<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:21:22.923-02:00</updated><category term='Melancolia'/><category term='Diversas'/><category term='Dança do Ventre'/><category term='Desejo'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Espiritualidade'/><category term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Poesias Carolina Salcides</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-3047658439403339456</id><published>2012-01-14T13:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:24:42.046-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Por Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4fLDdXjx1s/TxDTdQr5bwI/AAAAAAAACiU/A-_cPGnc4Vw/s1600/313981_204593322933623_157874747605481_566512_519181_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4fLDdXjx1s/TxDTdQr5bwI/AAAAAAAACiU/A-_cPGnc4Vw/s320/313981_204593322933623_157874747605481_566512_519181_n.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ele me segura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me cura&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer medo&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer loucura...&lt;br /&gt;E eu me jogo, assim&lt;br /&gt;Nem olho, não penso no fim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto uma coragem infinita&lt;br /&gt;E o que me guia: é o que faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;e o que vibra forte em mim...&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos dá um poder de não desistir&lt;br /&gt;E eu, sigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque enquanto houver amor, os sonhos existirão&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sonhos, os pés seguirão&lt;br /&gt;E junto com eles ,as asas, o desejo, a alegria&lt;br /&gt;e a minha imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;E ela me diz muitas bobagens&lt;br /&gt;E me faz querer coisas que não existem&lt;br /&gt;E eu, sigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu escrevo nas minhas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Eu busco pérolas no fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu te desejo sorte no teu destino&lt;br /&gt;E nos desatinos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que se&amp;nbsp;entregar, para valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Há que se confiar, para acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar para ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Amar como se é, para ser amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Não há nada que valha a pena ser conquistado&lt;br /&gt;sem ter alguém do seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é o mais importante&lt;br /&gt;O resto, é volátil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((Carolina Salcides)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-3047658439403339456?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3047658439403339456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2012/01/por-amor.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/3047658439403339456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/3047658439403339456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2012/01/por-amor.html' title='Por Amor...'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4fLDdXjx1s/TxDTdQr5bwI/AAAAAAAACiU/A-_cPGnc4Vw/s72-c/313981_204593322933623_157874747605481_566512_519181_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-8314419555128241883</id><published>2011-12-08T11:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:42:26.276-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Tênue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elZKrruZu9s/TuC-a23CkhI/AAAAAAAACiE/Bg_5SyFqEKU/s1600/tumblr_lv72ns38cw1qz7ymyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elZKrruZu9s/TuC-a23CkhI/AAAAAAAACiE/Bg_5SyFqEKU/s320/tumblr_lv72ns38cw1qz7ymyo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O fio da minha vida não são elos de corrente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(como os que te prendem).&lt;br /&gt;Os teus pés estão presos ao chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teus olhos não vêem &amp;nbsp;outra direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Palavras de alma e sutilezas e caminhos (que só eu enxergo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não tocarão teu coração, não fazem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso te dar - mais - a mão... &lt;br /&gt;estou ficando presa, também.&lt;br /&gt;Estou frágil e forte. &lt;br /&gt;Ficam as lembranças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o que se aproxima agora&amp;nbsp;é a vida&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;que só eu sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que me prende é só um fio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-8314419555128241883?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8314419555128241883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/12/tenue.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8314419555128241883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8314419555128241883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/12/tenue.html' title='Tênue'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elZKrruZu9s/TuC-a23CkhI/AAAAAAAACiE/Bg_5SyFqEKU/s72-c/tumblr_lv72ns38cw1qz7ymyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-806522491309479739</id><published>2011-09-11T17:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:58:14.422-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>O Meu Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjyayPGBOOk/Tm0gQ9ouMTI/AAAAAAAACgw/y2VIKNTAcM8/s1600/267713_181623875230568_157874747605481_493222_585089_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjyayPGBOOk/Tm0gQ9ouMTI/AAAAAAAACgw/y2VIKNTAcM8/s1600/267713_181623875230568_157874747605481_493222_585089_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor dói, esse amor é forte,&lt;br /&gt;não cabe em mim... &lt;br /&gt;Esse amor me faz feliz, ele é bobo, romântico, desesperado,&lt;br /&gt;sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor eu quero sempre do lado, por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;por cima , por tudo, assim.&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor me acalma, me inspira, me anima,&lt;br /&gt;me deixa cinza, lilás, carmim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor me faz ser eu, ser ela, ser todas,&lt;br /&gt;tem cheiro de rosa, tem cheiro de alecrim.&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor é mágico, transforma, cria,&lt;br /&gt;se multiplica, cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-806522491309479739?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/806522491309479739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/806522491309479739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/806522491309479739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-meu-amor.html' title='O Meu Amor'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjyayPGBOOk/Tm0gQ9ouMTI/AAAAAAAACgw/y2VIKNTAcM8/s72-c/267713_181623875230568_157874747605481_493222_585089_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-4078986552793898677</id><published>2011-08-11T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:30:25.122-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jWrwRVL_GE/TkNKGhPOiNI/AAAAAAAACZg/kaDcTKYsmjA/s1600/jonsson-josefine-harriet02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jWrwRVL_GE/TkNKGhPOiNI/AAAAAAAACZg/kaDcTKYsmjA/s1600/jonsson-josefine-harriet02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não, ninguém me prende mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não, não vou voltar atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou seguir minha fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém poderá me negar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A minha vida é um sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não tenho os pés no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não sei se isso é bom ou mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Só sei que quero rir e voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não, não me faça implorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu &amp;nbsp;já fiz tudo que tinha que fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não ria de mim, não tenha pena, não chore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou ser feliz, meu amor, só me deixe ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não importa as tentativas do passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guardo todas lembranças no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não, não vou deixar o vento soprar longe dos meus cabelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou andar de balanço ouvindo essa canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A minha vida está em branco, uma tela a pintar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou começar do zero, tenho tantas letras e cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não, não vou deixar isso passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu carma é buscar e buscar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A minha vida é um suvenir, um presente meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui dar um passeio, não me chame por favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Varra meus temores, guarde tudo aí, segure as pontas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu voltarei sorindo, todos os dias, quando entrar por esta porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... compartilhar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style "&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_1" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_2" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_3" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_4" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_compact" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_counter addthis_bubble_style" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_config = {"data_track_clickback":true};&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#pubid=ra-4db2ced25022c9a8" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-4078986552793898677?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4078986552793898677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/08/destino.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4078986552793898677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4078986552793898677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/08/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jWrwRVL_GE/TkNKGhPOiNI/AAAAAAAACZg/kaDcTKYsmjA/s72-c/jonsson-josefine-harriet02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-7917636897787437309</id><published>2011-07-22T11:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T11:53:52.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsA5Pm-xS4M/TimDGKRY4_I/AAAAAAAACY0/8cqHnWYUjTc/s1600/http---meme.zenfs.com-u-425dadfd20c121c7d4b8f9b92932dc67b1fa5177.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsA5Pm-xS4M/TimDGKRY4_I/AAAAAAAACY0/8cqHnWYUjTc/s400/http---meme.zenfs.com-u-425dadfd20c121c7d4b8f9b92932dc67b1fa5177.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é o trem da vida, não é o trilho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não é só um homem ou um caminho quente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não é o gozo, o grito, os cabelos ao vento, o trabalho que realiza...&lt;br /&gt;É tudo... ao mesmo tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela não é única (uma só pra toda vida)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é cheia de paixões.... sem paixão a vida é um chá morno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A paixão não é palpável.... é cada célula pulsante e o arrepio que desperta no corpo e na alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ela desperta os ossos, desperta a fome. &lt;br /&gt;Paixão é fome.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso se alimentar, se preencher completamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Você merece isso. Merece mais. &lt;br /&gt;Ame-se. Desperte.&lt;br /&gt;O morno é confortante... e só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje, quero acordar faminta para o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((Carolina Salcides)))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.07.11&lt;br /&gt;... compartilhar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style "&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_1" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_2" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_3" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_4" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_compact" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_counter addthis_bubble_style" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_config = {"data_track_clickback":true};&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#pubid=ra-4db2ced25022c9a8" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-7917636897787437309?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7917636897787437309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/07/despertar.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/7917636897787437309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/7917636897787437309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/07/despertar.html' title='Despertar'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsA5Pm-xS4M/TimDGKRY4_I/AAAAAAAACY0/8cqHnWYUjTc/s72-c/http---meme.zenfs.com-u-425dadfd20c121c7d4b8f9b92932dc67b1fa5177.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-8683571438045364607</id><published>2011-04-09T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:49:58.051-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Simples Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nROLy38Yy6E/TYw3AdVZ0aI/AAAAAAAAbY4/6CFG21KL6hI/s400/stylizimoblog-IMG_5332.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gosto da minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das minhas flores: flores lilás, lavandas, hortências e tulipas rosas.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da cor branca (em tudo agora)...de sentir a paz, o silêncio e o perfume de alecrim.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de pisar no tapete de pele, sentir o ar gelado entrando pela fresta, usar meias listradas.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de olhar pela janela as folhas dançando com o vento, a palmeira arranhando meu vidro....&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sentir o sol da manhã aquecendo meu corpo.... de sentir o cheio de café novo.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do silêncio da noite, da lua cheia gigante na sala.... da taça de vinho na mão.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sentir o conforto, o calor, o amor, as mãos entrelaçadas....&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de misturar temperos, ouvir música francesa.... usar kimono florido.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ver como as plantas crescem quando se cuida.... e murcham de repente.&lt;br /&gt;De como a chuva cai sem pedir licença. De como se forma um arco-íris na parede.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ver como a vida pode ser simples e surpreendente.&lt;br /&gt;De como a rotina pode ser a mesma e ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sentir que o amor cresce... gosto de ver quando o olho brilha.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sentir a leveza, a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de me sentir assim: em plena Felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;Simples, assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((Carolina Salcides)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-8683571438045364607?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8683571438045364607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/04/simples-assim.html#comment-form' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8683571438045364607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8683571438045364607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2011/04/simples-assim.html' title='Simples Assim'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nROLy38Yy6E/TYw3AdVZ0aI/AAAAAAAAbY4/6CFG21KL6hI/s72-c/stylizimoblog-IMG_5332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-2039871653896818959</id><published>2010-11-09T10:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:19:59.289-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Vibração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TNk3BGXBmpI/AAAAAAAACWM/6rJQ_bGCAfk/s1600/OgAAACmYw33x0fMAmevDTaUvUwt0esPeGoXvOdFAznyoBHKZwm79wztI8v_OYDF6gnt_Xcy8rgDhmsBFbEXMBgjL1hgAm1T1UAm_GAGYLv0Rl6_8NmYAorXn4qe3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TNk3BGXBmpI/AAAAAAAACWM/6rJQ_bGCAfk/s400/OgAAACmYw33x0fMAmevDTaUvUwt0esPeGoXvOdFAznyoBHKZwm79wztI8v_OYDF6gnt_Xcy8rgDhmsBFbEXMBgjL1hgAm1T1UAm_GAGYLv0Rl6_8NmYAorXn4qe3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gosto de me perder, assim me reencontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gosto que o vento brinque com meus cabelos e meus pés me guiem por caminhos bonitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Assim meu sorriso cresce e minha menina dança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gosto se sentir o sol aquecendo a pele e o amor me espiando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Assim minha alma agradece e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;conforta-se.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gosto de ver como as coisas são transitórias, mas são as mesmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Os grãos de areia mudam com o vento, se reagrupam e ainda assim são dunas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ou são o caminho, a margem ou o fundo do mar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Há beleza na descontrução.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sou um grãozinho, uma gota.... sou o universo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pretensão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não. sensação....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu corpo sente o peso da caminhada,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mas assim, só assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Minha alma vibra o sentido de estar aqui.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fragmentada ou inteira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-2039871653896818959?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2039871653896818959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/11/vibracao.html#comment-form' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2039871653896818959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2039871653896818959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/11/vibracao.html' title='Vibração'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TNk3BGXBmpI/AAAAAAAACWM/6rJQ_bGCAfk/s72-c/OgAAACmYw33x0fMAmevDTaUvUwt0esPeGoXvOdFAznyoBHKZwm79wztI8v_OYDF6gnt_Xcy8rgDhmsBFbEXMBgjL1hgAm1T1UAm_GAGYLv0Rl6_8NmYAorXn4qe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-7836499774630826365</id><published>2010-10-22T15:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:21:04.606-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Encantamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TMG6nVajAmI/AAAAAAAACVo/GMZszojNV5I/s1600/kv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TMG6nVajAmI/AAAAAAAACVo/GMZszojNV5I/s400/kv.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora estamos mais perto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escutando o céu e o que ele tem para nos dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A estrada não é mais um deserto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tudo que temos a fazer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É seguir.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Podemos sonhar todas as noites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ver a lua nascendo, caminhar juntos sob as estrelas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós sabemos encontrar a magia, sem limites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cada dia uma nova colheita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos sair e sentir o caminho......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando duas almas afins se encontram os sinos tocam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flores caem do alto, folhas, borboletas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você percebe os sinais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O caminho é claro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os sonhos iguais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor fica enquanto há luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há celebração e encantamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A poeira se acumula por caminhos não percorridos e cantos não visitados....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dance comigo, todas as noites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por todos os cantos enquanto estivermos acordados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E dormindo, por todas minhas curvas.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-7836499774630826365?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7836499774630826365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/10/encantamento.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/7836499774630826365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/7836499774630826365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/10/encantamento.html' title='Encantamento'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TMG6nVajAmI/AAAAAAAACVo/GMZszojNV5I/s72-c/kv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-1856421083469715499</id><published>2010-06-29T12:11:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:22:26.241-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Terrena.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TC3Rksyo0pI/AAAAAAAACVQ/_k15EflWGdU/s1600/penelope+cruz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TC3Rksyo0pI/AAAAAAAACVQ/_k15EflWGdU/s320/penelope+cruz1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489273949263549074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou tão certa, tão séria e capaz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou ausente, presente, sem horas...&lt;br /&gt;Estou fora do tempo, dos dias, dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Estou dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou ocupada construindo minha felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;A areia do tempo me invade...&lt;br /&gt;Meus fiéis companheiros me seguem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E meus dias têm sido como um banho de sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser feliz e amada me consome toda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca estive tão inteira... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terrena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;((( Carolina Salcides)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-1856421083469715499?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1856421083469715499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/06/terrena.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1856421083469715499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1856421083469715499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/06/terrena.html' title='Terrena.'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/TC3Rksyo0pI/AAAAAAAACVQ/_k15EflWGdU/s72-c/penelope+cruz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-5777096732280773194</id><published>2010-06-02T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:00:37.045-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Conclusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/S3BGaPbRuLI/AAAAAAAACUY/S6utA-dREJU/s1600-h/OgAAADWvjZAjjyKDGU0MMpg-cr-HLW7EgHoZB_8t30p5pGy7DsJpB0MbCU9H9-KCLh_46oRGengsmPKYpoVs5U5EU0sAm1T1ULOuXpyAfvjGpqISi_-DTJeCby8s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/S3BGaPbRuLI/AAAAAAAACUY/S6utA-dREJU/s320/OgAAADWvjZAjjyKDGU0MMpg-cr-HLW7EgHoZB_8t30p5pGy7DsJpB0MbCU9H9-KCLh_46oRGengsmPKYpoVs5U5EU0sAm1T1ULOuXpyAfvjGpqISi_-DTJeCby8s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435922166867671218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo já não foi dito? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentido? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostrado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que mais posso dizer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quanto mais posso me abrir se já estou às avessas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo bem não sou mais a mesma... depois te tantas viagens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas vê a água: percorre paisagens, se funde e se separa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E continua sendo água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou àgua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(((Carolina Salcides)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-5777096732280773194?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5777096732280773194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/02/conclusao.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/5777096732280773194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/5777096732280773194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/02/conclusao.html' title='Conclusão'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/S3BGaPbRuLI/AAAAAAAACUY/S6utA-dREJU/s72-c/OgAAADWvjZAjjyKDGU0MMpg-cr-HLW7EgHoZB_8t30p5pGy7DsJpB0MbCU9H9-KCLh_46oRGengsmPKYpoVs5U5EU0sAm1T1ULOuXpyAfvjGpqISi_-DTJeCby8s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-6174485867622000984</id><published>2010-03-31T21:05:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:27:37.480-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Minha Estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/S7P2CCMR32I/AAAAAAAACU0/w5s9Jiknwpg/s1600/599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/S7P2CCMR32I/AAAAAAAACU0/w5s9Jiknwpg/s400/599.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454974088484347746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sou mais a mesma mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje eu não fico mas perdida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontrei o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e quem o encontra, encontra sua luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, como é bom estar completa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontrei a solução de todas buscas infrutíferas&lt;br /&gt;Todos meus instintos retornaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando alcancei meu interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minhas estrelas se acalmaram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brilham para um só ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sua luz cresce com a minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E juntos iluminamos nossos caminhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A missão se torna clara e ela nos levará para longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, como é bom transbordar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nessa manhã, igualmente bela, vejo que pisamos as mesmas folhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A relva que guardei para mim, hoje te entrego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou dizendo isso com suspiros e com os olhos altos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantas estradas apareceram nessa caminhada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escolhi a deste amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esta, fez toda a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((Carolina Salcides)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-6174485867622000984?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6174485867622000984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/03/minha-estrada.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/6174485867622000984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/6174485867622000984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/03/minha-estrada.html' title='Minha Estrada'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/S7P2CCMR32I/AAAAAAAACU0/w5s9Jiknwpg/s72-c/599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-1494802963833156934</id><published>2009-12-28T08:46:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:41:57.282-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SziSiHMb--I/AAAAAAAACTw/jsh2tOrSbcs/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SziSiHMb--I/AAAAAAAACTw/jsh2tOrSbcs/s400/k.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420243266284813282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busco o estado em que minha alma resplandeça&lt;br /&gt;Esta, goza somente em liberdade e plenitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vibra ao menor sopro que um vento teça&lt;br /&gt;E inóspita fica quando se enche de inquietude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De almas desérticas meus olhos desviam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busco amores afins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paisagens vivas, puras e solitárias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou no sentido contrário, na profundeza das coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou encontrando-me. Vivendo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom voar, mas melhor ainda caminhar observando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou egoísta... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As palavras são só minhas, e os dias e as noites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desconectei-me. Desprendi.&lt;br /&gt;Andei por novos rumos, me despedi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desculpem a ausência, eu estava comigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-1494802963833156934?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1494802963833156934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempo.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1494802963833156934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1494802963833156934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SziSiHMb--I/AAAAAAAACTw/jsh2tOrSbcs/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-9184783964666181471</id><published>2009-11-25T16:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:07:10.453-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>O Meu Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795614210656466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 260px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SSWgr2y2iNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9WFDKDBTzb8/s320/ATYAAADuMywVMEEdIpCcWPQI77B91IKVu6Ekb2WJMZW8n6SdfUUDSIp7GUSBa-zNnvqxIb-6juYhjAGxnVV3fHESrRymAJtU9VC5pfryjgbqzJyDFmGfbp9e1cmHzw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Meu Amor é Sagrado...&lt;br /&gt;Consagrado.&lt;br /&gt;Concebido em Lua Cheia...&lt;br /&gt;Fortecedido em todas elas.&lt;br /&gt;Em em Todos os Dias que se seguem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é meu Mistério e Minha Força.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não devia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu mato por Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo! (Por Esse Meu Amor).&lt;br /&gt;Só por ele, ninguém Mais.&lt;br /&gt;Como uma Felina defendendo suas crias&lt;br /&gt;Defendendo seu Macho, seu Território.&lt;br /&gt;Eu defendo Meu Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é meu é Sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;E morreria por ele também.&lt;br /&gt;Daria o Sangue e a carne e os ossos...&lt;br /&gt;Daria toda a minha força para salvá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Daria meu olhos para guiá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Eu me daria toda para Ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu me dou.&lt;br /&gt;Porque Ele, sou Eu.&lt;br /&gt;E Eu, sou Ele....&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos Um.&lt;br /&gt;Amantes Antigos&lt;br /&gt;Somos Estrelas... Energia Divina.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é parte Sagrada de Mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o que em mim Vibra.&lt;br /&gt;Dói nele, dói em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sua alegria, é a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Meu Amor é o meu motivo&lt;br /&gt;Meu labirinto, minha saída.&lt;br /&gt;É o caminho e o Alvo.&lt;br /&gt;O Meu Amor é  meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;Minha fé&lt;br /&gt;Minhas Asas...&lt;br /&gt;Minha Raíz na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-9184783964666181471?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/9184783964666181471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/9184783964666181471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/9184783964666181471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-meu-amor.html' title='O Meu Amor...'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SSWgr2y2iNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9WFDKDBTzb8/s72-c/ATYAAADuMywVMEEdIpCcWPQI77B91IKVu6Ekb2WJMZW8n6SdfUUDSIp7GUSBa-zNnvqxIb-6juYhjAGxnVV3fHESrRymAJtU9VC5pfryjgbqzJyDFmGfbp9e1cmHzw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-6697854571535944430</id><published>2009-11-25T16:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:04:02.885-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espiritualidade'/><title type='text'>Espiralizando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SRjzL94KogI/AAAAAAAAAvY/THN4GetySf8/s1600-h/byka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267227151124046338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SRjzL94KogI/AAAAAAAAAvY/THN4GetySf8/s400/byka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu vislumbro o Paraíso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu o crio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele não me será dado, mas sim gerado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sairá através de mim...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A beleza é o reflexo, não o alvo.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não existe para ser atingida e sim m a n i f e s t a d a.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós, somos o alvo... O Amor, a flexa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É preciso Amor para poder Pulsar...&lt;br /&gt;Coragem para ser o que se é.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Proteção nunca é demais.&lt;br /&gt;Medo, é fé de menos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida é uma espiral de evolução...&lt;br /&gt;Cada nova volta, cada curva... é um salto quântico!&lt;br /&gt;Não existe evolução sem desafios...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Desafios são desafios...&lt;br /&gt;Salte-os!&lt;br /&gt;Não fique preso entre os espaços da Espiral&lt;br /&gt;Agarrado a velhas e pequenas emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Percorra-os... seguindo o fluxo!&lt;br /&gt;Liberte-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A semente rompe-se para gerar vida e beleza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Floresça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Espiralize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cresça!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-6697854571535944430?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6697854571535944430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/espiralizando.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/6697854571535944430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/6697854571535944430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/espiralizando.html' title='Espiralizando'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SRjzL94KogI/AAAAAAAAAvY/THN4GetySf8/s72-c/byka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-4993034417163234621</id><published>2009-11-25T15:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:02:07.996-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Combinado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SQVPEDEFIJI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sNC20ZanA9Y/s1600-h/Love+is+beautiful+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261698670612783250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SQVPEDEFIJI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sNC20ZanA9Y/s400/Love+is+beautiful+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Toca-me mais.&lt;br /&gt;Beba sem pressa...&lt;br /&gt;Coma com fúria.&lt;br /&gt;Atente-se aos detalhes:&lt;br /&gt;Laços e fitas&lt;br /&gt;Caras e bocas.&lt;br /&gt;Desvende os olhares...&lt;br /&gt;Adivinhe o que eu nem sei o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Surpreenda.&lt;br /&gt;Embriague-se um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não fique bobo.&lt;br /&gt;Proteja-me...&lt;br /&gt;Desgoverne meu reino&lt;br /&gt;Bagunce minha ordem.&lt;br /&gt;Viole meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;E não tenha medo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não mordo!&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho...&lt;br /&gt;Vale tentar...&lt;br /&gt;Na próxima lua,&lt;br /&gt;Eis a previsão:&lt;br /&gt;Serei Toda Tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-4993034417163234621?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4993034417163234621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/combinado.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4993034417163234621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4993034417163234621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/combinado.html' title='Combinado'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SQVPEDEFIJI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sNC20ZanA9Y/s72-c/Love+is+beautiful+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-2234323043288875632</id><published>2009-11-25T15:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:59:38.009-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Bilhete do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SQVLVAbbvrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/VIV-aJTZ6-8/s1600-h/Selec%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2Bsemana%2BVol%5B1%5D.10%2B(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261694563916693170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SQVLVAbbvrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/VIV-aJTZ6-8/s400/Selec%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2Bsemana%2BVol%5B1%5D.10%2B(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Ande sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Aventure-se nessa estrada comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para o céu sobre sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o cheiro da vida&lt;br /&gt;O pulsar forte do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje&lt;br /&gt;Viva a sua sua vida, a nossa&lt;br /&gt;Venha logo, siga meus rastros...&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça o relógio, esqueça as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Deixe a rotina de lado...&lt;br /&gt;Faremos o nosso dia, o nosso mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nossos sonhos em 84 mil segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-2234323043288875632?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2234323043288875632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/bilhete-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2234323043288875632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2234323043288875632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/bilhete-do-dia.html' title='Bilhete do dia'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SQVLVAbbvrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/VIV-aJTZ6-8/s72-c/Selec%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2Bsemana%2BVol%5B1%5D.10%2B(11).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-4045831982329228460</id><published>2009-11-25T15:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:55:05.174-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Expressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="um véu ao vento..." src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/21607.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A arte é a expressão plástica do espírito&lt;br /&gt;E o meu, livre, infinito e criativo manifesta-se com o ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como um grande véu nas mãos a dançar no vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muda suas formas, muda de direção sem hesitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É urgente, mas sabe esperar quando há calmaria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É fino, sutil, mas tecido por fibras fortes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não se aprisiona, dança a melodia dos ventos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vaga pelo céu e chão... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suja-se de lodo e é purificado pelas chuvas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É pisado, acariciado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Envolvente e aconchegante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu espírito dança, voa, rodopia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cria e recria-se diariamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cria laços, elos, nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quanto mais forte mais brilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se tão só, desatina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O só não é a falta de presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas a presente falta de si mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E toda falta é sombria, seca, vazia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida é a arte de estarmos cheios, de nós mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou me habitando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou minha melhor inquilina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E em mim, só entra quem eu deixar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teço a teia de minha própria vida; hoje, sem nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha expressão é a melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É moldada pelas estrelas, vento e chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a expressão mais pura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antiga e sagrada canção de adoração em coro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De muitas almas e vidas que, em equilíbrio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fazem de um pano velho, virar ouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SNK80wzk77I/AAAAAAAAAsY/a1CnRFq6LK8/s1600-h/21607.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-4045831982329228460?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4045831982329228460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/expressao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4045831982329228460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4045831982329228460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/expressao.html' title='Expressão'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-2339651784960851011</id><published>2009-11-25T15:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:53:41.145-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancolia'/><title type='text'>De Repente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SMw08FthqOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/WszGCN2Yj-w/s1600-h/4034005b8f5baf61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245625872909707490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SMw08FthqOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/WszGCN2Yj-w/s400/4034005b8f5baf61.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; De repente, ele já não estava mais ali...&lt;br /&gt;Ele, o amor, aquele amor urgente&lt;br /&gt;Não estava mais do lado&lt;br /&gt;Não estava perto&lt;br /&gt;Não estava na rotina&lt;br /&gt;Mas estava na gente&lt;br /&gt;E tinha que esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma estação que se vai&lt;br /&gt;Como a neve que cai&lt;br /&gt;Como as coisas que se partem&lt;br /&gt;O amor foi de leve, sutilmente partindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor foi para a guerra&lt;br /&gt;E meu campo fez-se muralha&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleza de fé&lt;br /&gt;De um único senhor&lt;br /&gt;Um único amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor espera&lt;br /&gt;Como o outono espera pela primavera&lt;br /&gt;As folhas caem... E o amor dói .&lt;br /&gt;Plátanos decoram meu chão&lt;br /&gt;E o que conforta é que sei&lt;br /&gt;Que as flores vêm&lt;br /&gt;Elas sempre virão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt; abril/2oo8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-2339651784960851011?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2339651784960851011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-repente.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2339651784960851011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2339651784960851011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-repente.html' title='De Repente'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SMw08FthqOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/WszGCN2Yj-w/s72-c/4034005b8f5baf61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-175731857304843599</id><published>2009-11-25T15:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:49:49.898-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Doce Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SLzgPc-5VYI/AAAAAAAAArg/uCceVH7ocL4/s1600-h/piece__the_field_by_FULGOREY2K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241310622435071362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SLzgPc-5VYI/AAAAAAAAArg/uCceVH7ocL4/s400/piece__the_field_by_FULGOREY2K.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fulgorey2k.deviantart.com/art/piece-the-field-79364442"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://fulgorey2k.deviantart.com/art/piece-the-field-79364442&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu juro me abrir em setembro...&lt;br /&gt;Porque em setembro eu sempre estou pronta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me esforço...&lt;br /&gt;Abro-me, simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando melhor por meus campos...&lt;br /&gt;Em setembro eu me tenho.&lt;br /&gt;E me tendo, sou toda tua.&lt;br /&gt;Como as flores são da primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;set.2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-175731857304843599?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/175731857304843599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/doce-setembro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/175731857304843599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/175731857304843599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/doce-setembro.html' title='Doce Setembro'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SLzgPc-5VYI/AAAAAAAAArg/uCceVH7ocL4/s72-c/piece__the_field_by_FULGOREY2K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-1767482920264431478</id><published>2009-05-26T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:16:11.337-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancolia'/><title type='text'>Pra ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Shy-FugF5-I/AAAAAAAABUw/T50afXxt60A/s1600-h/6%2BMiINHA%2BDECLARA%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Shy-FugF5-I/AAAAAAAABUw/T50afXxt60A/s400/6%2BMiINHA%2BDECLARA%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340352263745824738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vontade de correr pro teu colo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ficar deitada no teu peito sem dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois de tanta ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De bons e maus momentos não compartilhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois do nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dá vontade de correr aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te ver, te chamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque é quando dói, mas dói muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É quando sinto, sinto muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu penso mesmo em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque eu me perco mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixo-me pra depois....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando meu corpo grita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha alma berra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E chove sem parar desmoronando minhas estruturas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É que desperto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me pergunto onde estou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como vim para aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E cadê você?... De novo e sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra me iluminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-1767482920264431478?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1767482920264431478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/05/pra-ti.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1767482920264431478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1767482920264431478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/05/pra-ti.html' title='Pra ti...'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Shy-FugF5-I/AAAAAAAABUw/T50afXxt60A/s72-c/6%2BMiINHA%2BDECLARA%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-6129463192234010559</id><published>2007-09-24T02:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:57:28.849-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Confissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RvdFpm22cNI/AAAAAAAAARI/k4H3IQ-oL2k/s1600-h/confiss%C3%83%C2%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113632483010048210" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RvdFpm22cNI/AAAAAAAAARI/k4H3IQ-oL2k/s400/confiss%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que me compõe é tudo o que minha alma já viveu.&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que meu corpo já sentiu.&lt;br /&gt;É o que eu me lembro, sonho, sinto:&lt;br /&gt;Amores, dores... Medos, vícios.&lt;br /&gt;É o que eu crio para mim&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu tiro... Desmorono...&lt;br /&gt;E o que fica é só o verdadeiro:&lt;br /&gt;Componho-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me habita é tudo o que eu consinto.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é intrínseco, eu convivo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os “eus” me habitam&lt;br /&gt;E todos eles gritam...&lt;br /&gt;Fugas, fogueiras, fuzuês...&lt;br /&gt;Habitam-me todos os sexos...&lt;br /&gt;Crenças, cores, quereres...&lt;br /&gt;E eu não fujo:&lt;br /&gt;Habito-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu conheço é o que eu busco&lt;br /&gt;E eu busco só o total...&lt;br /&gt;O que toca fundo, o que tem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Meio termo, meio passo, meio vivo;&lt;br /&gt;O meio me faz mal.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não se conhece aceita qualquer coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Não conheço o caminho,... Mas hei de seguir...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei do mundo, mas sei de mim:&lt;br /&gt;Conheço-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu permito é tudo que me eleva&lt;br /&gt;Se não engrandece, não me acrescenta: desce!&lt;br /&gt;A luz e a sombra me somam, me mostram, me são.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o doce e o veneno, não há o que escolher...&lt;br /&gt;Verso e inverso, yin-yang, eu me completo.&lt;br /&gt;Não me tiro:&lt;br /&gt;Permito-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que minha alma já viveu me compõe&lt;br /&gt;E o que me compõe habita em mim&lt;br /&gt;E o que habita em mim, eu conheço&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu conheço eu permito&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu permito, é.&lt;br /&gt;Eu Sou.&lt;br /&gt;Permito-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carolina Salcides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-6129463192234010559?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6129463192234010559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/09/confisso.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/6129463192234010559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/6129463192234010559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/09/confisso.html' title='Confissão'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RvdFpm22cNI/AAAAAAAAARI/k4H3IQ-oL2k/s72-c/confiss%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-2929234044729955363</id><published>2007-09-01T21:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:03:31.225-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Amor Total</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105410390710614594" border="0" alt="Amor total" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RtoPs2Lk-kI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MRI7wi-p3so/s400/amor+total.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Só entrando em contato total e sentindo todas as células e sensações para conhecer a alma feminina em tamanho, intensidade e em suas formas mais inconcebíveis para um homem.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma se entrega para a tua...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o contato contigo é total.&lt;br /&gt;Alma de Vênus: formatada para o amor...&lt;br /&gt;Para caber em tuas mãos, boca, espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é para todos os teus espaços...&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os teus gostos...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso minha alma se entrega para a tua...&lt;br /&gt;Pois ama todos os meus rostos... E enfrenta todas as minhas luas.&lt;br /&gt;E as exalta... E me celebra... E surpreende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma se entrega para a tua&lt;br /&gt;Como um rio se entrega para o mar...&lt;br /&gt;É a intensidade, a força, caminho e libertação.&lt;br /&gt;É a cada dia mais amar e amar...&lt;br /&gt;Amor para os doze meses (que sempre se renovam)&lt;br /&gt;Para as quatro luas e para todas as ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Amor para os montes e vales&lt;br /&gt;Amor para todos os níveis&lt;br /&gt;Sete chakras&lt;br /&gt;Seis sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Amor para meus olhos, pele, ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de silêncio, intuição, gemidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma se entrega para a tua...&lt;br /&gt;Porque a recebes a qualquer hora.&lt;br /&gt;Essa alma minha que se inquieta, se perde...&lt;br /&gt;Se deixa levar por outros ventos... Vaga silenciosa...&lt;br /&gt;Busca outros caminhos... Olha tudo, quer tudo...&lt;br /&gt;E, o TUDO, acaba me reconduzindo de volta a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem tua presença o tudo é nada, poeira, vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma se entrega para a tua...&lt;br /&gt;Não há outro peito que ela se encaixe...&lt;br /&gt;Beijo tua boca até com lama&lt;br /&gt;Porque teu gosto é a metade do meu... E metade é dois.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero outra cama...&lt;br /&gt;Quero que só tu me aches.&lt;br /&gt;Recomeço, renasço... Perco-me...&lt;br /&gt;E me encontro sempre em ti!&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma tem a luz da vida e o fogo da paixão:&lt;br /&gt;Aonde o amor chega e cresce.&lt;br /&gt;E só tua semente floresce em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma se entrega para a tua...&lt;br /&gt;Porque a tua alma segue a minha&lt;br /&gt;E amar é seguir junto...&lt;br /&gt;E quando acho que estou sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Sem ver teus rastros, teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendo-me carregada por teus braços. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carolina Salcides &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-2929234044729955363?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2929234044729955363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/09/amor-total.html#comment-form' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2929234044729955363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2929234044729955363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/09/amor-total.html' title='Amor Total'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RtoPs2Lk-kI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MRI7wi-p3so/s72-c/amor+total.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-2177413284058212526</id><published>2007-07-25T22:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:53:35.693-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espiritualidade'/><title type='text'>Assaltos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rqf49kDwm_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/o3vwvKjo9xU/s1600-h/ka+signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091311640300788722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Clique para ver a imagem maior" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rqf49kDwm_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/o3vwvKjo9xU/s400/ka+signature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do medo, eu teço mais coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Um salto maior eu dou se me acorrentam.&lt;br /&gt;Da dor da poda eu renasço inteira&lt;br /&gt;Saio a melhor rosa da roseira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do cinza frio do asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Do vermelho sangue nos olhos do bandido&lt;br /&gt;Eu ergo minha bandeira ao alto: lilás e rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Outra fada teria fugido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu encanto, crio, expando.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que minhas asas tremam&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que estejam amarradas&lt;br /&gt;Eu vôo.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o medo açoite-me à noite&lt;br /&gt;E a dúvida surja em seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do piloto automático eu fujo&lt;br /&gt;Da venda nos olhos - que já são cegos...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a vibração das pedras&lt;br /&gt;Quero a velocidade da luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“ Às vezes, as boas noticias vêm disfarçadas de más...&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ver através, o que a vida está querendo realmente lhe mostrar.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-2177413284058212526?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2177413284058212526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/assaltos.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2177413284058212526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2177413284058212526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/assaltos.html' title='Assaltos'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rqf49kDwm_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/o3vwvKjo9xU/s72-c/ka+signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-7213200728261810624</id><published>2007-05-31T15:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:47:38.715-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dança do Ventre'/><title type='text'>Poesias dança do Ventre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206612673417429314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SEGapAIXwUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yFSJ4O2ISdo/s320/dancadoventre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dança das Deusas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danço para mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Danço com minha'lma.&lt;br /&gt;Danço para celebrar a vida&lt;br /&gt;Que através de mim se espalha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exalto as Deusas&lt;br /&gt;Movo a terra&lt;br /&gt;Espalho vida, dança&lt;br /&gt;Alegria, esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Desperto o encanto&lt;br /&gt;E fascínio a todo canto.&lt;br /&gt;Provoco mistério&lt;br /&gt;Te tiro do sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a arte, a magia e o mistério&lt;br /&gt;Escondem-se sob minha saia&lt;br /&gt;Mostram-se na minha dança&lt;br /&gt;Que traduz minha essência&lt;br /&gt;Minha ânsia de vida e beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque danço com as Deusas&lt;br /&gt;Danço com as luas&lt;br /&gt;Como as ondas dançam no mar&lt;br /&gt;Como as nuvens que se exibem no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Assim a dança me faz...&lt;br /&gt;Faz exalar-me como as flores&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me bela como os amores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206611621574080338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SEGZrxtX91I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UuPPNA534dc/s320/galho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dança do Ventre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança&lt;br /&gt;Ventre&lt;br /&gt;Deusa&lt;br /&gt;Vida&lt;br /&gt;Lua&lt;br /&gt;Céus.&lt;br /&gt;Saias&lt;br /&gt;Lenços&lt;br /&gt;Brilhos&lt;br /&gt;Véus.&lt;br /&gt;Som&lt;br /&gt;Ser&lt;br /&gt;Dançar&lt;br /&gt;Encantar.&lt;br /&gt;Renascer&lt;br /&gt;Apresentar&lt;br /&gt;Ousar.&lt;br /&gt;Na ponta do pé&lt;br /&gt;No balançar do quadril&lt;br /&gt;No girar das saias&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo sutil.&lt;br /&gt;Ventre dança&lt;br /&gt;Deusa Ventre&lt;br /&gt;Vida dança&lt;br /&gt;Dança do ventre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206611621574080338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SEGZrxtX91I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UuPPNA534dc/s320/galho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dança Dançarina!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança Dançarina!&lt;br /&gt;Dança mulher, dança a Deusa&lt;br /&gt;Dançam as fadas e bruxas&lt;br /&gt;Dançam todas tuas mulheres...&lt;br /&gt;Solta tua cigana, solta tua criança.&lt;br /&gt;E dança, dança!&lt;br /&gt;Porque nasceste para dançar!&lt;br /&gt;Dança a dança da vida, da euforia&lt;br /&gt;A dança do amor e da alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança Dançarina!&lt;br /&gt;Não só com tuas saias&lt;br /&gt;Dança com tua alma&lt;br /&gt;E não só com as músicas,&lt;br /&gt;Dança as melodias do dia&lt;br /&gt;Dança ao som da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Celebra teu destino&lt;br /&gt;Pois ele é guiado pelos teus ritmos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então dançe dançarina!&lt;br /&gt;Celebre, guie&lt;br /&gt;Crie, comande.&lt;br /&gt;Dance dance&lt;br /&gt;Sua sagrada dança&lt;br /&gt;E sempre encante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206611621574080338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SEGZrxtX91I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UuPPNA534dc/s320/galho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu Ventre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventre, alicerce de teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Foco total de tua dança.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhas com o quadril&lt;br /&gt;E move todas energias que te circundam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu ventre é o alto e o baixo.&lt;br /&gt;Morte, vida renascimento.&lt;br /&gt;É o pai e a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Centro do universo&lt;br /&gt;Teu ventre é movimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventre sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;Centro de tuas emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Ventre do desafio&lt;br /&gt;De tuas sensações em relação à vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu ventre é tua força mulher!&lt;br /&gt;Descubra essa força.&lt;br /&gt;Movimente-se&lt;br /&gt;E descubra lugares antes adormecidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a dança ativa tuas células&lt;br /&gt;A dança te impulsiona&lt;br /&gt;A conhecer lugares dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;Os mais sutis lugares...&lt;br /&gt;Descubra-se mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206611621574080338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SEGZrxtX91I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UuPPNA534dc/s320/galho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela é Mesmo Assim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela caminha com os pés descalços&lt;br /&gt;Ela dança com os pés descalços&lt;br /&gt;Ela dança para seu próprio deleite&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o passado, o futuro e o presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o todo em movimento&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tudo todo momento&lt;br /&gt;No seu balançar&lt;br /&gt;No seu modo se amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela encanta ao dançar&lt;br /&gt;Surpreende ao filosofar&lt;br /&gt;Ela é arte por toda parte&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a chuva e o fogo que arde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Um vento, um poder&lt;br /&gt;uma mulher que dança&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher difícil de esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-7213200728261810624?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7213200728261810624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/poesias-dana-do-ventre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/7213200728261810624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/7213200728261810624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/poesias-dana-do-ventre.html' title='Poesias dança do Ventre'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SEGapAIXwUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yFSJ4O2ISdo/s72-c/dancadoventre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-8867312871057526479</id><published>2007-05-01T16:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:54:21.303-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espiritualidade'/><title type='text'>Sincronicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060047429864691986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Celebre a vida!" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RjjmVAO2mRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/S-mu9Ykl7nI/s320/celebreavida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me sente sem eu chegar&lt;br /&gt;Eu leio sua alma sem te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu levo amor à tua vida&lt;br /&gt;E um brilho de luz em cada palavra dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta um pensamento para que eu aconteça&lt;br /&gt;De noite eu penso, de manhã realizo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não controlo o choro e o riso&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia crio a minha sentença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu atraio só o que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço minhas imagens...&lt;br /&gt;O retorno chega logo&lt;br /&gt;Chega o amor, luz, felicidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto teus desejos no vento&lt;br /&gt;Eu sigo tua essência e luz.&lt;br /&gt;O que estás pensando neste momento?&lt;br /&gt;O que você pensa longe reluz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim, de tão simples difícil parece&lt;br /&gt;É assim, fazer acontecer hoje o que a alma pede&lt;br /&gt;É assim, só pensar e sintonizar no bem...&lt;br /&gt;É só querer que tudo vem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Há uma força escondida, uma força do astral, uma força minha, que faz acontecer o bem ou o mal. Os pensamentos têm força. Preste atenção nos seus e no que você atrai na sua vida... Pois você a cria diariamente!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-8867312871057526479?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8867312871057526479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/sincronicidade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8867312871057526479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8867312871057526479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/sincronicidade.html' title='Sincronicidade'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RjjmVAO2mRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/S-mu9Ykl7nI/s72-c/celebreavida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-4892946909900204522</id><published>2007-04-11T17:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:55:04.670-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espiritualidade'/><title type='text'>Conselho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rh1C_vVY1kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UVdt5w2FXFE/s1600-h/Goddess_of_Moon_by_Pantoja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052268019784930882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="clique para ver a imagem em tamanho real" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rh1C_vVY1kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UVdt5w2FXFE/s400/Goddess_of_Moon_by_Pantoja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu sacudo minha saia&lt;br /&gt;Eu balanço meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Pego a areia da praia&lt;br /&gt;Sopro-a nos ventos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu saúdo o universo&lt;br /&gt;Eu movo um grão de areia&lt;br /&gt;Eu construo meu castelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedra parada, energia morta&lt;br /&gt;Flores murchas, teias na porta.&lt;br /&gt;Sacuda seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mexa no céu&lt;br /&gt;Tire seus desejos do papel&lt;br /&gt;Conspire a seu favor&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de vítima não fazem nascer flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mão na terra, mão que constrói&lt;br /&gt;Asas não têm destino&lt;br /&gt;Você se conduz.&lt;br /&gt;Escolha seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Voe sempre na luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-4892946909900204522?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4892946909900204522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/conselho.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4892946909900204522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4892946909900204522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/conselho.html' title='Conselho'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rh1C_vVY1kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UVdt5w2FXFE/s72-c/Goddess_of_Moon_by_Pantoja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-225154789959500424</id><published>2007-03-30T14:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:52:03.337-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Inefável amor de luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWFuprYJdI/AAAAAAAACBw/SMUOCGJTCE8/s1600/casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWFuprYJdI/AAAAAAAACBw/SMUOCGJTCE8/s320/casal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405873964236416466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Refúgio para a minha correria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Para minha loucura, a salvação.&lt;br /&gt;Em teu peito deita minha carência&lt;br /&gt;Beijos em nuvens, lado a lado no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para minha menina balas coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Baldes com margaridas, borboletas azuis.&lt;br /&gt;Para minha mulher teu corpo e mundo&lt;br /&gt;Teu canto, teu amor profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor sem limites nossa alma infinita&lt;br /&gt;Dias longos de amor quente&lt;br /&gt;Chuva tilintando no telhado&lt;br /&gt;Embalando o alado amor da gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, para minha vida, sempre o sorriso teu.&lt;br /&gt;Para teus sonhos dou minhas asas...&lt;br /&gt;Inefável amor de luz até no breu&lt;br /&gt;São pés juntos e mãos dadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-225154789959500424?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/225154789959500424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/03/inefvel-amor-de-luz.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/225154789959500424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/225154789959500424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/03/inefvel-amor-de-luz.html' title='Inefável amor de luz'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWFuprYJdI/AAAAAAAACBw/SMUOCGJTCE8/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-425944322510708384</id><published>2007-03-14T14:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:37:42.113-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Instante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RfguuYD3PII/AAAAAAAAAJE/yvAlalTqxio/s1600-h/Carolina+Salcides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041831157108784258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="clique para ver maior" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RfguuYD3PII/AAAAAAAAAJE/yvAlalTqxio/s400/Carolina+Salcides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; encantamento se fez presente&lt;br /&gt;Ambos sentiram na pele a magia&lt;br /&gt;Esta, que lhes escorria pelo corpo todo,&lt;br /&gt;Marcava a beleza dela em brilhos e cores.&lt;br /&gt;E os olhos dele desacompanhavam seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Que batia acelerado tamanha emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Ela ficou parada na sua frente&lt;br /&gt;Cercada de flores e borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Com uma boca tão rosa e grande&lt;br /&gt;Como um portal, um portal do amor...&lt;br /&gt;Ele queria se perder ali, se perder nela.&lt;br /&gt;Uma fada na sua frente, de pés descalços&lt;br /&gt;Tão singela, não parecia ela:&lt;br /&gt;A mulher dos sonhos, o tesouro escondido&lt;br /&gt;O significado da sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Parado bem na sua frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-425944322510708384?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/425944322510708384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/03/instante.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/425944322510708384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/425944322510708384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/03/instante.html' title='Instante'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RfguuYD3PII/AAAAAAAAAJE/yvAlalTqxio/s72-c/Carolina+Salcides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-41456995489245974</id><published>2007-03-06T17:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:46:21.621-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>HOMENAGEM ÀS MULHERES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Re6_-ogK9mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zOZp7S_oeAM/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039176115819312738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="clique para ver a imagem grande" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Re6_-ogK9mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zOZp7S_oeAM/s400/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold; "&gt;SEMPRE MULHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre guerreira, mãe, amante e amiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é a dona da casa, profissional, intuitiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vê sem que a mostrem, escuta longe e sente perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuidas das suas crias, de seus amores e suas dores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofre calada, ri quando está triste, só para não preocupar os outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dá comida, abrigo, conselhos, dá a roupa do corpo se preciso for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é nosso socorro, nosso porto seguro, nosso norte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é a muralha e a flor. A vida e a morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mão que bate, afaga e constrói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é o amor incondicional, a ausência que dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque ela faz melhor, ela faz mágica, se divide em mil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tudo sai perfeito, na hora certa, porque ela é surpreendente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela corre, batalha, cansa e sai linda do banho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela tem uma força só dela, única, um poder escondido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela têm muitas dentro dela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela sempre tem a palavra certa, ela sempre dá um colo ás amigas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ao filho, ao seu amor, ao seu cachorro... ela carrega o mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é amorosa, solidária, uma Deusa aqui na terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ela é isso diariamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo frágil, muitas vezes com medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela têm dúvidas e inseguranças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas ela arrisca e ousa, ela vai em busca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ela sempre alcança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque ela é sempre ela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é sempre grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre Mulher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;¸.*.-.♥.-.*´¨`*.-.♥.-.*.¸¸.*.-.♥.-.*´¨`*.-.♥.-.*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;¸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;MULTI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Batom na boca, comida na mesa, esmalte fresco, casa limpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roupa passada, flores regadas, salto alto, pé na estrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabelos ao vento, corpo ao sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curvas e cores, dores, amores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tempo curto, amor demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homem, crianças, animais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dona de tudo, dona de si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Varre dançando, se olha no espelho, vive amando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acorda cedo, corre, voa , cai, levanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chora, ri, sonha, concretiza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bruxa, fada, sacerdotisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz feitiço na cozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sortilégios a luz do dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz magia na cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beija, olha nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ama, ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¸.*.-.♥.-.*´¨`*.-.♥.-.*.¸¸.*.-.♥.-.*´¨`*.-.♥.-.*.¸&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;FLOR RINDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é uma flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é os espinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é a que sacode nas tempestades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela que se molha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela que sustenta suas pétalas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beleza do jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os beija-flores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela arte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfume e cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por toda parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Murcha, se encolhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se protege&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E encanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desperta olhares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É colhida pelos amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escolhida pelos cantares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantam a flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colhem a flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é pintada, cheirada, amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas também é podada, pisada e esquecida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas ela é flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E estará sempre aberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre Flor Rindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;¸.*.-.♥.-.*´¨`*.-.♥.-.*.¸¸.*.-.♥.-.*´¨`*.-.♥.-.*.¸ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;LA FEMME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma só alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitos mistérios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma só mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitas faces e fases...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitos sonhos e amores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitas dores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dez garras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dois pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duas asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mil instintos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quatro patas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¸.*.-.♥.-.*´¨`*.-.♥.-.*.¸¸.*.-.♥.-.*´¨`*.-.♥.-.*.¸ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CASA SECRETA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para realmente conhecer uma mulher conheça seus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pergunte dos seus medos e dos seus desejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decifre seus olhares e preste atenção nos detalhes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque a mulher quer ser descoberta e ela lhe mostrará o caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toda mulher é uma casa secreta cheia de portas e janelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esconde passados e em cada quarto esconde um mundo novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada poro tem seu aroma e em cada curva a cor é diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para conhecer uma mulher precisa saber onde a carne é mais branca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se quando ela caminha os cabelos balança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saber como pisa, como ri e como chora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saber em que horas acorda, de que jeito dorme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma mulher é feita de mistérios, sem isso não seria mulher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esconde os defeitos, esconde as fraquezas, esconde como dança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois ela surpreende, ela dança, ela encanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela mostra sua força, seu sexo, seu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela se abre para o homem que a descobre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E segue com ele por onde ele for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Todas escritas por Carolina Salcides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&gt; Indico um blog para as Mulheres: &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" href="http://www.rosaleonor.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;MULHERES &amp;amp; DEUSAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de Rosa Leonor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;FELIZ DIA DAS MULHERES, FELIZ TODOS OS DIAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-41456995489245974?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/41456995489245974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/03/homenagem-s-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/41456995489245974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/41456995489245974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/03/homenagem-s-mulheres.html' title='HOMENAGEM ÀS MULHERES'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Re6_-ogK9mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zOZp7S_oeAM/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-4202712556529683552</id><published>2007-02-27T16:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:42:45.948-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Entregue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036300512596040914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/ReSIoftnnNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lKshYqy4H3M/s400/Faerie_Glow_by_Amethystana.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou uma mulher ousada, me permito todas as sensações,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sabes como sou forte e por isso tens medo e me faz todas as vontades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;também porque me ama e é louco de paixão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque te enlouqueço na cama, pelas ruas, pelo chão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque não te deixo dormir sossegado e te acordo com beijos molhados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e te faço rir como criança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz-me as vontades e realiza os desejos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me mima e me assanha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me olha nos olhos por quase um minuto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e me diz coisas no ouvido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;segredos do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me faz voar e sentir fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o amor, a paixão e o querer...tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perco o olhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o chão, o sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perco a vergonha, as palavras, os gritos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou mulher intensa, arteira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem sentença e faceira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guardo mistérios no olhar e fogo nos poros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abro as asas e vôo num piscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque eu adoro voar, me atiro de precipícios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para sentir medo e liberdade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu preciso amar, por isso me atiro no amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E amo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para me sentir viva, completa e livre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque só amor me dá asas e só ele me faz voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-4202712556529683552?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4202712556529683552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/02/entregue.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4202712556529683552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/4202712556529683552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/02/entregue.html' title='Entregue'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/ReSIoftnnNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lKshYqy4H3M/s72-c/Faerie_Glow_by_Amethystana.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-8211470851569406319</id><published>2007-02-07T17:16:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:54:09.020-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Eternamente Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rcop9os0v_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/cDVZI8kwWGg/s1600-h/Chance_Meeting_by_cosmosue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028878072786763762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rcop9os0v_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/cDVZI8kwWGg/s400/Chance_Meeting_by_cosmosue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela tem a força de toda uma vida e o mistério da morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tece vento, cria asas, ri sozinha e canta para lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela não precisa de roupas, de segredos, fala tudo, anda nua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Põe magia na cama, na cozinha, fé na vida, luz ao norte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os pássaros que te revelam segredos pertencem à Ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A voz que te sopra silenciosa vem Dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A intuição é Dela e o amor e a paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O fascínio da lua está com Ela, Ela será teu céu e teu chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mão estendida será Dela... A saliva na ferida, o abraço, o laço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O corpo nu que te aquecerá, a boca, o peito, a alma e os pés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fúria, o sutil, a cura... Nem sempre rosa, pedra, ao invés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é a origem do feminino... Ela é tudo o que for instintivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alma de fada, carma de bruxa num corpo de Deusa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem sombra felina, quatro patas, têm garras e pêlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela deixa rastros para que a siga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sussurra em sonhos noturnos para que A decifre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela enche tua vida de sinais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para que tenha vontade de encontrá-La, libertá-La e amá-La.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é a música, a poesia, a arte e o encanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sopro, o tiro, cheiro de lama, Ela é de tudo um tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é selvagem... Elfa, demônio, anjo, raposa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é a dona da matilha, amante e esposa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é tudo que nos mantém vivos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando achamos que chegamos ao fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela sabe sentir, disfarçar e amar profundamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabe trazer para perto, sabe repelir, criar e destruir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é A que faz rir, Ela sabe o ponto para fazer o olho brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o olho Dela brilha... e o dele também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela dá mais sabor ao culto da paixão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque Ela é celestial, selvagem, sublime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dá mais sentido a vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sendo o casulo, as asas, o rumo e a libertação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-8211470851569406319?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8211470851569406319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/02/eternamente-ela.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8211470851569406319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8211470851569406319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/02/eternamente-ela.html' title='Eternamente Ela'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Rcop9os0v_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/cDVZI8kwWGg/s72-c/Chance_Meeting_by_cosmosue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-1280263772792701067</id><published>2007-01-26T18:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:43:22.496-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Tempero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RbprbsbmEfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CoqXw8KXgEs/s1600-h/pepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024446457812750834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RbprbsbmEfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CoqXw8KXgEs/s400/pepper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pimenta rubra de minha alma ardente...&lt;br /&gt;Meu segredo exultante.&lt;br /&gt;Ruborizas minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Me deixas pronta num instante.&lt;br /&gt;Basta mirá-lo, ousado,&lt;br /&gt;a querer-me só com o olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me abro, e,&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que sou fogo,&lt;br /&gt;que ardo,&lt;br /&gt;Ele me prova&lt;br /&gt;Com saciedade&lt;br /&gt;E ele me engole...&lt;br /&gt;Sem dó nem piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Carolina salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-1280263772792701067?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1280263772792701067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/tempero.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1280263772792701067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1280263772792701067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/tempero.html' title='Tempero'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RbprbsbmEfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CoqXw8KXgEs/s72-c/pepper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-6600843584704699102</id><published>2007-01-17T09:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:44:07.791-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Desfrute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020972243771300226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="FrutAção" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Ra4Tp0kVmYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kRvEdpG9Qpk/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eu sou o fruto do teu pecado.&lt;br /&gt;Cada curva...&lt;br /&gt;O fruto do teu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a doçura da uva&lt;br /&gt;O picante, o azedo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou fruto da tua imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Fruto da tua loucura, da tua fúria.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o fruto na mão&lt;br /&gt;O deleite na boca&lt;br /&gt;A languidez no teu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Sou fruto fluido&lt;br /&gt;Fruto maduro&lt;br /&gt;Fruto proibido.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a maçã rubra lá do alto&lt;br /&gt;Sou fruta gula...&lt;br /&gt;Tentação.&lt;br /&gt;Fruta carne&lt;br /&gt;Nua e crua&lt;br /&gt;Fruta vontade...&lt;br /&gt;FrutAção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-6600843584704699102?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6600843584704699102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/desfrute.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/6600843584704699102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/6600843584704699102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/desfrute.html' title='Desfrute'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Ra4Tp0kVmYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kRvEdpG9Qpk/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-2325005272253382931</id><published>2007-01-10T16:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:45:13.418-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Quereres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RaU3TUkVmQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A5R2s5Pp8sA/s1600-h/quereres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018478164852447490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="eis o meu querer!" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RaU3TUkVmQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A5R2s5Pp8sA/s400/quereres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um apego,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um desassossego só,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheiradas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um elo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um nó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um querer bem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um querer forte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saudade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um querer todo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um querer tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cabelos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;corpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(O olhar diz tudo. O dele por mim! E o meu sorriso por ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque ainda acredito que as manifestações valem mais que as palavras).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Amar é querer bem, querer perto e querer livre,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;querer em paixão, querer em lágrimas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;querer na cama e querer mesmo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quando o outro estiver no chão."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-2325005272253382931?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2325005272253382931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/quereres.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2325005272253382931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/2325005272253382931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/quereres.html' title='Quereres...'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RaU3TUkVmQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A5R2s5Pp8sA/s72-c/quereres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-3941451107825057633</id><published>2007-01-02T15:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:43:11.049-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Estou em tuas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015489447624194882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RZqZFFRcO0I/AAAAAAAAADI/icVHbwTmxBw/s400/casal+alado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Estou em tuas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que quiser comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou com minhas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas, entre as tuas.&lt;br /&gt;Pérola na ostra...&lt;br /&gt;Proteja-me! Sou tua.&lt;br /&gt;Vou onde fores...&lt;br /&gt;Mar profundo&lt;br /&gt;Praia rasa.&lt;br /&gt;No fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Na minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;Onde não importa.&lt;br /&gt;Como não importa.&lt;br /&gt;Nem o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nem o preço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estou em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Se ousadia ou pretexto&lt;br /&gt;Contumácia ou medo&lt;br /&gt;Não importa.&lt;br /&gt;À vida entregue estou!&lt;br /&gt;Porque o amor importa.&lt;br /&gt;Porque você é o meio&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Meu motivo&lt;br /&gt;Meu homem&lt;br /&gt;Minha porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-3941451107825057633?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3941451107825057633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/estou-em-tuas-mos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/3941451107825057633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/3941451107825057633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/estou-em-tuas-mos.html' title='Estou em tuas mãos'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RZqZFFRcO0I/AAAAAAAAADI/icVHbwTmxBw/s72-c/casal+alado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-3914596255242248654</id><published>2006-12-19T00:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:50:33.927-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Mulher De mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RYdPSpPoy8I/AAAAAAAAABw/NemEXFzZFIU/s1600-h/childl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010060292200647618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RYdPSpPoy8I/AAAAAAAAABw/NemEXFzZFIU/s400/childl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A força é infinita&lt;br /&gt;Muita vontade, garra e amor.&lt;br /&gt;A alma é a mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;Leva beleza por onde for.&lt;br /&gt;No seu peito abraça o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma paixão grande lá no fundo...&lt;br /&gt;Mãos de fadas, olhos felinos&lt;br /&gt;Cabelos de Yemanjá.&lt;br /&gt;Ela está sempre sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito amor para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, mulher e amiga&lt;br /&gt;Fênix, fera ferida.&lt;br /&gt;Tem força de leão num corpo de sereia&lt;br /&gt;Ela é pedra, flor e areia.&lt;br /&gt;Se molda no vento&lt;br /&gt;Amadurece no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Magia, mistério, sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o encantamento&lt;br /&gt;Um sortilégio, um feitiço&lt;br /&gt;Noites de luar.&lt;br /&gt;Já foi Maria&lt;br /&gt;Já foi Rainha&lt;br /&gt;Fez crescer a colheita&lt;br /&gt;Florescer o jardim.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje faz mais belo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mostra o que tem lá no fundo:&lt;br /&gt;Um encantamento sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-3914596255242248654?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3914596255242248654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/12/mulher-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/3914596255242248654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/3914596255242248654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/12/mulher-de-mim.html' title='Mulher De mim'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RYdPSpPoy8I/AAAAAAAAABw/NemEXFzZFIU/s72-c/childl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-1489762953943833595</id><published>2006-12-11T16:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:52:38.486-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Eu e Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007432524289773922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RX35Wa8HkWI/AAAAAAAAABc/P8WUoLBXz00/s320/Kiss_Off_by_SubtleHysteria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser mentira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ficção, realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser a outra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posso querer amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posso querer matar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes quase mato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quase pulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quase enforco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes quase me entrego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Provoco o vizinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;depois nego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes quase te odeio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quase te engano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas é tudo efêmero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na cama eu me deito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deixo e te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tu me diz coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no ouvido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me manda outras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que até duvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu me solto toda assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me reprimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque pode ser eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas pode ser a outra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que habita em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-1489762953943833595?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1489762953943833595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/12/eu-e-ela.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1489762953943833595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/1489762953943833595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/12/eu-e-ela.html' title='Eu e Ela'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/RX35Wa8HkWI/AAAAAAAAABc/P8WUoLBXz00/s72-c/Kiss_Off_by_SubtleHysteria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-8490996746302574950</id><published>2006-11-30T15:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:55:45.245-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Concreta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/752/1907/1600/889491/concreta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/752/1907/320/648304/concreta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já bati contra o muro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já me vi em ruas sem saídas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já chorei muito, mas já ri muito mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque não há parede que me bloqueie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escuro que me afugente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vivo a vida urgente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu posso voar se chegar no fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque não há fim para uma alma eterna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não há breu onde há brilho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu brilho sim meu bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu deixo minha marca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te dou o meu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minhas palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus olhos falam por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não preciso de definições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha face me define&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O clima me destingue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sou musa, bem que queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser arte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas não ser julgada pelo olhar comum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero um olhar detalhado, estudado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não palavras ditas só por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser admirada, ponto a ponto de uma arte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem um pouco abstrata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-8490996746302574950?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8490996746302574950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/11/concreta.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8490996746302574950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8490996746302574950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/11/concreta.html' title='Concreta'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-8298200547126386161</id><published>2006-11-04T18:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:00:20.965-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Uma Mulher de Verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/752/1907/400/21075458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher de verdade não precisa de asas, nem combustível.&lt;br /&gt;Para chegar onde quer, ela sobe alto, caminha longe.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ao lugar mais impossível&lt;br /&gt;Não vai amanhã, ela vai hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher de verdade não precisa de roupas belas&lt;br /&gt;Não usa máscaras para fingir o que não é e agradar&lt;br /&gt;Ela encanta pela sua essência, sorriso e olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela chama atenção porque ela é dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher de verdade se junta para compartilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Não se anula, não sufoca, não duvida.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe amar, doar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe viver a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher de verdade se conhece e se permite&lt;br /&gt;Ela ousa, arrisca, ama e se apaixona sem limite&lt;br /&gt;Fala de amor com seu amado&lt;br /&gt;Mostra seus desejos ao eleito de seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher de verdade é uma mulher comum&lt;br /&gt;Ela confia na sua intuição e a segue.&lt;br /&gt;É uma sacerdotisa da lua e&lt;br /&gt;celebra as pequenas coisas de uma forma incomum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela cozinha, fala com os animais e molha suas plantas.&lt;br /&gt;Põe a mão de seu amado entre as suas&lt;br /&gt;E mostra a ele suas curvas e ancas&lt;br /&gt;Mostra seu inferno, o paraíso e todas suas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher de verdade se refaz todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Embora se refugie dentro de sua boca comprimidos,&lt;br /&gt;o silêncio, seco, sexo, saliva e sofrimento de Maria&lt;br /&gt;Ela renasce Deusa num mundo de reprimidos... todo dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-8298200547126386161?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8298200547126386161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/11/uma-mulher-de-verdade.html#comment-form' title='37 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8298200547126386161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/8298200547126386161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/11/uma-mulher-de-verdade.html' title='Uma Mulher de Verdade'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-5997575004031512447</id><published>2006-10-21T18:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:55:37.820-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espiritualidade'/><title type='text'>Segredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/752/1907/400/Goddess%20Mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eu compartilho meus segredos com você&lt;br /&gt;Nada tenho a esconder.&lt;br /&gt;Mostro-te minha força e minhas fraquezas&lt;br /&gt;A minha simplicidade e a minha beleza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me conheço, por isso meu dou.&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer a si mesmo é libertar-se da escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Contar-te-ei um segredo delicioso&lt;br /&gt;Que levará calor ao teu coração&lt;br /&gt;E este te fará dançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu iluminarei teu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Esteja pronta para quando eu chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Levarei um segredo luminoso&lt;br /&gt;Que permitirá que você conheça a si mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pegarei sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Você só precisa abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é simples meu amor&lt;br /&gt;O segredo está na luz do sol e da lua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que você olhe&lt;br /&gt;Veja você mesma&lt;br /&gt;O segredo está nos olhos do espelho:&lt;br /&gt;Você é a beleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-5997575004031512447?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5997575004031512447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/10/segredo.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/5997575004031512447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/5997575004031512447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/10/segredo.html' title='Segredo'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-116007224527680050</id><published>2006-10-05T15:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:56:00.380-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espiritualidade'/><title type='text'>Motivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Celebre!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/752/1907/320/Grande%20M%3Fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A Grande Mãe em mim habita&lt;br /&gt;E a vida cresce ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;As flores se abrem, os frutos amadurecem&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o centro do universo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o poder que jamais enfraquece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a feiticeira antiga perseguida&lt;br /&gt;A mulher das ervas, da lua, da dança&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a mulher temida na rua&lt;br /&gt;A anciã, a jovem, a eterna criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renasci de minhas cinzas&lt;br /&gt;O corpo é frágil, a alma não.&lt;br /&gt;Sou mulher guerreira, mulher de escolhas&lt;br /&gt;O destino está na palma da minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desertos solitários e quentes, noites escuras, vendavais...&lt;br /&gt;Não perco minhas diretrizes&lt;br /&gt;Ou viemos da guerra morta de baixo de nossos punhais&lt;br /&gt;Ou mais fortes em cima de nossas cicatrizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Grande Mãe em mim habita&lt;br /&gt;E todo amor hei de passar.&lt;br /&gt;Não temerei, nem duvidarei&lt;br /&gt;Hei de plantar e colher e amar.&lt;br /&gt;E assim viverei meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a vida celebrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-116007224527680050?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116007224527680050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/10/motivo.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/116007224527680050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/116007224527680050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/10/motivo.html' title='Motivo'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115860154092383246</id><published>2006-09-18T14:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:26:01.978-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Ao Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Deixe-se levar..." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/morningdew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abro minhas asas para embelezar&lt;br /&gt;Não as preciso para voar.&lt;br /&gt;Vou longe por mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade me conduz...&lt;br /&gt;Tiro minhas vestes e solto os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me levar pelos ventos...&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de embalagem e máscaras&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho vergonha de ser e querer.&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso prender-me, conter-me...&lt;br /&gt;Abro-me toda, dou-me por completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu sou...&lt;br /&gt;Desde que do casulo saí&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais me prende.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a me soltar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter medo de cair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115860154092383246?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115860154092383246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/09/ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115860154092383246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115860154092383246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/09/ao-vento.html' title='Ao Vento'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115801111927071115</id><published>2006-09-11T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:03:29.876-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Vagão de vozes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/frolic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eu não falo por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas o vagão da frente do trem,&lt;br /&gt;Carrego atrás muitas mulheres&lt;br /&gt;E suas vozes me falam...&lt;br /&gt;Muitas almas presas&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres tímidas&lt;br /&gt;Desencontradas...&lt;br /&gt;Vagando como eu.&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de respostas...&lt;br /&gt;Amor, liberdade e coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito mil vozes de mil almas&lt;br /&gt;Grito vivências, quereres...&lt;br /&gt;Eu expresso o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Não queres ouvir tape os ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu não minto.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mulher pequena e silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;Que cabe em qualquer cantinho...&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mulher de sorrisinhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu danço pelo salão&lt;br /&gt;Quero todos os cantos&lt;br /&gt;Quero sorrisão...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que vai de uma orelha a outra&lt;br /&gt;Quero rir sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E se chorar, não chorarei sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Muitas chorarão comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as mulheres do vagão. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115801111927071115?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115801111927071115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/09/vago-de-vozes.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115801111927071115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115801111927071115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/09/vago-de-vozes.html' title='Vagão de vozes'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115711857428008723</id><published>2006-09-01T10:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:30:48.204-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Portal 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Desperte! Desperte! " src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/Portal.jpg" /&gt; Ah, mais um ano de vida...&lt;br /&gt;Quantos tantos ainda mais virão?&lt;br /&gt;Será vida-vida ou vida-ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;Que em momentos se concretiza&lt;br /&gt;Em outros vira grão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo que a vaidade está erigida sobre a areia e,&lt;br /&gt;Em granito, toda a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas qual verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Somos quem somos?&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem querem que sejamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que não é sagrado vai se dissolvendo&lt;br /&gt;Ego, apego, carmas do passado.&lt;br /&gt;O que é de alma vai fortalecendo&lt;br /&gt;Vem batendo à sua porta&lt;br /&gt;Invadindo teus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Andando do teu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Acorde! Acorde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mais um ano de vida...&lt;br /&gt;Um ano mais vivida&lt;br /&gt;Um ano de feridas&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrizes, salvação.&lt;br /&gt;Ventania cármica&lt;br /&gt;Luz, libertação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei de viver o mais que puder&lt;br /&gt;Viver para mim&lt;br /&gt;Como eu souber.&lt;br /&gt;Com minhas roupas, crenças, verdades&lt;br /&gt;Do meu jeito até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não hei de viver como nos é imposto.&lt;br /&gt;Regras deles, modas deles, leis deles...&lt;br /&gt;Marionetes, boiada!&lt;br /&gt;Para o controle deles?&lt;br /&gt;Piada! Piada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mais um ano de vida...&lt;br /&gt;E ainda há caminho a seguir...&lt;br /&gt;Meu ano novo é em seis de setembro...&lt;br /&gt;É meu fim e meu começo.&lt;br /&gt;Meu um portal de ensinamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Vinte e seis portais passei...&lt;br /&gt;A cobrança aumenta meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Pois quanto mais conheces, mais cobrado tu és.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhe em direção à luz&lt;br /&gt;Seja fiel à tua essência&lt;br /&gt;Encontre-se. Celebre cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Desperte! Desperte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115711857428008723?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115711857428008723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/09/portal-26.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115711857428008723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115711857428008723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/09/portal-26.html' title='Portal 26'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115613905938145815</id><published>2006-08-21T02:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:56:17.819-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Ode Torta A Um Amor Simétrico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Amor sagrado..." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/casal.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;h, meu guerreiro, és intrínseco a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Que se por algum motivo partir&lt;br /&gt;Não ficarei mais inteira aqui na terra.&lt;br /&gt;Metade de mim levará contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Somos alma una meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Companheiros de tantas vivências...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sei...&lt;br /&gt;Quão abissal é meu amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Eterno e universal.&lt;br /&gt;Veio à tona do meu âmago&lt;br /&gt;Assim, de repente.&lt;br /&gt;Como um grande cataclisma&lt;br /&gt;A transformar minha natureza&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje se abre para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Num átimo apenas&lt;br /&gt;Em que imaginei te perder&lt;br /&gt;Os céus fizeram chover&lt;br /&gt;Então compreendi&lt;br /&gt;Que não haveria vida sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;Um amor inveterado&lt;br /&gt;Amor de todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Um amor inventado&lt;br /&gt;Para mim e para ti&lt;br /&gt;Evoluir nesse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto aos céus esse amor simétrico&lt;br /&gt;Sem rima, mas equilibrado.&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que se eu pendo para um canto&lt;br /&gt;Você pende para o outro lado.&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que te amo infinitamente&lt;br /&gt;Que esse amor é sagrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115613905938145815?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115613905938145815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/08/ode-torta-um-amor-simtrico.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115613905938145815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115613905938145815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/08/ode-torta-um-amor-simtrico.html' title='Ode Torta A Um Amor Simétrico'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115515060997684460</id><published>2006-08-09T15:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:00:58.787-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Quem Sou Eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Conheça-se! Ouse! Viva!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/intensa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher incomum.&lt;br /&gt;A luz e o breu&lt;br /&gt;Exótica e comum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, isso é possível&lt;br /&gt;Sou oscilante...&lt;br /&gt;As vezes erro, em outras sou incrível&lt;br /&gt;Eterna inconstante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo infinitamente&lt;br /&gt;Apaixono-me, enlouqueço&lt;br /&gt;De corpo, alma e mente&lt;br /&gt;Que até de mim eu esqueço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos são um poço infinito&lt;br /&gt;De amor, encantamento, bondade&lt;br /&gt;Olhe-os por um minuto&lt;br /&gt;E verás toda verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Nem dona da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou dona de mim&lt;br /&gt;Dona das minhas vontades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só espalho minha essência no ar&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meus desejos..&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo o que minha alma grita&lt;br /&gt;Goste quem gostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou alguém que você pode contar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que vai te fazer rir&lt;br /&gt;E também chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou transparente&lt;br /&gt;Sou verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Amiga, amante&lt;br /&gt;Guerreira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te darei a mão&lt;br /&gt;Colo&lt;br /&gt;Abraço&lt;br /&gt;Te darei meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei amar pouco&lt;br /&gt;Ser pouco&lt;br /&gt;Dar pouco&lt;br /&gt;Ser mulher pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma mulher que se conhece e se permite&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que ousa e arrisca&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher que ri, chora, ama, goza&lt;br /&gt;Alguém sem medo de ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115515060997684460?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115515060997684460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/08/quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115515060997684460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115515060997684460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/08/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem Sou Eu?'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115439195571493912</id><published>2006-07-31T21:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:49:41.805-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Secreto Olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Os olhos são a porta da alma..." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/gueixa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah, um olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Tantos mistérios, tanto a desvendar.&lt;br /&gt;Há um segredo escondido&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás de cada olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da tua vontade adolescente&lt;br /&gt;Da saudade insubstituível que sente&lt;br /&gt;Em cada olhar teu há um brilho diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada fase e em cada face&lt;br /&gt;Tantas mulheres e mil olhares...&lt;br /&gt;Navegantes se perdem em teu mar&lt;br /&gt;Atraídos simplesmente pelo brilho do olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Menina, mulher, gueixa, megera&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes bela, em tantas outras fera...&lt;br /&gt;Dona dos olhos fulminantes&lt;br /&gt;De um olhar perdido e distante...&lt;br /&gt;Me chamou com o olhar, sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Me hipnotizou sem querer?!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, como saber se faz de propósito?&lt;br /&gt;E qual o seu propósito?&lt;br /&gt;Menina me conte:&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás desses óculos o que você esconde?&lt;br /&gt;Há dentro de mim um olhar sem segredo&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar sem medo, um olhar de desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Tentando esconder a vontade e o querer&lt;br /&gt;De te desvendar...&lt;br /&gt;De te ter&lt;br /&gt;De te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115439195571493912?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115439195571493912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/07/secreto-olhar.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115439195571493912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115439195571493912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/07/secreto-olhar.html' title='Secreto Olhar'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115336222659633674</id><published>2006-07-19T23:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:12:22.776-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Curso do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/fada%20cachoeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Intenso o desejo meu&lt;br /&gt;Que teima em ti desaguar&lt;br /&gt;Amado meu...&lt;br /&gt;Meu rio corre sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas segue&lt;br /&gt;Para em ti chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Eterno e sagrado amor&lt;br /&gt;Que junto corre&lt;br /&gt;Perpassa obstáculos para te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;E não morre&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto no teu mar não chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115336222659633674?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115336222659633674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/07/curso-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115336222659633674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115336222659633674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/07/curso-do-amor.html' title='Curso do Amor'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115255314847165264</id><published>2006-07-10T14:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:03:04.911-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>De Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Deleite-se..." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Divirta-se.&lt;br /&gt;Despindo-me&lt;br /&gt;De roupas&lt;br /&gt;De palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleite-se.&lt;br /&gt;Descobrindo-me&lt;br /&gt;Dos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Do surpreendente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desatente-se.&lt;br /&gt;Decifrando-me&lt;br /&gt;Dos segredos&lt;br /&gt;Das confissões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperdice-se&lt;br /&gt;Devorando-me.&lt;br /&gt;De corpo&lt;br /&gt;De espírito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duvide.&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;br /&gt;Das Deusas&lt;br /&gt;Dos Demônios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desespere-se.&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me&lt;br /&gt;De ti&lt;br /&gt;Da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115255314847165264?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115255314847165264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/07/de-mim.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115255314847165264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115255314847165264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/07/de-mim.html' title='De Mim'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115195437028782979</id><published>2006-07-03T16:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:45:58.155-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>PERFEITO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Perfeito Amor" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/impossiblelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se você não navega em meu mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se desconhece meus mistérios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se você é ar e eu sou água&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu junto o céu e o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu subo aos céus para te encontrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu me entrego a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo que as diferenças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me façam sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo que muitas vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não possas me acompanhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois sei que somente abraçados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poderemos voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luz do meu caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anjo que veio me salvar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deita cabeça no meu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois é contigo que vou ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor que rege minhas tormentas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desgoverna meus mares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor do meu destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De todos meus amores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor que tanto busco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor que nos teus braços encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Refúgio dos meus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fortaleza de minh’alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lágrimas derramas em meu mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Delas eu bebo teu verdadeiro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos teus olhos eu enxergo teu guerreiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me pede para ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fica então no meu mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No meu corpo, vida e cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fico no teu, porque sou tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E minha alma te reconhece e te chama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me abraça e me leva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nosso amor é possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor de tantas provas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De tantas glórias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor só nosso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfeito amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115195437028782979?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115195437028782979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfeito-amor.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115195437028782979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115195437028782979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfeito-amor.html' title='PERFEITO AMOR'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115153970098110050</id><published>2006-06-28T20:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:27:44.425-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancolia'/><title type='text'>Se Eu Entristeço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/herspecialplace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu eu entristeço,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo entristece a minha volta...&lt;br /&gt;É difícil meu bem ,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil ser sutil num mundo denso...&lt;br /&gt;Ancorar rindo neste mundo teu&lt;br /&gt;E você ficar tenso,&lt;br /&gt;Vibrando baixo no mundo meu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordo rindo&lt;br /&gt;Teus demônios me fazem chorar&lt;br /&gt;Rasgam minhas asas&lt;br /&gt;Afugentam minhas borboletas...&lt;br /&gt;Que saem enfileiradas do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Vão voando para um outro leito,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu, esfacelaste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu entristeço,&lt;br /&gt;De mim eu esqueço...&lt;br /&gt;Sofro tuas dores&lt;br /&gt;Porque as minhas eu mereço,&lt;br /&gt;Mas as tuas, que são só tuas&lt;br /&gt;Não podem mudar de endereço.&lt;br /&gt;Deixas-me vazia&lt;br /&gt;Deixas-me cinza nessa tarde fria.&lt;br /&gt;E o endereço do meu peito é lilás&lt;br /&gt;É onde moram minhas borboletas...&lt;br /&gt;E peço que as deixe em paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115153970098110050?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115153970098110050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/06/se-eu-entristeo.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115153970098110050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115153970098110050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/06/se-eu-entristeo.html' title='Se Eu Entristeço...'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-115109004931055513</id><published>2006-06-23T16:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:28:48.517-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancolia'/><title type='text'>Ventre Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Floreça!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/Ventre.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventre vida&lt;br /&gt;Vida flor&lt;br /&gt;Flor bela&lt;br /&gt;Belo amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor dela&lt;br /&gt;Dela a dor&lt;br /&gt;Dor do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo a flor.&lt;br /&gt;Flor frágil&lt;br /&gt;Flor murcha&lt;br /&gt;Flor minha&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor.&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te ela&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te vida&lt;br /&gt;Flor ventre&lt;br /&gt;Corpo amor.&lt;br /&gt;Podas ela&lt;br /&gt;Despes eu&lt;br /&gt;Mata sonho&lt;br /&gt;Sonho meu.&lt;br /&gt;Gotas d’água&lt;br /&gt;Brilho sol&lt;br /&gt;Vento fresco&lt;br /&gt;Vendaval.&lt;br /&gt;Varre tudo&lt;br /&gt;Remexe fundo&lt;br /&gt;Renasce o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mundo meu.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre amor&lt;br /&gt;Sempre flor&lt;br /&gt;Floresce forte&lt;br /&gt;Depois da morte.&lt;br /&gt;Raiz minha&lt;br /&gt;Raiz forte&lt;br /&gt;Flor linda&lt;br /&gt;Linda sorte.&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida&lt;br /&gt;A minha morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Podem podar meu caule, minhas folhas, frutos e flores&lt;br /&gt;Mas não podem arrancar minha raiz"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carolina Salcides &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-115109004931055513?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/115109004931055513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/06/ventre-vida.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115109004931055513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/115109004931055513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/06/ventre-vida.html' title='Ventre Vida'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114988262673837371</id><published>2006-06-09T23:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:02:26.485-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Feitiço da Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:85;color:#3366cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Aceite sua natureza!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/lua.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua cheia que me enfeitiça&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa a flor da pele&lt;br /&gt;Me ouriça, me atiça&lt;br /&gt;Me queima por dentro e a pele fere.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me cheia&lt;br /&gt;Repleta&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me outra&lt;br /&gt;Que não fica quieta.&lt;br /&gt;Acorda minha cigana&lt;br /&gt;Desperta minha fera&lt;br /&gt;Me tira da cama&lt;br /&gt;Floresce minha primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Lua cheia sagrada&lt;br /&gt;Cheia lua, safada&lt;br /&gt;Me põe amada&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa faminta&lt;br /&gt;Me faz alucinada&lt;br /&gt;E quer que eu minta.&lt;br /&gt;Por quatro luas resisti&lt;br /&gt;Prendi minhas feras&lt;br /&gt;Respirei fundo&lt;br /&gt;Me omiti.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa lua soltei a mim&lt;br /&gt;Soltei os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Soltei o vestido&lt;br /&gt;Soltei o riso&lt;br /&gt;Saltei do céu&lt;br /&gt;Desfrutei o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Arranquei o véu.&lt;br /&gt;Me atirei aos leões&lt;br /&gt;Às sensações&lt;br /&gt;Tirei do peito desejos profundos&lt;br /&gt;De minh’alma inquieta&lt;br /&gt;De outros mundos&lt;br /&gt;De outros eus.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, lua intensa&lt;br /&gt;Qual é minha sentença&lt;br /&gt;Por simplesmente ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Fiel a minha natureza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114988262673837371?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114988262673837371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/06/feitio-da-lua.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114988262673837371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114988262673837371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/06/feitio-da-lua.html' title='Feitiço da Lua'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114962626736482616</id><published>2006-06-06T17:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:08:55.488-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Instinto Selvagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Rrrrrrrrr" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/feras.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te confessei minha fera&lt;br /&gt;Tenho alma de felina sim.&lt;br /&gt;Puma, leoa, pantera, lince.&lt;br /&gt;Todas elas habitam em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho juba&lt;br /&gt;Tenho força&lt;br /&gt;Garra, cheiro de mata&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro selvagem.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fome de vida&lt;br /&gt;Instinto selvagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te olho sedenta&lt;br /&gt;Olho no olho&lt;br /&gt;Fico de quatro&lt;br /&gt;E solto minha juba&lt;br /&gt;Te faço minha presa&lt;br /&gt;Te amo sem pressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114962626736482616?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114962626736482616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/06/instinto-selvagem.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114962626736482616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114962626736482616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/06/instinto-selvagem.html' title='Instinto Selvagem'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114893477814771796</id><published>2006-05-29T17:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:14:55.845-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Há Tudo Em Mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/1600/Multi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/Multi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que há no meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Amor!&lt;br /&gt;Uma sede infinita de amar, de viver...&lt;br /&gt;Amor de mais!&lt;br /&gt;Amor para essa vida&lt;br /&gt;E para todas outras mais.&lt;br /&gt;Amor para toda gente&lt;br /&gt;Amor por toda parte.&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim um furacão de emoções...&lt;br /&gt;A calmaria vem depois.&lt;br /&gt;Depois que amo muito&lt;br /&gt;Que choro muito&lt;br /&gt;Que rio, danço&lt;br /&gt;Muito, muito.&lt;br /&gt;Que beijo o beijo de uma vida&lt;br /&gt;Em apenas um segundo.&lt;br /&gt;O que há então em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Há tudo meu bem!&lt;br /&gt;Todas mulheres, todos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Todas as sensações&lt;br /&gt;Gostos, medos&lt;br /&gt;Todas emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Há tudo em mim. Tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Há um todo sem fim lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Sacudindo por dentro meu mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me sair de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114893477814771796?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114893477814771796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/05/h-tudo-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114893477814771796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114893477814771796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/05/h-tudo-em-mim.html' title='Há Tudo Em Mim!'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114805697683097536</id><published>2006-05-19T13:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:15:39.175-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>CALEIDOSCÓPIO LUNAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/caleidosc%3F%3Fpio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda a lua, muda a estação&lt;br /&gt;Cada crepúsculo causa uma emoção...&lt;br /&gt;Sou de lua!&lt;br /&gt;Minguo, cresço&lt;br /&gt;Me renovo, me encho!&lt;br /&gt;Sou da mata, da magia&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que te mata de dor ou alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Que te contagia, que causa saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a Deusa da noite, a mulher do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Que corre com os lobos com a força de um urso.&lt;br /&gt;Que não precisa de escudo.&lt;br /&gt;Que voa com as borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que diz tudo.&lt;br /&gt;A menininha que dança&lt;br /&gt;A selvagem que caça&lt;br /&gt;A sedutora que não cansa&lt;br /&gt;A senhora da graça.&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquela que veio ao mundo para amar&lt;br /&gt;Para viver e mudar&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim, um caleidoscópio lunar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114805697683097536?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114805697683097536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/05/caleidoscpio-lunar.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114805697683097536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114805697683097536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/05/caleidoscpio-lunar.html' title='CALEIDOSCÓPIO LUNAR'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114737441430280736</id><published>2006-05-11T15:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:48:23.814-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>SALAMANDRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/carolinasalcides.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elemental do fogo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salamandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sacerdotisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero o todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O fogo me hipnotiza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquece-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espalha-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu irradio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fogo do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fogo que guia meu destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ilumina meu chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fogo que mata minha fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me leva até o homem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fogo que destrói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se fica ou se some...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me consome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114737441430280736?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114737441430280736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/05/salamandra.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114737441430280736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114737441430280736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/05/salamandra.html' title='SALAMANDRA'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114685115309162457</id><published>2006-05-05T14:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:48:03.497-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Contemplação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/1600/casal.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/casal.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam os dias&lt;br /&gt;Os anos&lt;br /&gt;Tufões e calmarias...&lt;br /&gt;Aumenta a idade&lt;br /&gt;Crescem as cidades&lt;br /&gt;Cresce a necessidade dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por amor&lt;br /&gt;Por liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado.&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu.&lt;br /&gt;No fim da tarde&lt;br /&gt;A contemplar o crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;Mais um sol que parte&lt;br /&gt;De uma tarde que arde&lt;br /&gt;E muitas outras que virão...&lt;br /&gt;Muitos sóis e chuvas&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos retos e curvas&lt;br /&gt;E penso se estaremos&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114685115309162457?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114685115309162457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/05/contemplao.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114685115309162457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114685115309162457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/05/contemplao.html' title='Contemplação'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114642670595868329</id><published>2006-04-30T16:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:57:38.687-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>COMO A NATUREZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/imagem_mae_natureza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decifro-me para ti aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Mostro minhas formas&lt;br /&gt;Meus rostos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que adoras.&lt;br /&gt;Não te encherei de filosofias&lt;br /&gt;Porque não as tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sentidos e fortes intuições&lt;br /&gt;Que sigo de corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;Sem razões...&lt;br /&gt;Porque a razão nem sempre me satisfaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou como a mãe natureza&lt;br /&gt;Sou fugaz.&lt;br /&gt;Minha certeza é passageira&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã já não sei mais.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia sou caçadora&lt;br /&gt;No outro posso ser caça.&lt;br /&gt;As estações passam&lt;br /&gt;A lua muda&lt;br /&gt;Como eu haverei de ser a mesma?&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que não sou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou tua.&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser amanhã também.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre serei minha...&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou como a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que me arranquem todas flores&lt;br /&gt;Não deterão minha primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci para exalar&lt;br /&gt;Toda beleza, todo amor.&lt;br /&gt;Toda vida que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Sou mulher, flor.&lt;br /&gt;Sou montanha&lt;br /&gt;Pedra e espinho.&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim, sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tua&lt;br /&gt;De mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114642670595868329?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114642670595868329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/como-natureza.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114642670595868329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114642670595868329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/como-natureza.html' title='COMO A NATUREZA'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114598678302167011</id><published>2006-04-25T14:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:51:28.789-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancolia'/><title type='text'>Conditio Sine Qua Non</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Condição Fundamental)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/think%205.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;De que adianta ser uma borboleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E as asas não ter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ter os olhos e ouvidos alheios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E não ter dos companheiros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ter a profundidade dentro de um raso lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E a intensidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Na superficialidade de um lar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;De que adianta eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Se tu não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Se eu sopro e em ti dissolve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Enquanto choro e não te comove?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Eu grito aos teus ouvidos cegos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E os surdos olhos teus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;São tão opostos e contraditórios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Que não se encaixam no mundo meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Somos peças de um mesmo quebra-cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tu és chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E eu sou mesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nos precisamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mas não "coambulamos"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Andar juntos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;No bem e no mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Pois juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;É a condição fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ps. "Coambulat" do latim, significa andar junto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114598678302167011?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114598678302167011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/conditio-sine-qua-non.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114598678302167011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114598678302167011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/conditio-sine-qua-non.html' title='Conditio Sine Qua Non'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114529201302856199</id><published>2006-04-17T13:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:47:51.027-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Eu Ardo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/ardo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Eu ardo!&lt;br /&gt;Amo&lt;br /&gt;Exalo&lt;br /&gt;Carrego o fardo&lt;br /&gt;De ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Olho no olho&lt;br /&gt;E intensa até o fim...&lt;br /&gt;De atrair-te&lt;br /&gt;Seduzir-te&lt;br /&gt;Cativar...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas com um olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ardo!&lt;br /&gt;Em amor&lt;br /&gt;Em desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Carrego nos poros&lt;br /&gt;O calor do mundo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Uma chama que arde sem doer&lt;br /&gt;Que arrepia minha pele&lt;br /&gt;E me faz sempre querer.&lt;br /&gt;Ouriça meus pêlos&lt;br /&gt;E afaga meus cabelos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ardo!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pára&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos voam&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração descompassa.&lt;br /&gt;E eu ardo meu corpo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Pois cada poro do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Leva o calor do mundo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114529201302856199?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114529201302856199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-ardo.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114529201302856199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114529201302856199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-ardo.html' title='Eu Ardo!'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114487249480706469</id><published>2006-04-12T16:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:04:34.255-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>DEUSA EOSTRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/coelho.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande Mãe Saxônica&lt;br /&gt;Deusa da alvorada, da luz crescente&lt;br /&gt;Irradia por onde passa&lt;br /&gt;Amor e alegria na gente.&lt;br /&gt;Deusa do renascimento, da vegetação&lt;br /&gt;Banha-se no orvalho&lt;br /&gt;Traz pureza, beleza e emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha Deusa da juventude&lt;br /&gt;Desperta em mim toda magia&lt;br /&gt;E me traga tua plenitude&lt;br /&gt;Em todas horas do meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Que as deusas movam-se pela minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Tão inquieta e milenar&lt;br /&gt;Que em cada lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;O fascínio e o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Venha comigo ficar...&lt;br /&gt;Deusa dos ovos decorados&lt;br /&gt;Ovos de fertilidade e vida&lt;br /&gt;Que as flores da tua primavera&lt;br /&gt;Floresçam também na minha.&lt;br /&gt;Então abro meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E meu espírito vibra&lt;br /&gt;Com toda harmonia e força de vida&lt;br /&gt;Que os ventos sopram na minha direção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Páscoa a todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114487249480706469?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114487249480706469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/deusa-eostre_12.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114487249480706469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114487249480706469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/deusa-eostre_12.html' title='DEUSA EOSTRE'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114443877512042034</id><published>2006-04-07T16:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:49:28.431-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Não</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/Princess.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A magia em mim habita&lt;br /&gt;Mira em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E minha alma te devora.&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me desvendar&lt;br /&gt;Se tentar não me deixe perceber...&lt;br /&gt;Sou alada, ousada, assustada&lt;br /&gt;Se me fechar, vai me perder.&lt;br /&gt;Me fecho no meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não no teu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou livre, sou minha&lt;br /&gt;Só minha, meu bem.&lt;br /&gt;Meus encantos e mistérios te fascinam&lt;br /&gt;Mas teus olhos me tiram do sério...&lt;br /&gt;Tua boca sedenta da minha&lt;br /&gt;Faz meu corpo tremer&lt;br /&gt;Me faz sair da linha.&lt;br /&gt;Não me tire da linha!&lt;br /&gt;Não me tire de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Não me olhe!&lt;br /&gt;Não me sobrevoe!&lt;br /&gt;Não me encante!&lt;br /&gt;Não me ame!&lt;br /&gt;Não&lt;br /&gt;Não&lt;br /&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114443877512042034?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114443877512042034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/no.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114443877512042034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114443877512042034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/04/no.html' title='Não'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114357587735026264</id><published>2006-03-28T16:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:49:53.115-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Devorando a Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/uvas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hoje e amanhã&lt;br /&gt;O meio termo já não me satisfaz.&lt;br /&gt;Nem pessoas máximas vazias&lt;br /&gt;Nem as ínfimas cheias de mais.&lt;br /&gt;Se por isso me sentencias&lt;br /&gt;Se não me compreendes mais&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te novamente:&lt;br /&gt;É a essência que busco!&lt;br /&gt;Um coração cheio de gente&lt;br /&gt;E não gente cheia de razão.&lt;br /&gt;Quero a carne o osso, a alma&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;Quero dessa louca vida calma&lt;br /&gt;Desde o fruto&lt;br /&gt;Até a semente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114357587735026264?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114357587735026264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/devorando-vida.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114357587735026264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114357587735026264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/devorando-vida.html' title='Devorando a Vida'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114314206217000771</id><published>2006-03-23T15:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:04:16.073-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Sensibilidade para Perceber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWyuK7t0MI/AAAAAAAACCI/VuKlTOl6qmg/s1600/kagaya_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWyuK7t0MI/AAAAAAAACCI/VuKlTOl6qmg/s320/kagaya_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405923434006696130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Percebo tua beleza por tuas palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pela essência do teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De quando liberta-te das amarras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E mostra tua força, teu fascínio e teu amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um rosto bonito é só um rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vai-se a beleza e fica o desgosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso ter nos recônditos do âmago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma fortaleza infinita de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso ser mais, e ir além&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ter profundidade, ser alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buscar o profundo, o intenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ter paixão, ter bom senso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto que nada é igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então abro-me para sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toda natureza que há&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com seus encantos e mistérios ímpares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busco todas as formas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas almas inquietas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lobos, corujas, panteras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantos buscam tantas coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso sensibilidade e maestria para perceber...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorte também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mulheres mostram o que querem mostrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ocultam também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os homens enxergam aquilo que buscam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem busca superficialidade a encontra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem busca profundidade e intensidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A verdade encontra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114314206217000771?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114314206217000771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/sensibilidade-para-perceber.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114314206217000771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114314206217000771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/sensibilidade-para-perceber.html' title='Sensibilidade para Perceber'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWyuK7t0MI/AAAAAAAACCI/VuKlTOl6qmg/s72-c/kagaya_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114280181954744436</id><published>2006-03-19T17:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:02:00.195-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Sempre e Agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/1600/w6us46u.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/w6us46u.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ofereço-te meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se é pouco não sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu corpo, meus cuidados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo o mais eu lhe darei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ofereço-te a mulher que sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E todas outras também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só sabe quem amou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que não se ama um só alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aceite-me então, em todas as formas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ame-me de todos os jeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em todos os tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me tenha sempre e agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114280181954744436?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114280181954744436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/sempre-e-agora.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114280181954744436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114280181954744436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/sempre-e-agora.html' title='Sempre e Agora'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114239413456246584</id><published>2006-03-15T00:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:12:28.078-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>A Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/12408452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A poesia&lt;br /&gt;Não está no papel&lt;br /&gt;Está na vida&lt;br /&gt;Vista e sentida&lt;br /&gt;Por olhos sensíveis&lt;br /&gt;E corpos que se permitem ir além.&lt;br /&gt;Por almas que ousam&lt;br /&gt;Interiores que gritam.&lt;br /&gt;Ser poeta um dia é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é sê-lo sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é amar&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é libertar a quem se ama&lt;br /&gt;Libertar as palavras que inflamam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais difícil não é libertar&lt;br /&gt;Nem amar, criar, ousar.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é ser.&lt;br /&gt;Um ser contido no mundo&lt;br /&gt;E conter o mundo dentro de si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114239413456246584?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114239413456246584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/poesia.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114239413456246584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114239413456246584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/poesia.html' title='A Poesia'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114188065999373172</id><published>2006-03-09T02:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:02:41.430-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Amor Sublime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/elfos.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrepios percorrem o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Como uma serpente subindo pela coluna&lt;br /&gt;Kundalini&lt;br /&gt;Oh, amor sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Amor sublime.&lt;br /&gt;Cultuamos o amor, a vida&lt;br /&gt;Celebramos o reencontro de nossas almas&lt;br /&gt;Entre toques e sussurros&lt;br /&gt;Saio de mim e me liberto.&lt;br /&gt;Como uma larva que vira borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Renasço sempre nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;E morro sempre de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114188065999373172?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114188065999373172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/amor-sublime.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114188065999373172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114188065999373172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/amor-sublime.html' title='Amor Sublime'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114158711679044521</id><published>2006-03-05T16:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:19:08.627-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Tanto Faz</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/cart%3F%3Foeostre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/comenta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114158711679044521?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114158711679044521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/tanto-faz.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114158711679044521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114158711679044521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/tanto-faz.html' title='Tanto Faz'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114124637381309145</id><published>2006-03-01T17:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:29:47.927-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancolia'/><title type='text'>Bela Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/1600/wildirishrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/wildirishrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hei de superar as sombras da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os sussurros insistentes das árvores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me acostumarei a dormir sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem teus braços de amor a me envolver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hei de suportar a saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suportar a distância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O marasmo e melancolia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dessa solidão tão fria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E assim viverei meus dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que serão poucos eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com a força e coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escondidas dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andarei descalça e livre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dormirei no sol na rede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molharei as flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E novas pantarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, quando te encontrar, meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais forte e mais saudosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do teu lado ficarei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como a mais bela rosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114124637381309145?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114124637381309145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/bela-rosa.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114124637381309145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114124637381309145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/03/bela-rosa.html' title='Bela Rosa'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114063155948673908</id><published>2006-02-22T15:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:50:16.598-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Lábios Teus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/beijos.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Boca que te quero beijos&lt;br /&gt;Lábios vermelhos meus&lt;br /&gt;Serrados em segredos&lt;br /&gt;Sedentos e provocantes&lt;br /&gt;Perdição da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Apenas por instantes&lt;br /&gt;Te desejo oh portal de minha loucura&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me perder nos lábios teus&lt;br /&gt;Sábios lábios&lt;br /&gt;Escolhidas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sussurradas ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Arrepiando a pele&lt;br /&gt;Fitando os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Matando-me num beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114063155948673908?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114063155948673908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/02/lbios-teus.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114063155948673908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114063155948673908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/02/lbios-teus.html' title='Lábios Teus'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-114038031824981089</id><published>2006-02-19T17:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:31:03.860-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancolia'/><title type='text'>Soneto da Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A saudade me invade e faz ninho.&lt;br /&gt;Me acompanha pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Dorme ao meu lado na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Desperta comigo e clama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chama seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Grita seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Implora sua essência&lt;br /&gt;Chora sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se cala num instante&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontra os braços teus&lt;br /&gt;E assim de desfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dissipa no ar&lt;br /&gt;E só o que fica&lt;br /&gt;É a vontade de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-114038031824981089?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/114038031824981089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/02/soneto-da-saudade.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114038031824981089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/114038031824981089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/02/soneto-da-saudade.html' title='Soneto da Saudade'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113918146009298019</id><published>2006-02-05T21:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:40:19.800-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Vivências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Swry6MQZB-I/AAAAAAAACDM/n2uY0_QmkCo/s1600/butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407401384148010978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Swry6MQZB-I/AAAAAAAACDM/n2uY0_QmkCo/s320/butter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se fosse apenas uma borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Marcada em meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que me sentiria nua.&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo que de marcas&lt;br /&gt;Tem um tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Como pedras tem na rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Tatuadas em forma de flor.&lt;br /&gt;Rugas de lágrimas que escorrem&lt;br /&gt;Nos rostos que encolhem&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos da dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse pouco o sol&lt;br /&gt;Não seriam tantas pintas&lt;br /&gt;Se o caminho não fosse reto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não teria tantas curvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As marcas do corpo são vivências&lt;br /&gt;As da alma experiências.&lt;br /&gt;Todas marcas tem histórias&lt;br /&gt;Toda história tem sua marca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113918146009298019?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113918146009298019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/02/vivncias.html#comment-form' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113918146009298019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113918146009298019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/02/vivncias.html' title='Vivências'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/Swry6MQZB-I/AAAAAAAACDM/n2uY0_QmkCo/s72-c/butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113874581412860268</id><published>2006-01-31T20:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:50:35.152-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Serpente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/sepente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Envolvo-te sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Como serpente&lt;br /&gt;Hipnotizo-te&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Fogos, faíscas&lt;br /&gt;Te engulo&lt;br /&gt;Sem iscas.&lt;br /&gt;Deslizo suave&lt;br /&gt;Me enrosco&lt;br /&gt;Sem entrave&lt;br /&gt;É simples&lt;br /&gt;É sedução.&lt;br /&gt;E como mulher&lt;br /&gt;Me entrego&lt;br /&gt;De olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;E sem razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113874581412860268?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113874581412860268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/serpente.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113874581412860268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113874581412860268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/serpente.html' title='Serpente'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113831311555801032</id><published>2006-01-26T20:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:02:41.372-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>De Todos os Jeitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/the_morrighan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;Cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado.&lt;br /&gt;Diariamente&lt;br /&gt;Descobertas&lt;br /&gt;Desgostos&lt;br /&gt;Roubo de cobertas.&lt;br /&gt;Tédio&lt;br /&gt;Marasmo&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;Asno.&lt;br /&gt;Costa a costa&lt;br /&gt;Boca a boca&lt;br /&gt;Em cima da linha&lt;br /&gt;Em cima do muro&lt;br /&gt;Soco, murro.&lt;br /&gt;Bufadas, suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Cantadas&lt;br /&gt;Grilos.&lt;br /&gt;Charadas e beijos&lt;br /&gt;Bocejos, choradas.&lt;br /&gt;Mão com mão&lt;br /&gt;Nariz com nariz&lt;br /&gt;Pé com pé.&lt;br /&gt;De todas as formas&lt;br /&gt;De todos os jeitos&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Como se é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113831311555801032?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113831311555801032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/de-todos-os-jeitos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113831311555801032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113831311555801032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/de-todos-os-jeitos.html' title='De Todos os Jeitos'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113777326897673371</id><published>2006-01-20T14:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:38:53.001-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Se Você Se Distrai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/butterfly-maiden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Se você se distrai&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Se você acredita&lt;br /&gt;Tudo chega uma hora.&lt;br /&gt;Na hora que você se distrai&lt;br /&gt;Na hora que menos espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você se distrai&lt;br /&gt;O amor pode chegar&lt;br /&gt;Se você senta e espera&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode não vir.&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa voar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar, correr, desejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que amar&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que se distrair&lt;br /&gt;Para ver uma estrela cadente cair&lt;br /&gt;Para ver uma borboleta voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113777326897673371?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113777326897673371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/se-voc-se-distrai.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113777326897673371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113777326897673371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/se-voc-se-distrai.html' title='Se Você Se Distrai...'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113759819615578446</id><published>2006-01-18T13:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:43:05.126-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Olhares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/normal_555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ora um olhar angelical&lt;br /&gt;Sobre asas que lhe protegem de todo mal.&lt;br /&gt;Ora um olhar fatal&lt;br /&gt;Com garras que ferem o mais puro mortal.&lt;br /&gt;Como pode ela&lt;br /&gt;Felina, feroz.&lt;br /&gt;Anjo doce&lt;br /&gt;Voar alto como um albatroz?&lt;br /&gt;E rastejar fundo...&lt;br /&gt;Suja, no imundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ela fere.&lt;br /&gt;E é ferida pelo mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Mostra seu olhar doído&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar arrependido por ferir...&lt;br /&gt;Flores se abrem depois da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Máscaras caem depois da luta...&lt;br /&gt;Não há como omitir.&lt;br /&gt;Olhares...&lt;br /&gt;Que se cruzam depois da permuta.&lt;br /&gt;Olhares cansados...&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonados...&lt;br /&gt;Olhares.&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiros olhares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113759819615578446?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113759819615578446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/olhares.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113759819615578446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113759819615578446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/olhares.html' title='Olhares'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113744380172665142</id><published>2006-01-16T18:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:44:58.818-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Rotina de Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/Memorymain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rotina&lt;br /&gt;Roupas na tina&lt;br /&gt;Desatino&lt;br /&gt;Desalinho.&lt;br /&gt;Acordar de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Varrer o pó&lt;br /&gt;Desatar o nó.&lt;br /&gt;Cozinhar paixão&lt;br /&gt;Servir amor.&lt;br /&gt;Enxugar tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Guardar rancores&lt;br /&gt;De molho as dores&lt;br /&gt;De noite ardores.&lt;br /&gt;Banhos de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de criança.&lt;br /&gt;Fome de homem&lt;br /&gt;Rotina de mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113744380172665142?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113744380172665142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/rotina-de-mulher.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113744380172665142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113744380172665142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2006/01/rotina-de-mulher.html' title='Rotina de Mulher'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113590787980714339</id><published>2005-12-29T23:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:22:49.439-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Voar Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWM6VvXANI/AAAAAAAACCA/m0OJcqme8DI/s1600/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWM6VvXANI/AAAAAAAACCA/m0OJcqme8DI/s400/fly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405881861624234194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voar juntos, pra longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra lá do horizonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em busca de uma felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Num bater de asas sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com toda força que há contida em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por amor, liberdade ou saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que foge ou invade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Persistir ainda. Sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por todos os caminhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Num bosque com flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou sobre um rio que seca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113590787980714339?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113590787980714339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/voar-juntos.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113590787980714339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113590787980714339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/voar-juntos.html' title='Voar Juntos'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/SwWM6VvXANI/AAAAAAAACCA/m0OJcqme8DI/s72-c/fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113571348849396472</id><published>2005-12-27T17:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:13:36.889-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Chamado De Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/abismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou dona do mundo como podes ver...&lt;br /&gt;Dona das minhas vontades... E isso é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Me arrisco num precipício de oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;Não arriscar para mim é não viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu emano paixão... Nasci para amar!&lt;br /&gt;Para de todas as formas, de todas as cores teu céu enfeitar...&lt;br /&gt;Para te amar nos crepúsculos do entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Para me entregar á vida a cada sol que nascer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou dona de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Sou também do teu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Senhora do meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas fiel a tua estação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouso embarcar&lt;br /&gt;Quando o chamado é de alma...&lt;br /&gt;Mas parto também, assim de repente&lt;br /&gt;Quando a alma de novo o sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Fiel aos chamados mais profundos...&lt;br /&gt;E sacerdotisa de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Fiel até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113571348849396472?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113571348849396472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/chamado-de-alma.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113571348849396472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113571348849396472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/chamado-de-alma.html' title='Chamado De Alma'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113536883274277476</id><published>2005-12-23T17:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:14:02.077-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>PORTAS ABERTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/fada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o pensamento me leva onde quero&lt;br /&gt;Se nos sonhos vou para onde for&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar quieta de certo&lt;br /&gt;Num jardim com perfume de flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar horas no sol...&lt;br /&gt;Na minha cena mental do "lugar de relaxamento".&lt;br /&gt;Um campo infinito de flores...Com margarida e girasol...&lt;br /&gt;Deitada de costas a contemplar o firmamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fantasio sim... Viajo longe...&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo a natureza e admiro as borboletas.&lt;br /&gt;Perco meu olhar no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Exalo jasmim, rosas e violetas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mulher romântica... Sonhadora ...&lt;br /&gt;Simples, sagrada e secreta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se me quiser ainda assim&lt;br /&gt;Venha logo enquanto deixo a porta aberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113536883274277476?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113536883274277476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/portas-abertas.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113536883274277476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113536883274277476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/portas-abertas.html' title='PORTAS ABERTAS'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113475746470931111</id><published>2005-12-16T16:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:58:39.636-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Mistérios De Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/MysticMoonFairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O que eu escondo?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Poucas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Bobas...&lt;br /&gt;Algumas fortes...&lt;br /&gt;Nem te conto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu carregarei eternamente sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Sou forte, sou capaz de aguentar...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a ti não sei...&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres são guerreiras&lt;br /&gt;E silenciam quando precisam...&lt;br /&gt;Compartilham o que podem&lt;br /&gt;Dão o que tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas tem segredos&lt;br /&gt;Amores violentos&lt;br /&gt;Paixões interrompidas&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos esquecidos...&lt;br /&gt;Podem carregar dores, mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Mas não transparecem a qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhem um homem para amar e servir.&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar alegrias e sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Algumas tristezas e medos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem medos que são só delas.&lt;br /&gt;Tem desejos que são secretos.&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças que são ocultas...&lt;br /&gt;Através de olhos sinceros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas elas amam mesmo assim...&lt;br /&gt;Se entregam, se dividem.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditam, esperam.&lt;br /&gt;Possuem um amor infinito&lt;br /&gt;E outras coisas infinitas...&lt;br /&gt;Que mal cabem dentro delas&lt;br /&gt;Tão frágeis e sensíveis&lt;br /&gt;Tão lobas e famintas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113475746470931111?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113475746470931111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/mistrios-de-mulher.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113475746470931111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113475746470931111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/mistrios-de-mulher.html' title='Mistérios De Mulher'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113467040579842164</id><published>2005-12-15T16:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:49:59.862-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>APOGEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/Apogeu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sensível ao menor toque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Num aprazível beijo que arrepia o corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim eu sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim me faz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entregue a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu corpo todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selados por um mesmo querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Num alto grau de sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numa ânsia por amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não deixar isso partir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113467040579842164?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113467040579842164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/apogeu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113467040579842164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113467040579842164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/apogeu.html' title='APOGEU'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113453404561915659</id><published>2005-12-14T02:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:00:25.185-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Celebração Íntima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/ok2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A lua me observa da janela&lt;br /&gt;Reflete em mim tudo aquilo que tenho que desvendar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico assim, fascinada olhando ela&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo cheia, nova ou a minguar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as fases, todas as formas&lt;br /&gt;Todas elas têm sua beleza.&lt;br /&gt;De cara lavada ou pintada&lt;br /&gt;Plebéia ou realeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua me ensina o inconstante&lt;br /&gt;A minha mulher interior grita.&lt;br /&gt;A natureza me mostra o equilíbrio num instante.&lt;br /&gt;E eu aceito o natural que me fita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma celebração íntima&lt;br /&gt;Uma exaltação exterior&lt;br /&gt;Uma busca de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Uma aceitação interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113453404561915659?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113453404561915659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/celebrao-ntima.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113453404561915659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113453404561915659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/celebrao-ntima.html' title='Celebração Íntima'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113398139128283405</id><published>2005-12-07T16:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:57:14.978-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>AMOR LIVRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/Livre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro meus braços e vôo alto&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso dos meus pés para ir longe&lt;br /&gt;Vou onde meus pensamentos me levarem&lt;br /&gt;Vou até o sol, até a luz, até as sombras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego até ti através dos meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Sei dos teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Pois conheço tua essência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me afasto do superficial&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do profundo, do intenso, do verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras bonitas duram pouco&lt;br /&gt;Um toque, um olhar podem durar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam marcadas na pele e na alma&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que me pega forte&lt;br /&gt;E toda vezes que me acalma&lt;br /&gt;Quando me ama, quando me salva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vôo assim até o sol de minh'almaA&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do calor que me aqueçe&lt;br /&gt;Do ar que me leva&lt;br /&gt;Do teu amor que me trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113398139128283405?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113398139128283405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/amor-livre.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113398139128283405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113398139128283405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/amor-livre.html' title='AMOR LIVRE'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113389327994297608</id><published>2005-12-06T15:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:00:55.342-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Sagrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/dryad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A natureza é meu lar, meu refúgio, meu sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Pertenço a ela... Faço parte dela!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do verde, do azul, do lilás.&lt;br /&gt;De um arco-íris de cores&lt;br /&gt;De frutas e flores, amores e aromas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero cheiro de mata molhada&lt;br /&gt;Quero o vento soprando em meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Quero andar sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Quero dormir sob as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mulher da terra. Do chão. Sou raíz.&lt;br /&gt;Escolho meu paraíso&lt;br /&gt;E nele planto meu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Ando descalça por caminhos floridos...&lt;br /&gt;Danço nos campos&lt;br /&gt;Rodopio no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Tomo banho de chuva nua&lt;br /&gt;Abro os braços e giro.&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o céu e acredito.&lt;br /&gt;Que existe destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existindo eu escolho&lt;br /&gt;Sigo, mudo, me recolho.&lt;br /&gt;Me abro para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu decido.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sigo meus instintos.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo as estações.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou da terra&lt;br /&gt;Do fogo, da água e do ar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou de antes e de agora&lt;br /&gt;Sou flor e espinho&lt;br /&gt;Sou a água, sou o vinho.&lt;br /&gt;Simples... Sagrada&lt;br /&gt;Sempre... Mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113389327994297608?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113389327994297608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/sagrada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113389327994297608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113389327994297608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/sagrada.html' title='Sagrada'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113346094659040226</id><published>2005-12-01T14:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:01:29.033-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Amor De Afrodite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/afrodite.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eu abro meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Para a vida, para o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Estou repleta de um grande prazer&lt;br /&gt;De uma doçura infinita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou amando&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos em sintonia&lt;br /&gt;Essa euforia e união&lt;br /&gt;Me conduzem a todos os lugares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espalho amor ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu enfeito por onde passo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu perfumo todos os cantos&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo tudo que faço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero paz...&lt;br /&gt;Quero amor.&lt;br /&gt;Beleza e liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Por onde eu for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda beleza me atrai.&lt;br /&gt;Todo vento é meu combustível.&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade minha busca&lt;br /&gt;E amar meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113346094659040226?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113346094659040226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/amor-de-afrodite.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113346094659040226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113346094659040226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/12/amor-de-afrodite.html' title='Amor De Afrodite'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113328563531431670</id><published>2005-11-29T15:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:43:21.725-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancolia'/><title type='text'>Simplesmente Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/lua11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Banhei-me sob a luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;E abandonei meus pensamentos no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Por instantes me imaginei tua&lt;br /&gt;Por instantes me imaginei voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, como eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Que as lágrimas parassem de rolar&lt;br /&gt;Numa insônia infinita&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo consegui sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Só a lua a me fitar.&lt;br /&gt;A cidade dormia&lt;br /&gt;E as estrelas eram só minhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas dos meus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Perto e longe.&lt;br /&gt;Brilham pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Afastadas de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma no seu espaço&lt;br /&gt;Eu me deito em qualquer lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Choro escondida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é por espaço&lt;br /&gt;Não é por homem.&lt;br /&gt;Não é por amor, nem acaso&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente Saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113328563531431670?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113328563531431670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/simplesmente-saudade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113328563531431670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113328563531431670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/simplesmente-saudade.html' title='Simplesmente Saudade'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113276658122479811</id><published>2005-11-23T15:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:51:13.188-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Sem Entender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/moonchild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me chama de fada&lt;br /&gt;Me chama de amada.&lt;br /&gt;Me diz tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sem precisar dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias de calmaria&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sou tufão.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes menininha&lt;br /&gt;Em outras mulherão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É estranho querer entender&lt;br /&gt;Como mudo rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Digo sim, digo não&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao inferno e passo no céu de raspão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode rir!&lt;br /&gt;Também te farei chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Como te farei enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar, querer, gozar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuida o céu! Sou regida pelas estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes densa... Em outras sutil.&lt;br /&gt;Pelos poros exalo Afrodite&lt;br /&gt;Como ninguém nunca viu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me tem... Ás vezes fujo&lt;br /&gt;Te provoco... E tento me defender.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço de ti... Esqueço de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas muda o céu e me tens pra ti... Assim... Sem entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113276658122479811?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113276658122479811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/sem-entender.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113276658122479811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113276658122479811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/sem-entender.html' title='Sem Entender'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113268923370574126</id><published>2005-11-22T17:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:02:59.306-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Poder De Lilith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/lua4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eu vôo nessa vida para mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou meia&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;Sou toda&lt;br /&gt;Sou tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sou completa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vôo na escuridão e na luz&lt;br /&gt;Insana e sadia.&lt;br /&gt;Consciente e inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;Repleta ou vazia.&lt;br /&gt;Vôo no amor&lt;br /&gt;Vôo na dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumo minhas vontades&lt;br /&gt;Meus desejos e igualdades.&lt;br /&gt;Sou justa&lt;br /&gt;Sou fiel a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Falo o que penso&lt;br /&gt;Penso o que falo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo com as aparências&lt;br /&gt;Me importa a essência.&lt;br /&gt;O âmago, a descência.&lt;br /&gt;Escuto minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o que é preciso ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Ajo como eu sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto e vivo meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca me escondo.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca peço desculpas para agradar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo minha sexualidade para agradar a mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Expresso-a como deve ser expressa&lt;br /&gt;Na totalidade do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu sou deusa.&lt;br /&gt;Sou fêmea&lt;br /&gt;Sou lasciva.&lt;br /&gt;Sou invasiva&lt;br /&gt;Sou o poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113268923370574126?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113268923370574126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/poder-de-lilith.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113268923370574126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113268923370574126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/poder-de-lilith.html' title='Poder De Lilith'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113262769180054588</id><published>2005-11-22T00:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:45:51.654-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversas'/><title type='text'>Refém Das Estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/vento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quisera eu&lt;br /&gt;O vento controlar&lt;br /&gt;Para que não sacudisse as folhas quietas no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele sacudiu.&lt;br /&gt;Ventou forte em mim&lt;br /&gt;Descompassou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E trouxe-o pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o inesperado&lt;br /&gt;Sempre forte&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ousado.&lt;br /&gt;O destino conspira&lt;br /&gt;E quer que eu acredite em acaso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera eu negar&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tão forte que chego a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que somos reféns das estrelas sim&lt;br /&gt;E só cabe a nós aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venta então!&lt;br /&gt;Venha o que vier...&lt;br /&gt;Bata de frente comigo&lt;br /&gt;Olho no olho&lt;br /&gt;Como quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testa-me!&lt;br /&gt;Provoca meu ego...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é um trânsito astrológico&lt;br /&gt;Mas Vênus está perto...&lt;br /&gt;Pois me exala pro mundo&lt;br /&gt;E te trás para perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113262769180054588?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113262769180054588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/refm-das-estrelas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113262769180054588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113262769180054588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/refm-das-estrelas.html' title='Refém Das Estrelas'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113233973426521574</id><published>2005-11-18T16:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:04:46.609-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Alma Cigana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A música alegra meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Danço para mim... Encanto a multidão.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto minha saia gira sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Não paro nunca não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das cores, tecidos, sabores, vestidos.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ter a alma livre...&lt;br /&gt;Ter a grama sob os pés&lt;br /&gt;E o luar sobre a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor não me contenho&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é minha sentença.&lt;br /&gt;Arrisco, ouso.&lt;br /&gt;Vôo sem rumo... Caio de cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou para qualquer lugar do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Amo enquanto houver certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo meu instinto&lt;br /&gt;Falo com clareza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me queira assim! Queira um amor forte.&lt;br /&gt;Não tire a beleza e alegria de mim&lt;br /&gt;Siga junto!&lt;br /&gt;E serás livre comigo até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho alma cigana&lt;br /&gt;Alma livre...Alma alegre.&lt;br /&gt;Alma que encanta e fascina&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma que nada deve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113233973426521574?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113233973426521574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/alma-cigana.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113233973426521574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113233973426521574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/alma-cigana.html' title='Alma Cigana'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113224897753054095</id><published>2005-11-17T13:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:07:04.727-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>DE LUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/2295796_1320696_6659341_album.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me desvende...&lt;br /&gt;Tente!&lt;br /&gt;Sou misteriosa e surpreendente.&lt;br /&gt;Como a lua&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sou minha&lt;br /&gt;Em outras sou tua.&lt;br /&gt;O que vês é superficial&lt;br /&gt;É um nada&lt;br /&gt;Perto da essêscia profunda da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Me vê de relance&lt;br /&gt;Podes achar que estou ao teu alcance.&lt;br /&gt;Que sou mais uma para desvendar&lt;br /&gt;Para seduzir e depois cansar...&lt;br /&gt;Pois não sou assim como me pintas&lt;br /&gt;Sou comum, sou normal.&lt;br /&gt;Também sou Deusa e fatal&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando quero&lt;br /&gt;Não todo momento.&lt;br /&gt;E pra quem eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fico por baixo&lt;br /&gt;Mas adoro ficar por cima.&lt;br /&gt;Sou fêmea, sou igual.&lt;br /&gt;Também escolho&lt;br /&gt;Sei do bem&lt;br /&gt;Sei do mal.&lt;br /&gt;Sou meiga&lt;br /&gt;Sou mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113224897753054095?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113224897753054095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/de-lua.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113224897753054095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113224897753054095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/de-lua.html' title='DE LUA'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113216571099145866</id><published>2005-11-16T16:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:08:42.615-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>Borboletas são livres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/normal_caminhos_perfumados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Borboletas são livres.&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma também.&lt;br /&gt;Anseio liberdade, beleza e amor&lt;br /&gt;De ir, vir e sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Paixão, ar, calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso criar...&lt;br /&gt;Voar.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o vento nos cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas os pés no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Quero abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher borboleta.&lt;br /&gt;Pequenina e voraz.&lt;br /&gt;Tem um vôo que seduz.&lt;br /&gt;Uma beleza que satisfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possuidora de uma leveza que conduz.&lt;br /&gt;Sua fragilidade lhe faz, uma mulher que reluz!&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de arte.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa que invada.&lt;br /&gt;Que o coração dispare.&lt;br /&gt;Que a saudade mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não a prenda.&lt;br /&gt;Traga flores para que venha.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não é para qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranque-a e ela morre.&lt;br /&gt;Sopre-a no vento...&lt;br /&gt;Que ela vai.&lt;br /&gt;Mas espere.&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113216571099145866?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113216571099145866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/borboletas-so-livres.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113216571099145866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113216571099145866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/borboletas-so-livres.html' title='Borboletas são livres'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113209354306227727</id><published>2005-11-15T19:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:40:02.460-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>QUERO UM HOMEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/BlueMoonFaery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um homem que toque minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Me exalte não por elogio&lt;br /&gt;Mas pela sensibilidade de perceber.&lt;br /&gt;Que me dê a mão em dias de sol&lt;br /&gt;E fique agarrado comigo quando chover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um homem com fome de vida&lt;br /&gt;Que a alegria brilhe em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que no seu sorriso eu veja o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que caminhe comigo na beira do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir que caminhamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o vento nos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;E ver o sol pela janela&lt;br /&gt;A lua na cama&lt;br /&gt;As flores no jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um homem pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Que me ame com força&lt;br /&gt;Que me solte de leve&lt;br /&gt;Que regue com maestria&lt;br /&gt;Pra não me podar aos pouquinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um homem que me enlouqueça&lt;br /&gt;Que de viver não esqueça.&lt;br /&gt;O comodismo mata aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Empoeira o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;Quero nada&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade e amor&lt;br /&gt;Ir e vir&lt;br /&gt;Com você onde for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113209354306227727?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113209354306227727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/quero-um-homem.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113209354306227727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113209354306227727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/quero-um-homem.html' title='QUERO UM HOMEM'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113199124421029876</id><published>2005-11-14T15:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:09:41.456-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres e Deusas'/><title type='text'>INFINITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/Ruiva1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou eu mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou ousada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou um todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não te olho assustada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada me assusta... Nada me espanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adoro me surpreender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Detesto me aborrecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E aborreço ao me desapontar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então não crio mais espectativas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olho as pessoas como são&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E amo elas todas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo mais eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois no fundo você não e é meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ninguem ama sem se amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém dá o que não tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu dou... Eu vou além.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra amar não tem limites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra existir também não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Infinita num mundo limitado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satisfaço minhas vontades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E as suas também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas sou só minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sou de mais ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem sou do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sou daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me encontra nos teus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos pesadelos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas tuas vontades, nos teus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me encontra na tua coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E lá também, nos teus medos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113199124421029876?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113199124421029876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/infinita.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113199124421029876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113199124421029876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/infinita.html' title='INFINITA'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113189715608480533</id><published>2005-11-13T13:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:41:53.252-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>TE TENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/lua3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tiro as máscaras para você&lt;br /&gt;Tiro o veneno da maçã&lt;br /&gt;Tiro as sombras da lua&lt;br /&gt;Todos os males do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiro os sapatos&lt;br /&gt;Tiro as dores&lt;br /&gt;Tudo te dou&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os espinhos não causam dores&lt;br /&gt;Nos fazem cócegas&lt;br /&gt;E rimos deles&lt;br /&gt;Eles não são nada&lt;br /&gt;Não os carregamos nas costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só temos espaço para amar&lt;br /&gt;Escute a música&lt;br /&gt;Venha comigo dançar...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu faça birra&lt;br /&gt;Faça beiço&lt;br /&gt;É só gracinha pra ganhar um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que faço tudo por você&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sempre invento&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te protejo&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sempre te tento&lt;br /&gt;E sempre vou tentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113189715608480533?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113189715608480533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/te-tento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113189715608480533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113189715608480533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/te-tento.html' title='TE TENTO'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113156600225724389</id><published>2005-11-09T17:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:51:40.464-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Borboleta Molhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Não resisti&lt;br /&gt;Ver a chuva caindo&lt;br /&gt;E você parado ali.&lt;br /&gt;Te olhei sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Entre poças, entre pingos&lt;br /&gt;Voei de encontro a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que não resiste, não se aguenta&lt;br /&gt;Faça sol , faça chuva&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo me afugenta&lt;br /&gt;Me põe em fuga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fujo pra ti&lt;br /&gt;Vou de encontro aos lábios teus&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos pra sentir&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor que é todo meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada gota que desliza&lt;br /&gt;Por entre os beijos seus&lt;br /&gt;Escorre na minha boca&lt;br /&gt;E fica em mim o gosto teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demora um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto sacio e satistaço&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo, minhas vontades&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus beijos, de um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai depois e me deixa assim...&lt;br /&gt;Uma borboleta molhada&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher satisfeita&lt;br /&gt;Menos sedenta e mais apaixonada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113156600225724389?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113156600225724389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/borboleta-molhada.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113156600225724389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113156600225724389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/borboleta-molhada.html' title='Borboleta Molhada'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113155373912968760</id><published>2005-11-09T14:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:51:55.452-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>VOA EM MIM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/320/anjos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voa meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Voa alto&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Voamos juntos nesse céu sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viaja nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Aterrissa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Me tem sob suas asas&lt;br /&gt;Me tem sobre teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que não é pouco&lt;br /&gt;Te ofereço até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Deita nesse desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que clama por ti assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espalha-te nesse corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sente essa alma&lt;br /&gt;Que silenciosa e lascivamente pede...&lt;br /&gt;Voa em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113155373912968760?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113155373912968760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/voa-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113155373912968760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113155373912968760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/voa-em-mim.html' title='VOA EM MIM!'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622896.post-113139181300300682</id><published>2005-11-07T17:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:57:58.889-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Soneto De Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3632/1399/400/casal%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei assim, atenta até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, amanhã e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto tiver você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amarei devotamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serás meu primeiro pensamento ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;E o último com quem irei deitar.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quantos passaram&lt;br /&gt;Importa aquele que vai ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei assim, a guardiã desse amor .&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que tantos querem, um amor que é só nosso&lt;br /&gt;Um amor antigo, um amor de alma, carnal e fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ficaremos assim, juntos até o céu.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que caiam tempestades&lt;br /&gt;E o vento nos retire o véu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Salcides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622896-113139181300300682?l=fadasepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/113139181300300682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/soneto-de-alma.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113139181300300682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622896/posts/default/113139181300300682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasepoesias.blogspot.com/2005/11/soneto-de-alma.html' title='Soneto De Alma'/><author><name>Carolina Salcides</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/kabutterfly/kasalcides.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
