tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66616855215089713162012-02-12T07:32:33.109-08:00Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-54458297486217712242012-01-03T05:15:00.000-08:002012-01-03T05:23:43.153-08:00&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Such beautiful lines<br /><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;they draw the perfection</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I can feel them m o &nbsp;v &nbsp;i &nbsp; n &nbsp; g</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;as she walks towards me</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; oh, beautiful girl</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; your body is a language</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; that I want to riddle<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;ah, beautiful girl<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; when you move<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;back<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;and<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;forward<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;back<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;and<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;forward...<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I can feel emotion inside<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; through your delicate<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; outlined lines.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-5445829748621771224?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-43852579929196425002012-01-01T04:57:00.000-08:002012-01-01T09:47:03.562-08:00I believe that there's more than a blue sky above my head,<br /><div>or even words on a piece of paper...</div><div>There's always something beyond what my eyes can see!</div><div><i>Words</i> aren't only <i>Words</i>!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>They also represent who <i>I</i> am...</div><div>Don't be mediocre and just read them!</div><div>Feel them!&nbsp;</div><div>Don't, you! don't you bet!</div><div><br /></div><div>You see?</div><div>Try to feel this broken soul through these words!</div><div>I am working to transcend my feelings!</div><div>I want to show!</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-4385257992919642500?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-75812422507736413492011-11-24T05:48:00.000-08:002012-01-01T04:48:18.139-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />I represent an undeniable truth for them</div><div style="text-align: center;">They come to look at me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Others don't trust on me</div><div style="text-align: center;">They read my words loudly</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am old enough, readable, respectful</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am always open to feel your fingers</div><div style="text-align: center;">and be stared at with your eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could say that I have tasted many tears;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could say that I have heard many confessions,</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;but I will let you try...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just come, and see what I have inside.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-7581242250773641349?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-56826668345820216632011-07-12T18:56:00.000-07:002011-07-12T18:56:43.774-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu brincando com cores,</div><div style="text-align: center;">papel, pincel e tesoura</div><div style="text-align: center;">pintei e bordei meus sentimentos</div><div style="text-align: center;">mas tinta preta&nbsp;escorregou</div><div style="text-align: center;">manchando a minha tela...</div><div style="text-align: center;">você&nbsp;provavelmente deixou a tinta preta em cima da mesa</div><div style="text-align: center;">para eu borrar</div><div style="text-align: center;">você&nbsp;provavelmente deixou a tesoura exposta na cadeira</div><div style="text-align: center;">para me cortar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pois bem,&nbsp;você&nbsp;conseguiu</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-5682666834582021663?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-41744794938699607122011-05-29T13:16:00.000-07:002012-01-05T15:00:54.157-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4rYH1Imcds/TeKpfOFNCOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pLWJxCdhWlM/s1600/OgAAAO6agpEllO4vCKssudaDOBoWeYnOVP08csF5aPu8-hNGVN7uXrouMbbgZ7Ox1Y5ZaAZ81RaPrs_Lkxh9iA6PxhsAm1T1UP0WXTJLwibPFJVSvAdsnuBD2uEv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4rYH1Imcds/TeKpfOFNCOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pLWJxCdhWlM/s320/OgAAAO6agpEllO4vCKssudaDOBoWeYnOVP08csF5aPu8-hNGVN7uXrouMbbgZ7Ox1Y5ZaAZ81RaPrs_Lkxh9iA6PxhsAm1T1UP0WXTJLwibPFJVSvAdsnuBD2uEv.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">They want to talk about my feelings</div><div style="text-align: center;">they want to give me a disease</div><div style="text-align: center;">They try to kill me with their words</div><div style="text-align: center;">But they don't know me...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They think I'm dirty</div><div style="text-align: center;">They think I'm a slob</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'm not, I'm love</div><div style="text-align: center;">They don't know me...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I keep breathing</div><div style="text-align: center;">without their prejudice</div><div style="text-align: center;">and now I love me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nobody knows me...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-4174479493869960712?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-22124202063865266042010-11-12T10:42:00.000-08:002010-11-12T10:44:30.525-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TN2KfBmJkBI/AAAAAAAAANU/bKQoOn_ZTgk/s1600/OgAAALfNYP0yIKT7gTebWFxliG2jkppV522n-uxENWTcJ6eZD9luatJWLlWesrVBfcfevX58mUDko_hkRrz5_Pdbk-8Am1T1UBKWCer-Lkd1NvFIxXKqggltLuW2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TN2KfBmJkBI/AAAAAAAAANU/bKQoOn_ZTgk/s320/OgAAALfNYP0yIKT7gTebWFxliG2jkppV522n-uxENWTcJ6eZD9luatJWLlWesrVBfcfevX58mUDko_hkRrz5_Pdbk-8Am1T1UBKWCer-Lkd1NvFIxXKqggltLuW2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><div class="GA5-CRNDGFB GA5-CRNDODB" style="text-align: center;"><wbr></wbr>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Entre a <span style="color: #ffcc00; font-weight: bold;">LUZ </span>dos seus <span style="color: #996633; font-weight: bold;">OLHOS </span>repletos,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; vejo a felicidade de dias passados,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; entre seus SORRISOS completos,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <wbr></wbr> sinto a emoção de estar ao seu lado .<br /><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-2212420206386526604?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-35231206571101136762010-11-11T01:03:00.000-08:002010-11-11T01:03:06.150-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TNuwlhCrULI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SWojZOOhm-g/s1600/artigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TNuwlhCrULI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SWojZOOhm-g/s320/artigo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-3523120657110113676?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-77072348216349783902010-10-26T10:05:00.000-07:002011-11-26T02:56:45.472-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMcKHlOrhdI/AAAAAAAAANM/fM7LABM1S-I/s1600/poema.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMcKHlOrhdI/AAAAAAAAANM/fM7LABM1S-I/s320/poema.jpg" width="143" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-7707234821634978390?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-75322493275553317092010-10-26T03:37:00.000-07:002011-11-24T05:37:50.256-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMavUI-CTSI/AAAAAAAAANI/mZbd0iyS1V8/s1600/Copo+tinto+caindo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMavUI-CTSI/AAAAAAAAANI/mZbd0iyS1V8/s1600/Copo+tinto+caindo.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">coisas que nunca foram e nunca serão...<br />sonhos sonhados que nunca foram e nunca mais serão...<br />vidas que começaram e teminarão...<br />vinho que foi e nunca mais será...<br />despedício que não foi, e agora será...<br />abondono de causa, sonho e desperdício...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-7532249327555331709?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-89162178381446502802010-10-25T06:43:00.001-07:002010-10-25T06:49:08.120-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMWKwL5MC6I/AAAAAAAAANE/f1czZrm_txg/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMWJcdkyKCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PxzsX0eEQUE/s1600/Eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMWJcdkyKCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PxzsX0eEQUE/s320/Eyes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMWJgihMjaI/AAAAAAAAANA/EYXpKgpND0w/s1600/poemagatos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TMWJgihMjaI/AAAAAAAAANA/EYXpKgpND0w/s320/poemagatos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-8916217838144650280?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-12313985409287880572010-10-15T05:54:00.000-07:002010-10-15T06:59:34.056-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TLheIXyzbcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/O2TA7ww4AXw/s1600/infidelidade-grande.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TLheIXyzbcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/O2TA7ww4AXw/s320/infidelidade-grande.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TLheDtP-BVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XF2ssAq3xh8/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TLheDtP-BVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XF2ssAq3xh8/s1600/imagem.bmp" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-1231398540928788057?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-71939337003421219102010-10-08T11:38:00.000-07:002010-10-08T11:43:05.047-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TK9lESBfgmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cxeFDZNhgPY/s1600/OgAAAIGENYpdAIXpsf4f9jSbz-dQygaoQSWDeV50K6HY0V5zb15OSfccKUL62s4ySntplFxbB6wZKwem9PM0AorZzxoAm1T1UEQIJ_xlz5NGNZlFtc8lb-s3keOw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TK9lESBfgmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cxeFDZNhgPY/s320/OgAAAIGENYpdAIXpsf4f9jSbz-dQygaoQSWDeV50K6HY0V5zb15OSfccKUL62s4ySntplFxbB6wZKwem9PM0AorZzxoAm1T1UEQIJ_xlz5NGNZlFtc8lb-s3keOw.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sua foto...<br />naquela janela...<br />faz-se um ano...<br />você, naquela janela...<br /><br />e foi na primeira vez que o vi<br />e foi na emoção do sentir<br />fui perdendo o meu antigo ser<br />me transformei por você, mas para quê?<br /><br />sua camisa<i> rosa</i>,<br />teu <i>sorriso</i>, <br />e aquela <i>janela</i><br />e a minha<i> inocência</i>...<br /><br />faz mais de uma ano...<br />Eu realmente queria a tua foto<br />mas nunca irei tê-la<br />mesmo ansiando em revê-la.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-7193933700342121910?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-83217780274048552312010-09-30T13:36:00.000-07:002012-01-05T15:04:43.049-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TKYn6SvdvtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TZdTcdL5PDg/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="111" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TKYn6SvdvtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TZdTcdL5PDg/s320/imagem.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Eu tenho um sonho</div><div style="text-align: center;">não inexplicável...</div><div style="text-align: center;">até agora intocável... </div><div style="text-align: center;">e&nbsp;incontestável...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu tenho um sonho...</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde eu possa sonhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">e possa falar...</div><div style="text-align: center;">em muitas línguas</div><div style="text-align: center;">e a posteriori ensinar...</div><div style="text-align: center;">eu tenho um sonho</div><div style="text-align: center;">que um dia eu possa chegar lá</div><div style="text-align: center;">e ver o sonho se concretizar</div><div style="text-align: center;">e fazer a vida no mundo mudar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-8321778027404855231?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-56598011257459207712010-09-29T05:39:00.000-07:002010-09-29T05:46:57.235-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TKM1OjBkCHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xkxXobr2peM/s1600/ajuda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TKM1OjBkCHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xkxXobr2peM/s400/ajuda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522316092122597490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />You're salvation<br /><br />I was saved...<br />because of your love...<br />because of your touch...<br />because of yuor look...<br /><br />Maybe you didn't realized the good<br />you have done for me<br />It was a simple gesture<br />and today I'm here<br /><br />When my peace was gone<br />you found me alone<br />you helped me to achieve it again<br />banishing all the pain<br /><br />When I was hungry<br />you gave me more than food<br />you gave me the strength<br />to keep up my mood<br /><br />When I was in the hospital<br />waiting for the end<br />you hoped and prayed<br />for the cure<br /><br />When everyone thought<br />that I couldn't survive<br />your soul with its light<br />give me hope to be alive<br /><br />when I thought this life<br />would be so hard, too dark<br />whenthe tears came<br />you were there<br /><br />Fighting for us...<br />Looking for love...<br />spreading love...<br />showing love<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-5659801125745920771?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-3027680421683724852010-08-11T13:27:00.000-07:002010-08-11T13:34:13.985-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TGMIBoK0IvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oYwEPeFmovU/s1600/pontofinal%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/TGMIBoK0IvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oYwEPeFmovU/s320/pontofinal%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504251993632547570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Volta ao ponto (.)</span><br /><br />O sentimento outrora angustiante<br />Voltava em meio ao silêncio cortante<br />A tesoura pairava em meio a aflição<br />olhos atentos a constante respiração<br /><br />e a chuva chegava e chuvia<br />varrendo parte da alma, da alegria<br />e o conhaque colocava-se no ar<br />marcava o ambiente, o ponto... o lugar<br /><br />e vozes que lembravam a minha antiga inquietação<br />e fui aprendendo parte daquela lição...<br />voltando ao ponto naquela condição<br /><br />e vendo aquele novo mundo<br />meu mundo novo se criou<br />e naquele instante o ponto se tornou<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">By me para Ranniere: um ótimo amigo, excelente ator.</span><br />escrito em 12/06/2010<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-302768042168372485?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-22391659277724958322010-02-13T06:49:00.000-08:002010-02-13T07:00:32.962-08:00<a 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catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/S0XfNuJW8LI/AAAAAAAAAII/i5pabIqs5DQ/s1600-h/1799527.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/S0XfNuJW8LI/AAAAAAAAAII/i5pabIqs5DQ/s400/1799527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423986753056207026" border="0" /></a></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /> <br /> <br />Eu tentei com tantas palavras <br /> <br />Eu persisti com tanto afinco <br /> <br />Todavia o silêncio foi resposta <br /> <br />E nessa hora eu pensei e me sujeitei <br /> <br /> <br />E na angústia de conseguir: <br /> <br />Tentei, tentei, tentei... <br /> <br />Mas desisti e esqueci... <br /> <br />Deveria eu continuar a persistir? <br /> <br /> <br />Mas com o tempo a realidade, <br /> <br />Ela tornou-se minha resposta, <br /> <br />reciprocidade nunca foi parte dessa história <br /> <br /> <br />Não basta eu somente querer <br /> <br />e tentar e dizer... <br /> <br />Ambos tem que fazer...</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-2926355832970578488?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-45758351138776887292009-11-27T12:05:00.000-08:002009-11-27T12:10:47.257-08:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Quatro Paredes</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SxAyI23VOdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iDEvqT0n2BE/s1600/1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SxAyI23VOdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iDEvqT0n2BE/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408878280219900370" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-4575835113877688729?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-33052137793199285842009-11-27T11:55:00.000-08:002009-11-28T11:17:20.550-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SxAwR_WXy1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jqxNws0_Qow/s1600/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408876238093142866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SxAwR_WXy1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jqxNws0_Qow/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Cores<br /><br />Disse para poucos o que queria e sentia:<br />[cores]!<br />Ele guardava no íntimo o que todos já sabiam:<br />[azul], [violeta], [rosa], [laranja]...<br />mas mostrava somente algo que me feria:<br />[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto].<br />Mas eu sabia... Ele quer e queria, todavia: </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto]. <br />Logo briguei e acabei, mas continuei:<br />[verde], [vermelho], [amarelo]...<br />enquanto ele permaneceu:<br />[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto],[preto] e [preto].</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-3305213779319928584?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-57712224673159168902009-11-20T07:44:00.000-08:002009-11-20T08:24:00.658-08:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Confusão</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwbCS6B5eSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yYqP6G857VA/s1600/1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwbCS6B5eSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yYqP6G857VA/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406222032775510306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-5771222467315916890?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-32500672461006272592009-11-20T04:12:00.000-08:002009-11-20T07:51:26.880-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwaJ0rltqfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lP0GlYFygew/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwaJ0rltqfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lP0GlYFygew/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406159940851968498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lila</span><br /><br />Tua presença em forma de luz<br />Teu lindo e pequeno tamanho<br />Teu riso na forma completa<br />Teu doce veneno estranho<br /><br />Ah, doce e pequena Lila...<br />A tua bela compreensão...<br />Pegou-me pela mão...<br />Senti-me tão bem, tão são...<br /><br />Não sabia que o teu veneno era doce<br />Muito menos o teu abraço acolhedor...<br />Deixe-me conhecê-la melhor...<br />Mais e mais e mais...<br /><br />Vou conhecendo o doce da tua sedução,<br />Minha bela e pequena amiga...<br />Adjetivos não cabem ao teu tamanho<br />Pode ser pequeno, porém...<br /><br />É lindo, compreensível, passível...<br />Forte, amado, meio desajeitado...<br />É tão puro, inteiro, sadio...<br />A amizade que encontrei ao teu lado.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-3250067246100627259?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-85706881874994695362009-11-19T10:49:00.000-08:002009-11-19T10:51:29.904-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Amor maior que mil</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWThfi4gQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6FP_yehYI_4/s1600/docecompanhia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWThfi4gQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6FP_yehYI_4/s400/docecompanhia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405889131340923138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tenho dentre vários amores mil<br />o teu, este que parece perante os olhos alheios vil,<br />mas que me completa e me deixa a mil...<br />Este teu amor que parece vil<br /><br />É eterno,<br />amado e indiscreto, este amor completo...<br />De caminhos mil... com quadras mil...<br />É energético... convexo<br /><br />Me agarra com critério<br />este amor completo...<br />complexo...<br /><br />E me compila,<br />me organiza...<br />me ensina.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-8570688187499469536?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-15083570438435237782009-11-19T10:30:00.001-08:002009-11-20T07:52:34.378-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWQggdHWfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vKQ4hvU0TEA/s1600/co.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWQggdHWfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vKQ4hvU0TEA/s400/co.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405885815870413298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Queria que o tempo voltasse<br />E que as lágrimas não viessem<br />Porque elas me fazem tão mal<br />Me corroem por dentro<br /><br />Queria que o apoio viesse<br />Firme, fiél e materno<br />Como uma substância inoxidável...<br />impermeável!<br /><br />Queria que o erro virasse acerto<br />E que me libertasse... da dor que sinto<br />do enorme desapego<br />que me pega e me deixa sem jeito<br /><br />Queria ser como você<br />que chega a todo o momento<br />nos lugares... com alento<br />e que me tira deste grande descontentamento</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-1508357043843523778?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-10462827683959148702009-11-19T10:07:00.000-08:002009-11-19T10:23:52.709-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amizade edificada</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWM9y8Ce2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wbfObFEoxe8/s1600/j.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWM9y8Ce2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wbfObFEoxe8/s400/j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405881921001651042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Contaram-me em mil palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">que a amizade é uma casa</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">que quando bem construída</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">se torna forte e destemida</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Os tijolos são o teu caráter,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">a cerâmica o teu sorriso,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">a massa a tua sinceridade,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">as telhas a tua alegria(...)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Pode o vento bater</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">a tempestade se debater</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">o tempo roer...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">mas ela sempre estará lá</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">sem desmoronar...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">E quando a vejo na janela a esperar</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Entro feliz e passo a amar</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Cada momento nesta casa que tornou-se o meu lar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-1046282768395914870?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-55657869182387718982009-11-19T09:52:00.000-08:002009-11-20T08:44:53.067-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWGSc-LGfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/09CvXqp9Tw0/s1600/queria+eu.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWGSc-LGfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/09CvXqp9Tw0/s400/queria+eu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405874579300882930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Queria eu (...)</span><br /><br /><br />Queria eu te dar o céu...<br />este azul, imenso e amado véu...<br />singelo, completo...<br />Eu te quero e confesso<br /><br /><br />Queria te presentear<br />Com a imensidão do mar<br />com as ondas e com a brisa que há lá<br />neste indescritível lugar...<br /><br /><br />Queria eu achar algo tão belo...<br />algo honesto, próprio, eterno<br />que transcende a alma, o completo...<br /><br /><br />Queria eu...<br />Queria eu...<br />Queria eu...<br /><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;" class="ecxMsoNormal"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-5565786918238771898?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-86695248682699576252009-11-19T09:38:00.000-08:002009-11-19T09:40:59.863-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWDFYgqeoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B1s8h2uZqUs/s1600/e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWDFYgqeoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B1s8h2uZqUs/s400/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405871056230185602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O tempo...<br />esse que persiste em nos separar<br />que me faz recordar<br />e me faz sonhar<br /><br />Me ilude e quer me fazer acreditar<br />que tudo o que passou se fora...<br />mas eu persisto...<br />pois acredito...<br /><br />acredito que amizades permanecem...<br />ali... no nosso pensamento<br />e eu sei que isso tudo permanecerá...<br />insequecível.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-8669524868269957625?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-82064312911562937912009-11-19T09:15:00.000-08:002009-11-19T09:35:47.196-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Na vida encontramos pessoas que nos fazem bem, encontramos o sol que nos ilumina e que tira a tristeza que nos sonda...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWBqGyKVeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/knWp66bCqkM/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwWBqGyKVeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/knWp66bCqkM/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405869488103642594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Estações</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O outono chega, calmo, triste...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">sem vida... ele leva consigo</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">as cores da minha vida</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">e fico só...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">O tempo passa...</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">com a monotonia que me mata</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">O vento chega...</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">E leva consigo a minha nobreza</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">A chuva cai...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">me molha e me desfaz</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">As flores nascem...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">riem e me contraem...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Mas</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">o</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">sol</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">vem</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">com</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">aquela</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">maestria</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">radiante</span>... <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">feliz</span>...<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">trazendo</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"> consigo</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">as</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">cores</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">da</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">minha</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">vida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">e</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">me</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">levando</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">devolta </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">para</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">aquela</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"> enorme</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">alegria</span>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-8206431291156293791?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-59633842160203179112009-11-19T09:07:00.000-08:002009-11-19T09:13:54.164-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwV8asEa-EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ArHA_tYkV-8/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwV8asEa-EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ArHA_tYkV-8/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405863725676296258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Ode ao ator</span><br /><br />Um belo ator surgiu inerente ao seu papel<br />mostrou-se capaz de superar qualquer um que se atrevesse a passar<br />em seu caminho esplendido que acabara de desenhar<br />pois é além de tudo um grande e infinito mar<br /><br />que pode se transformar em fogo, em terra e em ar...<br />vai depender do lugar que está<br />pois precisa aparecer como um astro<br />em cada mínimo e calculado passo dado<br /><br />Olha através de um espelho<br />coloca a maquiagem sem nenhum desapego<br />coloca a máscara que melhor lhe cai<br />melhor do que Deus e a Satanás<br /><br />Ah, lindo e esplêndido ator!<br />Coloca e tira a maquiagem sem pudor...<br />Coloca e tira as máscaras,<br />mostra o teu rosto, a tua cara<br /><br />Você é tão esplêndido, tão sagaz<br />que me às vezes me assusta e me faz<br />antes de tudo feliz, e também a platéia que vai<br />com teu grande e calculado sorriso que atrai<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-5963384216020317911?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-21345196907703115532009-11-18T13:57:00.000-08:002009-11-18T14:07:00.717-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Na vida há momentos em que perdemos pessoas que amamos por descuido, muitas vezes de ambas as partes, deixando o orgulho nos levar e nunca mais chegar a pedir, a querer aproximar-se desta novamente, deixando-a ir. Poemas como esses retratam parte dessa história...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRvx74-DhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8Jg6q45WpDM/s1600/verificar5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRvx74-DhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8Jg6q45WpDM/s400/verificar5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405568356432350738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Acredite<br /><br />Queria voltar ao tempo<br />Desfazer o que fiz e o que disse<br />pois às vezes sou...<br />aquele espinho<br /><br />Acreditava que ele seria a melhor forma...<br />de me blindar, me esconder<br />de quem sou e do que sinto,<br />mas você, como sempre, me pregou...<br /><br />Aquela peça do destino<br />que me fez... chorar<br />que me fez... refletir<br />e a conclusão veio...<br /><br />Como aquela luz que chega ao nascer do sol<br />como aquela idéia insubstituível de que realmente gosto<br />e agora o vejo, e o sinto mais e mais<br />perante o meu pensamento<br /><br />E aquele veneno que saíra da minha boca<br />não fora a realidade que vejo<br />porque fui infeliz...<br />infeliz porque coloquei palavras que não sinto...<br /><br />Naquela folha<br />que hoje contém a minha pior desgraça...<br />a qual possui todas as formações sintáticas...<br />incorretas e indiscretas do meu querer<br /><br />Queria que você a jogasse fora<br />e lembrasse somente da flor... que sou<br />e não do espinho... que eu fora<br />naquela tarde... Infeliz<br /><br />E que o perdão venha...<br />sucinto, verdadeiro,<br />claro e honesto<br />pois é dele que necessito.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-2134519690770311553?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-58849552976788306162009-11-18T13:50:00.000-08:002009-11-18T13:56:31.315-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRtev9CWYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pUnzIIsU0CM/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRtev9CWYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pUnzIIsU0CM/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405565827787413890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eu venho tentando te contar<br />Venho tentando te sentir<br />E você permanece... Indecifrável<br />Mas eu continuarei tentando... Para sempre...<br /><br />E eu venho tentando receber uma chance<br />tentando não desistir<br />mas suas palavras cortam as minha veias<br />e deste então eu sinto o meu sangue... escapando<br /><br />E suas palavras me matam, me ressuscitam...<br />sua face me complementa, me esvazia<br />seu sorriso me mutila, me regenera...<br />e você permanece... como uma incógnita<br /><br />E às vezes eu penso que você gosta...<br />Eu penso que você odeia...<br />E eu não posso deixar esse sentimento para trás...<br />E eu continuarei tentando conseguir... este amor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-5884955297678830616?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-20173656002528723742009-11-18T13:35:00.000-08:002009-11-18T13:39:42.741-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Porque escrevo?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRphmEtRJI/AAAAAAAAADc/8JMlgKNgLVE/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRphmEtRJI/AAAAAAAAADc/8JMlgKNgLVE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405561478628328594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Porque escrevo?<br /> Escrevo para dizer que te amo<br /> Escrevo para dizer que te quero<br /> Escrevo para dizer que te espero<br /><br /> Escrevo para pedir o teu abraço<br /> este teu gesto que me deixa a salvo<br /><br />Escrevo para pedir desculpas<br /> Escrevo para terminar com a minha culpa.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-2017365600252872374?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-34171043234621578772009-11-18T12:56:00.000-08:002009-11-18T13:04:08.559-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRgIQ9bM4I/AAAAAAAAADE/7rvZLwKcqWI/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRgIQ9bM4I/AAAAAAAAADE/7rvZLwKcqWI/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405551147859260290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Doce anjo, Doce mentira, Doce veneno</span><br /><br /><br />Aqueles anjos caídos<br />Almas que tentam...<br />Vestir-nos com aquela mentira<br />Tão doce e tão sórdida...<br /><br />Aquele veneno<br />que tenta corromper a minha alma<br />que tenta corromper o meu espírito<br />e continuo... firme<br /><br />Pois vejo mais que aquela mentira<br />vestida sobre uma verdade...<br />Somos fortes o suficiente para agüentar?<br />Aqueles anjos...?<br /><br />Que se esquecem que somos... seres humanos<br />Choramos e continuamos... fortes!<br />Eles, que se vestem como seres humanos...<br />Suplicamos e continuamos... inalteráveis!<br /><br />Vejo além... vejo o que tem por trás...<br />Vejo algo mais... vejo que eles clamam por amor...<br />O amor que temos e vemos, sentimos e vestimos...<br />porque somos... fiéis... a nós mesmos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-3417104323462157877?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-23125803940075617912009-11-18T12:50:00.000-08:002009-11-18T12:52:12.275-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwReaOhcevI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ_YYvg-s3c/s1600/doceveneno.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwReaOhcevI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ_YYvg-s3c/s320/doceveneno.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405549257419422450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O teu veneno<br /><br />Este que enegrece a alma,<br />tira a calma,<br />empobrece o corpo,<br />deixa o inimigo morto...<br /><br />O veneno do escorpião<br />não te deixa são<br />Dá pauladas na tua cara<br />e aos poucos mata<br /><br />Cuidado, inimigo!<br />Cuidado com as mãos<br />Não toque no escorpião<br />Deixe-o no vão... sem opção<br /><br />Talvez ele não te pique<br />com o 'pique'... que explique <br />o porquê do doce veneno<br />do escorpião.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-2312580394007561791?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-29081718078504495802009-11-18T12:34:00.000-08:002009-11-18T13:29:51.724-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRnPVetuSI/AAAAAAAAADU/I5-yMK1vMZw/s1600/2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRnPVetuSI/AAAAAAAAADU/I5-yMK1vMZw/s320/2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405558965913106722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />CONSELHOS<br /><br />Ame como se fosse o seu último dia...<br />Abraçe como se fosse a última vez...<br />Fale o que tem para falar...<br />não deixe nada passar...<br /><br />só temos uma vida...<br />a viver...<br />a experimentar...<br />a desbravar...<br /><br />Sorria sem arrependimentos...<br />fale dos seus sentimentos...<br />Olhe nos olhos dos outros...<br />Diga que os ama...<br /><br />Não deixe nada para amanhã<br />Pergunte ao mundo...<br />ele sabe de tudo...<br />Substitua-se!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-2908171807850449580?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-72984335606654620302009-11-18T12:28:00.000-08:002009-11-18T12:31:41.879-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRZn0xcajI/AAAAAAAAACU/nzX_lz6hZ7g/s1600/espelho.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRZn0xcajI/AAAAAAAAACU/nzX_lz6hZ7g/s400/espelho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543993467234866" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Atrativo espelho<br /><br />Em um espelho fixo o olhar<br />Escuto as palavras que lá há<br />Vejo as cores as quais se aparentam encontrar<br />Naquele iminente e lindo lugar...<br /><br />Que lá dentro há...<br />O qual me atrai a entrar<br />E despertar... E achar...<br />Algo talvez esperado<br /><br />Que peça cuidado quando for desbravar...<br />Uma amizade que posso deparar<br />e acabar por continuar...<br /><br />Pela beleza que dizem que lá há<br />Pela ambigüidade que posso desbravar<br />Pela excitação do lugar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-7298433560665462030?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-48828581577075553432009-11-18T12:20:00.000-08:002009-11-18T12:25:29.104-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRYJ2bBpMI/AAAAAAAAACE/WHpkFdHzj6M/s1600/rosas.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRYJ2bBpMI/AAAAAAAAACE/WHpkFdHzj6M/s200/rosas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405542379002373314" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rosas<br /><br />Uma rosa... <br />Que está naquele jardim, naquele campo...<br />O vento me chama...<br />A inocência me leva...<br /><br />Vou pegá-la... aquela rosa<br />Tão inofensiva, tão clara... tão bonita<br />Ando e a vejo... toco-a...<br />e sinto... aquela rosa<br /><br />Que parecia tão linda<br />Agora me corta com os seus espinhos...<br />Me fura e me mata com o veneno<br />E as lágrimas vêm<br /><br />E sem medo eu vou... além<br />Além daquilo...e aprendo<br />aprendo com o erro<br />pois com os furos eu ganho cicatrizes<br /><br />Que se fecham e me marcam...<br />E aprendo...<br />Que posso achar outra... mais bela<br />mais suave...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-4882858157707555343?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-66767335375735790602009-11-18T11:56:00.000-08:002009-11-18T12:06:25.960-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRTGisTByI/AAAAAAAAABk/4xGSmTHNW_U/s1600/boat.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRTGisTByI/AAAAAAAAABk/4xGSmTHNW_U/s400/boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405536824608360226" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tua partida<br /><br />uma mistura de sentimentos<br />uma mistura de paixões <br />uma mistura de sofrimento<br />uma mistura que não tem solução<br /><br />olho em silêncio a tua partida<br />e não sei se vou esperar<br />outro sentimento que me dê vida<br />para voltar a amar<br /><br />Com a mesma intensidade que fora<br />aquela paixão sonhadora<br />meu pequeno navio se foi...<br />e aqui me deixou.<br /><br />Escrito em 17/11/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-6676733537573579060?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-87587860703737324302009-11-18T11:24:00.000-08:002009-11-18T11:46:19.461-08:00<span style="font-style:italic;"><br /> CAMINHOS</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwROjIhvdwI/AAAAAAAAABM/wMu4BZt6iEc/s1600/caminhos2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwROjIhvdwI/AAAAAAAAABM/wMu4BZt6iEc/s400/caminhos2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405531818242832130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwROQuV-3dI/AAAAAAAAABE/-orET8ameKw/s1600/poema.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwROQuV-3dI/AAAAAAAAABE/-orET8ameKw/s400/poema.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405531501976542674" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-8758786070373732430?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-81328660940445123542009-11-18T11:15:00.000-08:002009-11-18T11:20:07.671-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRIw6atzGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aA_cKI5GCGE/s1600/versos+%C3%ADntimos.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRIw6atzGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aA_cKI5GCGE/s320/versos+%C3%ADntimos.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405525457903668322" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Versos Íntimos<br /><br />Em cada minuto<br />Em cada ínfimo segundo<br />procuro na infinidade deste mundo<br />uma palavra justa<br /><br />Que descreva uma coincidência,<br />um abraço, um laço... <br />neste ágrafo espaço,<br />descrevendo cada íntimo contato<br /><br />Eu vou dizendo,<br />passando cada verbo<br />escrevendo cada objeto...<br /><br />E sigo descrevendo...<br />em versos lentos..<br />nossos momento...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-8132866094044512354?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-63488824356519148852009-11-18T10:53:00.001-08:002009-11-18T11:03:49.285-08:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Às vezes paramos de escutar as pessoas que amamos e damos atenção a comentários e insinuações de pessoas alheias aos nossos amores, damos mais atenção "aquela banda musical" do que a "banda que realmente nos interessa", o que nos leva a enegrecer a mente e a perder a confiança em tal pessoa. Este poema é fruto de tal experiência. Devemos antes de tudo amar e confiar.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRD-M7HC9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-JYbIynoPZo/s1600/tuamelodia.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRD-M7HC9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-JYbIynoPZo/s320/tuamelodia.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405520188651539410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Tua melodia</span><br /><br />Venho escutando a tua ópera<br />com melodias inigualáveis<br />Que me faz tão bem...<br />aquela tua ópera<br /><br />Porque além dela há outras tão atrativas<br />mas nenhuma compara-se a sua<br />pois eu a amo mais do que qualquer outra<br />confio nela mas do que qualquer outra<br /><br />Porque sou fiel ao que sinto<br />ao que anseio<br />mas aquela outra tenta colocar notas falsas nas suas<br />que são tão belas...<br /><br />Porém as amo, antes de mais nada<br />Admiro, antes de mais nada<br />Confio, antes de mais nada<br />Eu as sinto, antes de mais nada<br /><br />Podem tentar colocar um dó maior na tua partitura<br />mas a retiro<br />pois acredito primeiramente...<br />em você.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-6348882435651914885?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-37037637082932762762009-11-18T10:46:00.000-08:002009-11-18T10:49:13.656-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRBbJ7aW3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/f-CfaBVduow/s1600/verificar3.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRBbJ7aW3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/f-CfaBVduow/s320/verificar3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405517387528821618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Carta a Nicole<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dentre tantas metáforas ditas<br />dentre outras sinestesias sentidas<br />eu a vejo em cada poema<br />em cada traço desta minha marcante vida<br /><br /><br />E escrevo cada palavra em cada verso<br />com um sentido denotativo... explícito<br />para falar da sensação que sinto no íntimo<br />em outro sentido conotativo... implícito<br /><br /><br />E fico em ermo...<br />entro em desespero...<br />quando não a vejo...<br /><br /><br />A inspiração é o vento...<br />transmite calma e contento,<br />e você passa a ser o meu sustento.<br /><br /><br />escrito em 9/10/09</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-3703763708293276276?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661685521508971316.post-3510915551350595182009-11-18T10:22:00.000-08:002009-11-18T10:42:52.181-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Há um bom tempo pessoas que amo vêm me fazendo aceitar a idéia de postar meus poemas, tanto como meus outros esc</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">ritos, já que não tinha coragem. A essas pessoas, muito obrigado. O primeiro de todos eles, "Desiderium", aflorou em mim o sentimento de transcender sentimentos que guardava no meu íntimo.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sejam bem-vind</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">os ao meu blog!</span><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRACP-m41I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlFqRaK2jh8/s1600/blog+desiderium.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ru7VGPp3kw/SwRACP-m41I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HlFqRaK2jh8/s320/blog+desiderium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405515860144481106" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">DESIDERIUM</span>*<br /><br />Pode fazer do eu o depois<br />Que quer e que implora<br />Sou aquele que suplica por dois<br />E que espera, e tenta, e chora...<br /><br />Tão lindos, os sorrisos vindos,<br />Na ampla espera a demora me esgota,<br />E o desejo despido<br />Me cala, me mata, e me esfola...<br /><br />O ouro do gesto que às vezes parece correspondido<br />e a cicatriz que me agarra e não me solta<br />Me joga, me desordena e me sufoca<br /><br />Quando o crepúsculo cai,<br />Com o impulso que me asfixia<br />Eu fico corrompido e tudo vai na minha enorme agonia!!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">* 'Desejo' em latim</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6661685521508971316-351091555135059518?l=sinestesiasquentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Allan Michel Jales Coutinhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17560824430131697415noreply@blogger.com0