desejo<br />De alcançar o que não vejo!<br /><br />Absorve-me a crença<br />de poder viver o instante<br />do tempo que ainda não veio<br />Com a certeza radiante<br />que ele manifestará<br />da dimensão em que se esconde...<br /><br />Quando?<br />Onde?<br /><br />Belle Neves </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-1898300871994797835?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-33218087383226608392009-11-09T13:18:00.004-03:002009-11-09T13:59:56.454-03:00Lembranças<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SvhHhG7AbcI/AAAAAAAABpU/vxd3iI3sy7w/s1600-h/OgAAAA11SL9h7B9DaW_DKESo9ktt12RmmAMQ3frNF_b3sWvWAL-hWITiSQz8pxEF2fBfOpTsdGn7yxmAYoUyPlyYyFcAm1T1UHl5cav-aOgQ-ek2JZT4IGyrjIGF.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402146387150269890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SvhHhG7AbcI/AAAAAAAABpU/vxd3iI3sy7w/s400/OgAAAA11SL9h7B9DaW_DKESo9ktt12RmmAMQ3frNF_b3sWvWAL-hWITiSQz8pxEF2fBfOpTsdGn7yxmAYoUyPlyYyFcAm1T1UHl5cav-aOgQ-ek2JZT4IGyrjIGF.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Fecha a janela de fora<br />E ouve o mar que dentro escorre...<br />Naufraga o coração de meus segredos<br />Invade veias,<br />Percorre acervos...<br /><br />Desvenda, a lua, o silêncio abrigado no peito <br />Reveste imagens...<br />E no céu percorre estradas,<br />Constrói sinais... pulsam estrelas,<br /><br />Redescobre-se a calma.<br /><br />Constelações versam teu rosto...<br />Universo de teu corpo...<br /><br />Lembranças de ti em minh'alma.<br /></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3321808738322660839?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-59098353985173943162009-11-06T02:17:00.003-03:002009-11-06T02:29:49.238-03:00Perfume dos teus olhos<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SvOz-7hWn7I/AAAAAAAABos/yU6iFobITPo/s1600-h/pensar.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400858271858204594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SvOz-7hWn7I/AAAAAAAABos/yU6iFobITPo/s400/pensar.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">O vento sopra de leve<br />a noite escura esfria<br />a brisa mansa , cheirosa...<br /><br />E eu, que também morria<br />de saudades, agonia<br />contemplava minha rosa<br />tão vermelha, tão formosa<br />tão amada, mas jazia...<br /><br />Arrancada ao fim do dia<br />cheia de amor, foi me dada<br />imponente, perfumada,<br />das mãos do meu bem amado<br />com os olhos encantados<br />que a ora, já partia...<br /><br />E eu, que também morria<br />de saudades, agonia<br />a olhava tão vistosa...<br /><br />quanto mais olhava a rosa<br />mais os teus olhos eu via! </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5909835398517394316?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-89229174863253903682009-11-03T23:23:00.010-03:002010-05-08T01:33:39.739-03:00Faces<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SvDmJBeMQII/AAAAAAAABoY/7Uau4r6J4Yk/s1600-h/m%C3%A1scara2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400068995905503362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SvDmJBeMQII/AAAAAAAABoY/7Uau4r6J4Yk/s400/m%C3%A1scara2.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Que entre em cena o mascarado!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Manhoso de artimanhas e disfarces</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Que aqui - se eu ficasse -</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Cauteloso estaria.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Cá eu vivo nesse impasse</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">de rever à qual das faces</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Ele se revelaria.<br /><br />Belle Neves<br /><br /></span></em>" O homem quase nada diz quando fala em seu nome, dêem-lhe uma máscara, e ele dirá a verdade." (Oscar Wilde) </strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8922917486325390368?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-17254181410116009032009-11-02T20:02:00.006-03:002009-11-03T23:43:44.042-03:00Caminhos...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Su9pugNudMI/AAAAAAAABoQ/XiZb36B6MPs/s1600-h/2596656.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399650725882918082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Su9pugNudMI/AAAAAAAABoQ/XiZb36B6MPs/s400/2596656.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Su9mWnQG8iI/AAAAAAAABoI/cxSAKN9Bg7Q/s1600-h/2596656.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Porque tu choras, menino?<br />O que te aconteceu?<br />Quem foi que em desatino<br />Fez molhar os olhos teus?<br /><br />Porque tamanha tristeza<br />Em teu tão cândido rosto?<br />Porque tua voz é tão presa?<br />Me diz, qual é o teu desgosto?<br /><br />Por trás da porta cinzenta<br />Tão suja e sem fechadura<br />Triste menino sustenta<br />Resquícios de uma vida dura<br /><br />Então da fresta, com medo<br />Mas com olhar de esperança<br />Quis confessar seu segredo<br />Me disse a boa criança:<br /><br />-Quero esperar, eu preciso,<br />Alguém que possa dizer :<br />Para encontrar meu sorriso<br />Por quais caminhos percorrer?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-1725418141011600903?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-72578710363529419662009-10-31T18:36:00.006-03:002011-04-01T15:51:35.330-03:00Malas<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Suy0paTQVBI/AAAAAAAABoA/ei_BQali5Uc/s1600-h/1922248.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398888676838102034" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Suy0paTQVBI/AAAAAAAABoA/ei_BQali5Uc/s400/1922248.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 365px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">E ficaram ali, encostadas...</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">paradas no tempo</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">intocadas.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">No pensamento, a dúvida</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">da partida , da não ida.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">No peito aceso a ânsia</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">do desejo... o medo.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">No olhar... a imagem</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">guardada no computador.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">No coração, a certeza</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">De ir ao encontro do amor.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">Belle Neves</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-7257871036352941966?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-83199810329417925352009-10-31T17:06:00.008-03:002010-02-11T00:56:48.039-03:00Vem...?!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SuyZqHsQGvI/AAAAAAAABn4/SBRjghyZ_eM/s1600-h/vampira.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398859002208590578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SuyZqHsQGvI/AAAAAAAABn4/SBRjghyZ_eM/s400/vampira.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Vem aqui perto de mim...<br />Pega na minha mão...<br />Sente o querer entre os dedos<br />encravados nas unhas de sangue...<br /><br />Perdoe, amor<br />Te quero tanto...<br />Tanto...e maior</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">... que o vermelho<br />que escorre em teu corpo.<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br />(Homenagem ao dia 31.10...Dia das Bruxas malvadinhas...rs)</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8319981032941792535?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-6531810725874301812009-10-27T11:24:00.005-03:002009-10-27T12:25:08.801-03:00Hoje não quero pensar...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SucMX3QeG6I/AAAAAAAABnw/DvjvF_lXeGc/s1600-h/estrada+sem+sol.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397296282536385442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SucMX3QeG6I/AAAAAAAABnw/DvjvF_lXeGc/s400/estrada+sem+sol.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br />Hoje não quero pensar em ti!<br />Preciso me despir de pensamentos<br />De palavras que compõem teu verso<br />De toda escrita , toda imagem<br />Das rimas de tua poesia<br />Já não cabe...<br />Já não cabe em mim tanta agonia<br />Nem ar no meu peito cabe...<br />Me sufoca, me ansia</span></em></strong></div><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><div align="center"><br />O coração desafina...<br />Os olhos inundam, aflitos...<br /> Os sentimentos incitam... </div><div align="center">A lembrança desafia...<br /><br />...O pensamento insiste<br />Tua imagem ainda existe!<br /><br />Ah, essa saudade...!<br />A saudade sempre resiste!<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-653181072587430181?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-45227077346502023862009-10-27T01:01:00.003-03:002009-10-27T01:19:45.911-03:00Diz-me...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SuZ0zsYhSmI/AAAAAAAABno/Wc1aqM6l0N0/s1600-h/OQAAAP2VY77-eJolPSwpVN5ZoelNn_WIjDXquaUQZiGVAwX1z3ncWdM7Hkkmhgp9hX4S6VhL-hwAc1awl0acIoph5M8Am1T1UF7CMkDpyRN7mFu4FY3uBXNXd93Z.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397129634886273634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SuZ0zsYhSmI/AAAAAAAABno/Wc1aqM6l0N0/s400/OQAAAP2VY77-eJolPSwpVN5ZoelNn_WIjDXquaUQZiGVAwX1z3ncWdM7Hkkmhgp9hX4S6VhL-hwAc1awl0acIoph5M8Am1T1UF7CMkDpyRN7mFu4FY3uBXNXd93Z.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SuZyyg5ViEI/AAAAAAAABng/5u_212pMn8g/s1600-h/OQAAAP2VY77-eJolPSwpVN5ZoelNn_WIjDXquaUQZiGVAwX1z3ncWdM7Hkkmhgp9hX4S6VhL-hwAc1awl0acIoph5M8Am1T1UF7CMkDpyRN7mFu4FY3uBXNXd93Z.jpg"></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Diz-me do lume<br />De pálido alado<br />De branco trajado<br />De raro perfume...<br /><br />Diz-me do faro<br />Que ora ilumina<br />Acolhe, atina<br />Nas dores que saro...<br /><br />Diz-me do manto<br />Que envolve invisível<br />Sereno, sensível<br />Reverte-me o pranto...<br /><br />Diz-me de tudo<br />ao que leve me entrego<br />Tão breve que cego<br />Tão grande que mudo...<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4522707734650202386?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-67769231448379298142009-10-25T06:34:00.004-03:002009-10-25T06:52:42.063-03:00Sintomas<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SuQfuW5Yx-I/AAAAAAAABnY/BkSpeNCjIZQ/s1600-h/gr%C3%A1vida+de+amor.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396473134777419746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SuQfuW5Yx-I/AAAAAAAABnY/BkSpeNCjIZQ/s320/gr%C3%A1vida+de+amor.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/SuQefsycU8I/AAAAAAAABnQ/9OhmIIyWS04/s1600-h/1233892949_volupia.jpg"></a><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br />Brilho nos olhos<br />Sorriso na boca<br />Corado semblante<br />Apelo na pele<br />Ouriçados pelos<br />Serenas insónias<br />Doces pensamentos<br />Leveza na alma<br />Envolvida de encantos<br />Tonta de emoção<br />Inebriantes desejos<br />Sôfrego coração<br />Fidelidade nua<br />Mundo furta-cor<br />Vestida de lua...:<br /><br />Grávida de amor!<br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-6776923144837929814?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-10919152451418929132009-10-22T02:20:00.004-03:002009-10-22T02:36:07.203-03:00Vontade de ir...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/St_skgthSjI/AAAAAAAABnI/NTW5IupKyNI/s1600-h/viajar1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395290990613449266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/St_skgthSjI/AAAAAAAABnI/NTW5IupKyNI/s320/viajar1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>*Vontade de ir...*</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Não sei bem pra onde<br />Ir somente<br />Caminhar, andar, ir...<br />Sem rumo certo seguir<br />Seguir certo...<br />Acertar os passos<br />Desligar as amarras, os freios...<br />Frear as dúvidas, não ouvi-las<br />Duvidar do infindo<br />Finalizar o caminho<br />Caminhar sempre em frente<br />Sem descartar as beiradas...<br /><br />E antes do sol se pôr<br />Me encontrar pela estrada.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Belle Neves</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-1091915245141892913?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-7580760729427740242009-10-22T02:16:00.003-03:002009-10-22T02:20:07.521-03:00Bailarina<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/St_rSIOX7aI/AAAAAAAABnA/6UUSwzwMe0o/s1600-h/bailarina.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395289575291088290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/St_rSIOX7aI/AAAAAAAABnA/6UUSwzwMe0o/s320/bailarina.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">*Bailarina*</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Ao som de olhares fitados sobre ela</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Ensaia um passo de vôo p'ro ar</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Vestida de sonhos, parece dançar<br />A estática imagem pintada na tela.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">13/09/09</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-758076072942774024?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-81461272744359626242009-10-22T02:11:00.005-03:002010-03-02T14:33:57.429-03:00Sede<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/St_qZFC5y_I/AAAAAAAABm4/skxCZmmaSug/s1600-h/po%C3%A7o+de+pedras.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395288595185126386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/St_qZFC5y_I/AAAAAAAABm4/skxCZmmaSug/s320/po%C3%A7o+de+pedras.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">*Sede de vida*</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">E o dia nasce de novo</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">de vez em quando o sol vem</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">eu saio a procura de sonhos</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">que habitam no chão de ninguém.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">As nuvens se enchem de céu</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">e seguem meus passos sem fim</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">parecem ofertar companhia</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">fazendo sombras de mim.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">O velho poço de pedras</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">achado num vasto clarão</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">em conjugado de flores</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">que se espalham pelo chão.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Então dentro dele eu me exponho</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">com minha ânsia estendida</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">sugando um fio de seiva</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">matando a sede de vida.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves<br />05/07/09</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8146127274435962624?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-51553680828459554132009-10-22T01:47:00.005-03:002010-03-02T14:46:56.175-03:00Semblantes<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Sv_2WU0kdsI/AAAAAAAABpc/2Cpv6-F7nb4/s1600-h/2096714.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404308941274642114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Sv_2WU0kdsI/AAAAAAAABpc/2Cpv6-F7nb4/s400/2096714.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Vejo o contorno de faces</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Cores ativando opostos</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Quão bom é olhar os dois rostos</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Desprendido de disfarces</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Vejo semblantes colados</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">de arte, poesia, amor...</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">a vida coberta de cor</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">clamando aliança dos lados</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Vejo luta, vejo história</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">pensamentos... o tempo passa.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Que o preconceito da raça</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Não caiba na tez da memória.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves<br />22/08/09</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5155368082845955413?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-66686236615089097032009-10-19T13:26:00.006-03:002009-12-29T02:52:59.171-03:00Lençóis<strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StyUu_UTfBI/AAAAAAAABmo/p-xSEp6Yu4k/s1600-h/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+SOB+A+CAMA+DE+LENCOIS+MACIOS.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394349988674501650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StyUu_UTfBI/AAAAAAAABmo/p-xSEp6Yu4k/s320/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+SOB+A+CAMA+DE+LENCOIS+MACIOS.jpg" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><div align="center"><br /><br />Debaixo de lençóis brancos, teu corpo<br />Desperta o meu... abrasa-me em calor<br />Sedenta , tua boca me embriaga<br />Sussurra suavemente o teu sabor<br /><br />Um misto de suor escorre lento<br />Cálidos corpos que se unem desvairados<br />buscam encaixes... eternizam-se momentos<br />Doces atritos em dois mundos abraçados<br /><br />E, num suspiro intenso, quase infindo<br />efeitos que esse amor demais nos fez<br />Me despes de todo lençol... sorrindo<br />com a vontade de amar mais uma vez.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-6668623661508909703?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-5947288565295925712009-10-15T12:56:00.007-03:002009-10-19T13:41:22.598-03:00Você me engrandece!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Ste32r5bB2I/AAAAAAAABmg/cRui7voXVvA/s1600-h/engrandece1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392981228923848546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Ste32r5bB2I/AAAAAAAABmg/cRui7voXVvA/s320/engrandece1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*Você me engrandece...*</span><br /></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br />Me pega de um jeito<br />Me acolhe em teu peito<br />Me leva pra lua<br />Me veste de estrelas</span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Me banha de mar...</span></em></strong><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Me olha nos olhos<br />Me versa poemas<br />Me encanta poesias<br />Me beija por dentro<br />Me faz flutuar...<br /><br />Você me engrandece...<br />Você me enche de amor!<br /></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br />Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em></strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-594728856529592571?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-70803112136138319802009-10-14T21:29:00.010-03:002010-02-11T00:56:09.101-03:00Indiferença...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StZyNwJR4MI/AAAAAAAABmI/YxMIg3AxufQ/s1600-h/OgAAAB20ILKCx6aJ9oK46S1bo5HMUfiH3JCZF01Km4yqOj6zF8bVCslILVbkKvmMZsA11KRtooWM1J4kh6HYz6nw750Am1T1UKvW1KkYRopfGUd6fYwfvJxQM5Yk.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392623184410435778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StZyNwJR4MI/AAAAAAAABmI/YxMIg3AxufQ/s320/OgAAAB20ILKCx6aJ9oK46S1bo5HMUfiH3JCZF01Km4yqOj6zF8bVCslILVbkKvmMZsA11KRtooWM1J4kh6HYz6nw750Am1T1UKvW1KkYRopfGUd6fYwfvJxQM5Yk.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">*Indiferença*</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Mágoas guardadas em silêncio<br />Num peito inflado em torpor<br />Cercado de farpas, incêndios...<br />Ignorado de amor.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Alimentado em disfarces,<br />Privado de todos os sentidos<br />Acumulado de angústias<br />Cultuado a golpes fidos.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">A tristeza almejada<br />A alma adoecida<br />Os olhos cegos de vida<br />Despidos de toda crença...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">E o mundo sobrevive... à toda indiferença.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">*****************************************</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">...E o coração desanuviado<br />Inflado de sonhos, vermelho de cor<br />Ficou enroscado em arame farpado<br />Tão paralisado... que a vida passou<br />... longe.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-7080311213613831980?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-53627267453024367012009-10-14T20:55:00.007-03:002009-10-19T13:42:57.375-03:00Vazio<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StZryzcPijI/AAAAAAAABmA/G1rljd4OE4M/s1600-h/OgAAAAggjPmSiQb3LwP-Kd-MeDK-0gwWgt6dqnfAlvIZ83WGKJe-lgSLhzkcGm3gz4_6--exGC1Fly0-7Aei0Qtz-uQAm1T1UK0GzZ04qnI8JpfnzQntUJv14UCS.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392616124369046066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StZryzcPijI/AAAAAAAABmA/G1rljd4OE4M/s320/OgAAAAggjPmSiQb3LwP-Kd-MeDK-0gwWgt6dqnfAlvIZ83WGKJe-lgSLhzkcGm3gz4_6--exGC1Fly0-7Aei0Qtz-uQAm1T1UK0GzZ04qnI8JpfnzQntUJv14UCS.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">*Vazio*</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Olhar desolado</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">escondido no manto</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Vazio do tempo</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">frieza do vento</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">A lua traceja na sombra o passado</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">nervurado na alma</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">No coração entrevado</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">uma cova rasgada</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">vazando poeira.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5362726745302436701?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-12874021442096680602009-10-11T03:12:00.017-03:002009-10-19T13:44:14.987-03:00Indescritível saudade<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="color:#38761d;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StF3BCA9upI/AAAAAAAABlw/GpRbGRWUAEk/s1600-h/bellekut.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StF3BCA9upI/AAAAAAAABlw/GpRbGRWUAEk/s320/bellekut.jpg" r="true" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">*Indescritível saudade*</span></em></strong></span><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><br />Duas horas da manhã...já é domingo!<br />Os olhos vazam...antecipam a escrita<br />Versa com lágrimas todo vazio sentido<br />Traduz palavras que o corpo inteiro grita.<br /><br /><br />Dedos estendem-se no teclado à espera<br />do desafogo, que não vem..., faz-se agonia<br />a consumir momentos tantos de quimera<br />deslizam soltos, desprovidos de uma via</em></strong></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em><br />Os olhos fecham lentamente, já cansados<br />da insistência em querer postar somente<br />Confirmam em ímpeto num sorriso aliviados:<br />Que a saudade não se escreve, só se sente.<br /><br /><br />Belle Neves</em></strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><strong><em></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-1287402144209668060?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-61655009897006666012009-10-11T03:08:00.003-03:002009-10-19T13:44:42.007-03:00Eu primavera<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StF2O5Y7BXI/AAAAAAAABlo/6cz7Si2SaUU/s1600-h/sonhandooo.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StF2O5Y7BXI/AAAAAAAABlo/6cz7Si2SaUU/s320/sonhandooo.JPG" r="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:large;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>*Eu Primavera*</strong></em></span> <span style="color:#38761d;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>Faço renascer sentimentos</strong></em></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>Liberto os teus aromas</strong></em></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>Enriqueço teus momentos</strong></em></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>Te abrigo nas minhas pomas</strong></em></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>Semeio canteiros e sonhos</strong></em></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>Varro as pétalas caídas</strong></em></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>Enfeito os teus poemas</strong></em></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#38761d;"><em><strong>Refloresço nossas vidas.</strong></em></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="color:#38761d;"><em><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span></em></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="color:#38761d;"><em><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Belle Neves</strong> </span></em></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-6165500989700666601?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-78503792642495129942009-10-10T02:58:00.003-03:002009-10-19T13:45:11.189-03:00Amor demais<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAlhjwK0eI/AAAAAAAABk0/df5SJaG3XKg/s1600-h/13159_0000fgy5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390850012425671138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAlhjwK0eI/AAAAAAAABk0/df5SJaG3XKg/s320/13159_0000fgy5.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">*Amor demais*</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">...E tão repleto de ti, meu pensamento</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Envolto em férvida ânsia, teu nome clama...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Verte-se em pranto...: desejo, doce tormento</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Do amor contido, que de tão grande, derrama.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-7850379264249512994?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-32034581242231907122009-10-10T02:43:00.005-03:002010-02-11T00:55:05.678-03:00Gotas<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAhJpEdKlI/AAAAAAAABks/DtY8PtHqXRk/s1600-h/GOTA%252~1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390845203489565266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAhJpEdKlI/AAAAAAAABks/DtY8PtHqXRk/s320/GOTA%252~1.JPG" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Lenta e constantemente<br />escorrem devagarinho<br />as águas do mar imenso<br />atalhos do meu caminho.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Percorrem bem de mansinho<br />com asas azuis do céu<br />inundam a vastidão...<br />pedaços de carrossel.</span></span></div><span style="color:#006600;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Com pingos leves, suaves<br />Em tempo de ir e vir<br />Desenha sonhos viagens<br />no espaço de cair...<br /><br />Transparente mas intenso<br />esculpindo sobre o vão<br />vai salpicando na vida<br />o som das gotas no chão</span></div><div align="center"></span></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves<br /></span></span></em></strong><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3203458124223190712?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-89290927728453340872009-10-10T02:08:00.002-03:002010-02-11T00:54:41.318-03:00Fractais<div align="center"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StA8xzIg7WI/AAAAAAAABlY/-l4vY5D64Tc/s1600-h/fractais.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StA8xzIg7WI/AAAAAAAABlY/-l4vY5D64Tc/s320/fractais.JPG" r="true" /></a> <br /></div></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Um todo, uma arte</em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>a beleza dentro de cada parte.</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Uma partícula, um universo</em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>o verso e o inverso.</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>O brilho dentro do caos</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Uma visão que não nos dá certeza.</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>A vida... a morte...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>uma expressão da natureza.</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Belle Neves</em></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-8929092772845334087?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-34175696559374867472009-10-10T01:55:00.002-03:002010-02-11T00:53:37.520-03:00Pedras e Flores<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAWnvS7R7I/AAAAAAAABkc/1B0bi84gOFU/s1600-h/rosanam%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390833625929041842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAWnvS7R7I/AAAAAAAABkc/1B0bi84gOFU/s320/rosanam%C3%A3o.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Carrego em meu peito</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">pedras e flores.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">As flores são risos</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">As pedras são dores.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Percebi com o tempo </span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">que as flores secavam</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">e duras e fortes</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">as pedras ficavam.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Busquei nos meus sonhos</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">tentando esquecer</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">as dores da vida</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">pra não mais sofrer.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Não, eu não sabia</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">o valor que elas tem</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">e o quanto importam</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">na vida de alguém.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Caminhando em jardins</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">ou em duras estradas...</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Mas que brilho têm</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">minhas pedras douradas !</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-3417569655937486747?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-54270553219672855002009-10-10T01:48:00.002-03:002010-02-11T00:52:38.607-03:00Abrigados<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390829430970269602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StASzj20P6I/AAAAAAAABkU/OuvNPGAaCuE/s320/0058.gif" /><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Não importa o frio que invade a cena...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Nem o chão duro... </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>o espaço escuro.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Se cai a chuva...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Se vai a tarde...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>O corpo arde...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Molha o desejo......</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>de duas bocas a compor um beijo.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Belle Neves</em></strong></span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5427055321967285500?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-47504411559357821572009-10-10T01:36:00.002-03:002010-02-11T00:50:51.912-03:00A mar<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAR6KgNzAI/AAAAAAAABkM/NJePWdgTmHY/s1600-h/cavalosnovos1.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390828444912045058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAR6KgNzAI/AAAAAAAABkM/NJePWdgTmHY/s320/cavalosnovos1.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">O oceano é como o amor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">imenso, vasto, profundo</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">percorre por todas as veias</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">parece maior que o mundo.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Como uma certeza secreta</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">de momentos de grandeza e paz</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">invade assim por completo</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">mas sempre avança mais.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">As ondas vêm como instantes</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">pedaços opostos de vida</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">que nos conduzem às verdades</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">nos abrem e fecham feridas.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">E surgem a galope apressadas</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">buscando ao seu fim chegar</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">pra retornar superadas</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">enriquecidas de (a)mar</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-4750441155935782157?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-78049910553759843702009-10-10T00:24:00.002-03:002010-02-11T00:49:12.418-03:00Renda-se a mim<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAAz7s8-_I/AAAAAAAABkE/0cEI0i1TGoY/s1600-h/OgAAAIVAykZLPua8EVnsczKTNvs8aHXUI78PED32ZOmqiF2M-9dDRRUTtvqETfU1HjpBotRDb3xbgJbKrh2J4dOY9N4Am1T1UNb4_A0MfTUIkZiwG7DayUbkCnL3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390809646162050034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/StAAz7s8-_I/AAAAAAAABkE/0cEI0i1TGoY/s320/OgAAAIVAykZLPua8EVnsczKTNvs8aHXUI78PED32ZOmqiF2M-9dDRRUTtvqETfU1HjpBotRDb3xbgJbKrh2J4dOY9N4Am1T1UNb4_A0MfTUIkZiwG7DayUbkCnL3.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Renda-se a mim devagar</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">e mansamente eu me exponho</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">a pele nua, o desejo...</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">suave sabor de um sonho.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Sei que me olhas constante</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">fitando meu corpo deitado</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Já quase desnudo ele ofega</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">instante ainda não revelado.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Renda-se a mim mas sem pressa</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">não deixe perder-se a magia</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">em minhas pernas te enlaço</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">em teu corpo desperto poesia.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Renda-se a mim por inteiro</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">que viro o teu céu às avessas</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">te armo o meu ninho de estrelas</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">pra que nele enfim permaneças.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-7804991055375984370?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-53513600819674539622009-10-10T00:07:00.002-03:002010-02-11T00:48:20.474-03:00Olhos de menina<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Ss_78w5HvlI/AAAAAAAABj8/eYTXGRkIxrg/s1600-h/800px-felicidade_a_very_happy_boy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390804300320980562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Ss_78w5HvlI/AAAAAAAABj8/eYTXGRkIxrg/s320/800px-felicidade_a_very_happy_boy.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Menina sapeca</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>o que ai procuras?</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>um rabo de gato,</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>brinquedos, doçuras?</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Enxergas de um jeito</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>tão puro, inocente</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>mas vês o que está</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>invisível pra gente.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Curiosos olhinhos</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>da linda menina</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>duvidam que a vida</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>começa e termina.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>E olha...e toca...</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>e encosta o nariz.</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Bem sabes que tu</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>é que eis mais feliz!</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Belle Neves</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-5351360081967453962?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-3095209445838958822009-10-09T20:54:00.002-03:002010-02-11T00:46:57.065-03:00Em chamas<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Ss_QUOAq8fI/AAAAAAAABj0/NWslpuM0UWU/s1600-h/1568930.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390756324762644978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Ss_QUOAq8fI/AAAAAAAABj0/NWslpuM0UWU/s320/1568930.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></em></strong><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>O corpo arde</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>A febre queima</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Poros inundam-se de desejo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>A pele ferve</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Chama(me) em chamas...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>...momentos de lampejo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>O cheiro atiça</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>A boca saliva</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>A sedução invade a mente</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Dominada...desfaço-me...</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Contorno teu corpo</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>De mim...docemente.</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Belle Neves</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-309520944583895882?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268297324382703363.post-74596879663960206992009-10-09T18:55:00.002-03:002010-02-11T00:58:42.656-03:00Minhas estrelas<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Ss_A9UTcguI/AAAAAAAABjs/7KhRPiYhPgY/s1600-h/OgAAAKbkQI-WCoZJIVa9doOWba4mAUpO7wJYENyrFw6usFVtZ1PnGzHk-FXoVdpBhw_4GBuQEe8OjqdZPLVYyxqClXUAm1T1UIl5b3bJk1SIFk2QpAU2XTIHhm17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390739438640595682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caQ6clr2YUY/Ss_A9UTcguI/AAAAAAAABjs/7KhRPiYhPgY/s320/OgAAAKbkQI-WCoZJIVa9doOWba4mAUpO7wJYENyrFw6usFVtZ1PnGzHk-FXoVdpBhw_4GBuQEe8OjqdZPLVYyxqClXUAm1T1UIl5b3bJk1SIFk2QpAU2XTIHhm17.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Passo o dia vagando nas nuvens</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Buscando as cores</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Mirando as luzes</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Transformo em estrelas</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Toda minha poesia</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">As dores da tarde</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">As flores do dia</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Reconheço a noite</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Como um reencontro antigo</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">E reparto as estrelas</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Que trago comigo. </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Belle Neves</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7268297324382703363-7459687966396020699?l=belleneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cibele Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934253777102895342noreply@blogger.com3