tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76477529725373240822012-02-17T01:12:29.941-03:00Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-60952014107298825222012-01-13T00:28:00.003-03:002012-01-13T00:33:23.376-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >hoje eu já falei que te amo?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" ></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*então abra aquele seu velho colar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-6095201410729882522?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-46287845420303736592012-01-05T22:26:00.004-03:002012-01-05T22:50:50.381-03:00<span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >um traço perdido</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >um traço desenhado</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >como se corressem riscos</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >como se fossem premeditados</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >mas não,</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >não é</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >são apenas entrelinhas</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >são apenas riscos "engrafitados"</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e a gente percorre</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tentando encontrar</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e a gente rabisca</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >para não se perder</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >entrega-se</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >liberta-se</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ou fecha-se</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >correndo</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >buscando</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tentando não</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >se escurecer.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">*giz, grafite ou carvão.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">qualquer um. qualquer um.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">riscos. são apenas riscos.<br />ou um furacão.<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-4628784542030373659?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-56994202022247469672012-01-03T00:26:00.002-03:002012-01-03T01:01:19.457-03:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">maybe all the words,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">maybe all the days</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">and every night</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">won't be enough to explain</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">each word, day or shining smile</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">that i closed my eyes</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">and i just felt</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*i need some sleep and not be a dreamer<br />at least this time.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-5699420202224746967?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-19537027655702411962012-01-02T21:17:00.002-03:002012-01-02T23:17:59.024-03:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">as únicas frases que precisavam ser ditas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">simplesmente pararam no tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e me empurraram à frente</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e por mais que elas tenham corrido</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">para me alcançar novamente...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">...talvez, seja tarde demais</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*maybe, maybe...<br />but, i don't know...<br />...i'll never know.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1953702765570241196?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-72419459993544277722011-12-23T12:01:00.002-03:002011-12-23T12:12:13.735-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">e essa(s) entrelinha(s) me mata</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">me suga e me devora...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">me surpreende, me acalma</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">e como quase sempre me ignora</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">e ao mesmo tempo que tudo é dito,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">ela continua ali,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">permanece assim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">quietinha, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">calada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">fazendo de conta que não existe</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">e que tudo não passa de meros palpites</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">então vai se enrolando...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">como se fosse um rolo de ar . . .</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">*e eu páro,</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">sem dúvida alguma respiro,</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">só não consigo assoprar...</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-7241945999354427772?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-11139007139883250442011-11-27T19:25:00.001-03:002011-11-27T20:52:40.297-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">bom dia,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">boa noite de domingo!</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">*simplesmente assim</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1113900713988325044?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-82191736432073473942011-11-09T23:41:00.009-03:002011-11-09T23:48:38.901-03:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e aquela maldita borboleta<br />ficou presa no meu esôfago!</span><br /></span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">*kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">aaaah como eu estou de bom humor!</span></div><br /><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">=D</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8219173643207347394?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-46713933114932361002011-10-25T12:06:00.005-02:002011-10-25T12:17:06.114-02:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >então veio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >como não se pode</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >como não se deve vir</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e eu me vejo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >num vale encantado</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >querendo sorrir</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >então me diga</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >como parar a chuva</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e esconder o sol</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e eu entrego</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >que o gosto da cereja</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >pode não ser um só...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">*e ele insiste em não mudar</span>!!!!!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-4671393311493236100?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-87315223985171317572011-10-25T11:57:00.003-02:002011-10-25T12:21:29.563-02:00<span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >o reflexo borrado que se forma na água,</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >é apenas o retrato de uma realidade</span> <span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >que não queremos enxergar...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">*e mesmo assim eu continuo jogando tinta<br />para depois fazer uma fotografia<br />e quem sabe um dia, talvez revelar...<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8731522398517131757?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-17451310128714885092011-08-31T12:38:00.007-02:002011-08-31T12:59:58.576-02:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" >hj acordei abraçada com aquele aperto que me faz ouvir cada batida do meu coração...</span> <br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"> <br /> <br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">enquanto isso, <br />o outro lado não hesita <br />e passa manteiga no pão.. <br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1745131012871488509?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-691567929879714702011-07-03T22:09:00.005-02:002011-07-10T16:40:37.914-02:00<span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >quem foi que disse</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >que não era mais pra ser ?</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(s)e o que foi dito</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >eu ja tentei esquecer</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >depois de dias</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tentando acordar</span> <span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >de mil maneiras</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >eu vou deixando os dias me levar</span><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >em<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:lucida grande;" >*e um dia elas simplesmente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:lucida grande;" >morrem.</span></span><br /></span><span style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-69156792987971470?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-16987818126108590642011-06-02T11:38:00.009-02:002011-07-03T22:09:40.868-02:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">preto e branco</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">são referenciais que eu já perdi faz tempo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">muito tempo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">então eu respiro...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">para que as cores voltem a colorir.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*qual o nome do que está entre<br />a razão e a emoção?</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1698781812610859064?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-18608005743720778712011-04-24T01:06:00.004-02:002011-07-03T22:15:54.571-02:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >saudade de quando a saudade tinha um quando...</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*espero que o cansaço que se desenha no olhar,<br />possa esperar um pouco mais...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1860800574372077871?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-477346203632407252011-04-22T00:44:00.004-02:002011-07-10T16:45:59.636-02:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e ela fala por mim de uma forma tão delicada e sincera</span>,<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >que as vezes </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >até eu me assusto com o seu poder...</span><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*então eu me entrego...</span><strong> </strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-47734620363240725?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-78851117279117069782011-04-19T01:28:00.003-02:002011-07-03T22:21:55.782-02:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">enquanto eu conversava com cada dia</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">os anos foram me abraçando</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e depois eu percebi que cada segundo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">construia um momento diferente</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">fazendo com que no final de cada hora</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">eu só quisesse voltar</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*e a gente só se dá conta disso<br />quando os dias não existem mais</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-7885111727911706978?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-56569443903095626332011-04-17T03:14:00.003-02:002011-04-17T03:22:03.422-02:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">por mais que meu último abraço</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">seja de um tempo que se perdeu no próprio passar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">eu não quero desistir</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">de sentir a leveza do seu ar</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">atravessando os meus pulmões</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*eu preciso ter um último passo,<br />antes que o céu decida se abrir...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-5656944390309562633?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-72813080056195993192011-04-07T13:36:00.005-02:002011-04-22T00:51:39.624-02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">e ontem me sopraram aos ouvidos</span><br style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">com pitadas de estrelas e um pouco de algodão</span><br style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">que coisas estão por vir</span><br style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"></span>e que balões podem estourar</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">...</span><br style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"><br style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"></span><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">*só esqueceram de dizer se era por falta de ar<br />ou por pura falta do que fazer!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-7281308005619599319?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-78225705684349486552011-04-06T00:11:00.003-02:002011-04-06T00:19:30.507-02:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ok</span>!<br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">nove a zero para esse sentimentalismo acutíssimo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">que quase sempre toma conta do pequeno saber momentâneo e talvez até moralista</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">de quem não tem a menor possibilidade de ir contra toda essa falta de ar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e ao entrar,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">por favor, deixe a chave onde ela está...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*e a minha razão também (três pontinhos)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-7822570568434948655?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-91470004606125651752011-04-05T23:41:00.002-02:002011-04-06T01:25:49.307-02:00<div class="post-header"> </div> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >só me diga que ao menos uma vez</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tudo não passou de uma impressão pré combinada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >com toda teoria agonizante</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >do modo como vivemos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e ao sair</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >por favor, coloque a porta no lugar...</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*...e o meu coração também (pontofinal)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-9147000460612565175?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-49009891010981759512011-03-30T22:38:00.011-02:002011-04-19T01:46:05.901-02:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >meu doce</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >meu erro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >meu sorriso</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e meu desejo</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">*e todas elas seguram o meu medo</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">e lhe vigia também</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-4900989101098175951?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-82049163534352924412011-03-24T23:59:00.004-03:002011-04-22T21:03:38.552-02:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">perder algo tão importante,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">talvez tenha me deixado com um gosto amargo na boca</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">e aparentemente uma pedra de gelo no buraco do meu peito</span></span>.<br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*vamos ver até quando isso vai<br />**quem dá mais?</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8204916353435292441?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-23807094536971361332011-03-23T00:05:00.003-03:002011-03-23T00:12:32.882-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >você é o meu sorriso</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >o meu ar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e cada momento de todos os "agora</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >você foi o meu suspiro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >o meu "chão"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e cada segundo das minhas horas</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*...e então o meu relógio parou<br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-2380709453697136133?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-14081078608995595872011-03-18T10:49:00.003-03:002011-03-18T12:30:48.645-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >é de tamanha grandeza</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >o poder do sentir</span>,<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >que até mesmo o ultimo grão</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >provoca sensações de extrema leveza</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*eu abri a janela e agora não quero fechar...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1408107860899559587?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-82106293493050610212011-03-18T01:18:00.006-03:002011-03-18T01:44:14.791-03:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >hoje a simplicidade sorriu pra mim<br />e me levou as palavras...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">*mas esqueceu a falta de ar<br />=)<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8210629349305061021?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-82703395862458348542011-03-17T00:14:00.001-03:002011-03-17T00:16:12.631-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">amanhã podia ser outro dia!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">*mas nunca será...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8270339586245834854?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-41866497452277150082011-03-16T22:35:00.004-03:002011-03-16T22:40:28.535-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >coisas simples</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >podem não ser</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e atos sinceros</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >nunca deixaram de existir</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >mas a chuva sempre veio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >na hora de ir embora</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e no momento de encostar um coração no outro</span>...<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >é o vento que me abraça.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*e eu sorrio,<br />pq essa é a única arma que tenho...<br />=)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-4186649745227715008?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-77882450974599486342011-03-15T16:33:00.001-03:002011-03-15T16:36:19.332-03:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">não são 6 horas,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">mas aviso que</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">a fotografia</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">segue caminhos</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ao norte</span>...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">*oye<br /></span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-7788245097459948634?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-36590638378457103142011-03-07T14:13:00.002-03:002011-03-07T14:26:05.098-03:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"eu aprendi a perdoar</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e a pedir perdão</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> e então...<br />vinte e nove anjos me saudaram</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> e tive vinte e nove amigos outra vez."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">*</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">decidi começar a viver...</span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-3659063837845710314?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-43417281365411430052011-03-07T02:19:00.003-03:002011-03-07T02:26:36.871-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >enquanto eles se perdem...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >a pele arrepia-se,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >esperando um toque para se esquentar...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >depois que eles se encontram...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >o corpo desperta</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">-se,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >esperando um arrepio para se desmanchar...</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*e agora... nem precisam mais existir</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-4341728136541143005?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-381719548250771462011-03-05T23:24:00.008-03:002011-03-05T23:54:14.480-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e pra fazer a coisa certa</span>,<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >precisei de uma errada primeiro...</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*isso me torna uma gota perante o mar...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-38171954825077146?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-85045889975008689122011-03-05T23:09:00.003-03:002011-03-05T23:12:33.231-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >resta um.</span>..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >*a minha sorte é que nunca gostei deles.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8504588997500868912?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-15542444922416043752011-03-02T22:48:00.002-03:002011-03-02T22:56:10.530-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">e quando não é o tempo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">é a chuva...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">que se transforma em vento</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">para impedir o ponteiro de chegar</span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">*então a gente pára...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">respira...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">e assopra.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1554244492241604375?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-85143733745120524032011-03-02T19:27:00.008-03:002011-03-02T22:48:15.205-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">e depois de muito tempo... volto aqui!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">não sei se por coincidencia,</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">ou pela normalidade dessa "coisa" que sempre me traz de volta...</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">o hiperbolismo anacolútico!</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">e deixo inicialmente uma canção...</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >...até logo...</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >o "sempre" assusta,</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >mas machuca também...</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >a gente nunca sabe como,</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >e muito menos quando, </span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >a hora certa de se dizer adeus a alguem.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >só que quase todas às vezes</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >falamos isso tarde de mais,</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >quando não podemos ouvir a resposta.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >quando só podemos ler os jornais.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >não sei, mas assusta...</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >pq? pq machuca.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >falar dessas coisas estranhas</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >que torna tão fraco aquele que as usam </span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >então, falamos "até logo",</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >que é uma forma mais carinhosa</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >de se dizer aquilo que tanto dói</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >e que quase ninguém gosta.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >não sabemos o quanto durará esse "pra sempre",</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >se ele é curto ou se será como dizem... eternamente.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >por causa disso, </span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >cada vez mais acredito na eternidade...</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" >do tempo... da dor... e da saudade.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8514373374512052403?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-81561348268631070612009-04-22T21:21:00.001-02:002009-04-22T21:24:31.324-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">uma música hiperbólica </span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">feita de bolhas anacolúticas, </span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que vive no mundo dos peixes,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">num aquário quase que particular.<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">*uma baleia mitológica !</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8156134826863107061?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-7648767228623258802009-02-03T21:47:00.002-03:002009-02-03T21:50:58.625-03:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">"É tão estranho...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Os bons morrem jovens</span><span style="color:#9999ff;">..."</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">(assim parece ser...)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-764876722862325880?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-77569911282617098182009-01-18T21:35:00.003-03:002009-01-18T21:38:36.130-03:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">e a sua falta</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">deixa o gosto salgado em minha boca<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">como se fosse a primeira vez...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">você.<br /></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">[todos os dias, parecem dezoito, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">e espero q sempre seja... =)]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-7756991128261709818?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-17217726599718066402008-11-22T22:42:00.002-03:002008-11-22T22:51:13.612-03:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">[vendo o céu estrelado] me "faz" sentir-me-lhor...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1721772659971806640?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-82671022036359234652008-11-02T19:25:00.014-03:002008-11-02T20:40:17.931-03:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">cordas</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">batuques</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">melodia</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">dobras</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">acordes</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">noite e dia</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">lágrimas e espaços</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">letras e vozes</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">olhos e ouvidos</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">silêncio e toques...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">... e você me sorria !</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">*tem dias que não dá pra levantar</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">mas tem outros que a gente não dorme pra sorrir...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8267102203635923465?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-81989829553861059172008-10-19T00:55:00.005-02:002008-10-19T01:07:28.034-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">as vezes a saudade se esconde no mar...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-8198982955386105917?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-26092560607030248892008-09-04T00:36:00.002-02:002008-09-04T00:42:01.932-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">dance, relance, alcance, distante<br />perto, desperto, aberto, deserto<br />fechado, parado,<br />fechado<br />fechado<br />fecha<br />fe<br />flecha<br />flechado<br />flechado<br />ocupado.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-2609256060703024889?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-75374760297078584882008-09-04T00:27:00.001-02:002008-09-04T00:30:04.128-02:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#9999ff;">se eu pudesse, desligaria tudo.</span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[mais uma vez...]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-7537476029707858488?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-41476520899497051302008-09-03T23:50:00.004-02:002008-09-04T00:05:00.763-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">e fazia tempo</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que eu não abria os olhos no escuro...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">...havia me esquecido</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">de como era tão claro.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">[.não ver, e poder apenas sentir]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-4147652089949705130?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-17433063310411887392008-08-12T22:53:00.003-02:002008-08-12T22:56:39.047-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">os meus...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">["apenas" com suas palavras]</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">conseguem sorrir...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span><span style="font-size:85%;">[imagine com a sua presença ?]</span></span></div><div align="right"><span></span> </div><div align="right"><span><span style="font-size:85%;">[. . .]</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1743306331041188739?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-40579726547239983182008-08-12T00:31:00.010-02:002008-08-12T00:52:14.055-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">do perfume<br />dos olhos<br />do sorriso<br /><br />do costume<br />do corpo<br />do jeito indeciso<br /><br />do calor<br />do toque<br />das mãos<br /><br />do abraço<br />da voz<br />de uma única sensação...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">[e é noite.]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-4057972654723998318?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-61587318331158739802008-07-31T00:34:00.003-02:002008-07-31T00:50:52.277-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">é difícil se ter fome</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">quando o que você tem é água e sal</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-6158731833115873980?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-10517689376216480942008-07-18T05:16:00.005-02:002008-07-18T05:22:56.989-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">já tentei conversar</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">e até mesmo fingir </span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que não estás mais ali</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">já tentei te amar</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">e te viver assim mesmo</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">dentro de ti</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">mas se eu te quero</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">você vai embora</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">se eu não te amo</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">você logo percebe </span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">então sempre volta<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">e sem que eu possa ver</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">você me abraça</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">você me apaixona</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">me leva pro mar</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">me leva pro céu</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">e me "inrola" na cama.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">[e eu juro pra mim mesma... menina, um dia te mato !]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1051768937621648094?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-90436159190996445812008-07-18T04:36:00.003-02:002008-07-18T04:42:38.669-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">o som suave das cordas tocadas</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">criou uma nova canção,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">nunca ouvida antes,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que é capaz de acordar</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">até a estrela mais distante da última constelação</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">mas se mesmo assim</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">ela insistir em não despertar,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">não se preocupe meu amor !</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">é pq um outro som... </span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">o da tua voz...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">fez com que ela pudesse </span><span style="color:#9999ff;">novamente sonhar...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-9043615919099644581?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-67018296833564347732008-07-13T14:06:00.008-02:002008-07-15T10:56:36.797-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">gosto de você...<br /><br />te gosto...<br /><br />gostomesmosenãofosseporquererporqueatéquerendoeusintoàsvezessemsaberquequandoeudigoquegostogostomesmoatéquandoqueronãoquerer... </span><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">[...então, eu posso respirar . . . ]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-6701829683356434773?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-65622287514138458792008-06-26T13:55:00.003-02:002008-06-26T14:02:14.202-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">o problema </span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">é que a gente insiste em acreditar</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que um dia pode ser diferente</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que com o tempo, quem sabe...<br />tudo pode mudar...<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">mas não...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">não foi,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">não é, </span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">e nunca será bem assim...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"> . . .</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">então a gente preenche a<br />cabeça com o tempo,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">pra tentar entender</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">as vírgulas e os acentos</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que de vez em sempre </span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">passam por ali</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">mas não vai adiantar</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">pq a gente não compreende,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">não aceita e não entende,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que o segredo está </span><span style="color:#9999ff;"> no pingo do i.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-6562228751413845879?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-52968029110904581602008-06-21T13:32:00.001-02:002008-06-21T13:42:33.974-02:00<div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">[cansada]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-5296802911090458160?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-58175787752797440722008-06-19T00:43:00.007-02:002008-06-19T11:56:32.139-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">ultimamente,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">os dias tem se tornado cada vez mais curtos,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">eles não param</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">nem mesmo pra ver o tempo passar...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">já as noites...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">elas se esquecem...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">enquanto a lua leva as estrelas para o mar</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-5817578775279744072?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-47691270466801054312008-06-15T23:24:00.004-02:002008-06-15T23:37:40.844-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">e ontem...<br />dormi abraçada com o vento...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-4769127046680105431?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-27588095317839246402008-06-10T01:08:00.008-02:002008-06-10T01:33:23.009-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">e ela tem o poder de arrancar-me a vida...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">[e mesmo assim, </span><span style="font-size:78%;">todos os dias eu a espero]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-2758809531783924640?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-2539894808258483222008-06-08T00:01:00.004-02:002008-12-08T23:49:11.040-03:00<p align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">as vezes um gesto pode dizer muito mais q palavras...</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoaGLlWA7TQ/SEs9sPyI1AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/yQFHX9DoNl0/s1600-h/1342966.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209325224344474626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoaGLlWA7TQ/SEs9sPyI1AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/yQFHX9DoNl0/s400/1342966.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">palavras são desnecessarias...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">mas as vezes a gente sente uma coisa tão louca </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">que queremos descrevê-la pra alguém</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">...mas nunca conseguiremos colocar tudo em palavras.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">então a gente olha nos olhos !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">e deixa*...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">que o vento cuida do "depois"...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-253989480825848322?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-73978958576148503602008-05-29T13:25:00.015-02:002008-05-29T13:43:57.116-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">o meu medo, é que o tempo possa me enganar,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que ele me deixe tão cega</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que nem seu cheiro eu possa sentir...</span><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">então eu não sei se é bom ou ruim</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">quando consigo olhar no espelho</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">e dizer... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">- voe tempo, voe...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">que logo logo</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">você não poderá agir sobre mim...</span></div><div align="left"><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div></span><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">(acho que nessa hora ele parapraparar)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-7397895857614850360?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-35214276816640511552008-05-29T13:10:00.001-02:002008-05-29T13:13:24.076-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">"ás vezes não quero escolher,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">e as pessoas vão dizer...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que eu vivo de ilusão..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-3521427681664051155?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-19753585581882796322008-05-27T01:20:00.009-02:002008-05-27T11:42:32.097-02:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#9999ff;">"...seus dedos que, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#9999ff;">de tão leves, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#9999ff;">escorregam sobre minha pele, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#9999ff;">cortando-me em quatro pedaços..."</span><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">*não são cócegas...<br />** ...é você. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1975358558188279632?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-65852891184380926512008-05-24T20:57:00.003-02:002008-05-24T21:08:02.923-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">acordar cedo<br />me faz ver o mundo como ele realmente é...<br /><br />talvez seja por isso<br />que fico de péssimo humor...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-6585289118438092651?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-27642974936871323432008-05-22T01:34:00.010-02:002008-05-24T21:07:50.957-02:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;">Não !</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;">Eu não disse que tudo seria bonito </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;">e que no caminho só haveria flores...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#9999ff;">Mas sim, que "compensaria",</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;">quando no final do dia, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;">na sua única oportunidade,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;">você a olharia,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;">deparando-se com o brilho dos seus olhos </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;">e o sorriso em seu rosto.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-2764297493687132343?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647752972537324082.post-12212089313303164752008-05-21T02:09:00.000-02:002008-05-21T02:17:16.323-02:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">e agora,</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">deitada nas nuvens...</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">pensando sobre as coisas*</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">*que a gente não consegue descrever</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7647752972537324082-1221208931330316475?l=balaoeuvetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tê Manzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04350871584003805059noreply@blogger.com0