tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66291380579615405682024-03-19T02:08:53.097-03:00PORTAL DO POETApedro aruvai
poeta/escritor/letrista/compositorPedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-46689527587664460842011-06-17T21:37:00.001-03:002011-06-17T21:41:20.662-03:00Ilusão<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyRZNDdeLhw8c8OGNY9YoH3NVKT_KMQmK-dsvdi6D41sHicVZ2WW10E2DLVVw41aPDE0wQHqEuFBLd2iRw-BPN1qpDxZ30HLf7w4fZ1tGOQpd2zPIlrZHDLowNbpnMWZyC1aY6YV4mkRE/s1600/79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyRZNDdeLhw8c8OGNY9YoH3NVKT_KMQmK-dsvdi6D41sHicVZ2WW10E2DLVVw41aPDE0wQHqEuFBLd2iRw-BPN1qpDxZ30HLf7w4fZ1tGOQpd2zPIlrZHDLowNbpnMWZyC1aY6YV4mkRE/s200/79.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><br />
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</b></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nessa visibilidade mundana</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>sou quase invisível,</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>um pouco de dor e sem grana</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>lutando por coisas impossíveis.</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Morreu meu sorriso bacana</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>perdi os desejos incríveis,</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>a alma que ainda se engana</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>quer que eu seja gente de nível.</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A lagrima dos olhos emana</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>o fel na boca é horrível,</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>a paz distante é coisa insana</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>meu mundo é coisa perdível.</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A dor no peito como campana</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>cada dia mais incompreensível,</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>uma noite o sonho engana</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>na manhã a ilusão me é terrível.</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>PEDRO ARUVAI<span id="goog_1505704106"></span><span id="goog_1505704107"></span> </b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-59117844018068955392011-06-08T15:54:00.000-03:002011-06-08T15:54:20.764-03:00O sorriso que dei a rosa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br />
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</div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Achei que a rosa do canteiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>meio que triste pareceu</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>porque o velho jardineiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>nessa manhã não apareceu.</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Vento soprou balanceiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>e o sol também apareceu</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>caiu o orvalho e o erreiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>inseto não se apercebeu.</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sentou na rosa e desordeiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>beijou-a toda e escafedeu</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>foi se sentar noutro canteiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>inseto tolo da cor do breu.</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sabe que a rosa permaneceu</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>saudade de seu companheiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>soltou as pétalas que prendeu</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>quando apareceu o jardineiro.</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Pena que a rosa não entendeu</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>o meu sorriso tão companheiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>queria o sorriso do jardineiro</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>não queria o sorriso meu.</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;">PEDRO ARUVAI</span> </div><div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-88508521060709362962011-05-19T09:56:00.002-03:002011-05-22T10:12:31.075-03:00Males do mundo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.protexto.com.br/livro.php?livro=266"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608411225583330658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh8RxLIqbodHuq3J9sRCiWj4sp0r7iFPCmhK8UHuhsm-CvB3A0EI-sLab5CBkanxpTrQtHSIyG3iIH4f9fhJ9mvF0KkivSmKC7X7K65tql2uuuDZLQITyYbLQhdwXCTc-4BMAeRIhG-3I/s320/60.JPG" style="display: block; height: 258px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 262px;" /></a><br />
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</b></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A folha de zinco não é verde.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A flor da idade murcha cedo.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A beleza da vida desencanta.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nesse mundo de infelicidade.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Rostos que poderiam ser meu.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Olhos que poderiam me olhar.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Boca que poderiam me beijar.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Todas distantes de mim.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Fruto que pouco comi.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Doce que gosto não sei.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Licor que nunca bebi.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Embriaga-me o que nunca provei.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Todas as cordas enforcam o pescoço.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Males do mundo me desenganou.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Desde ontem quando fui moço.</b></span></div><div align="center" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Negando-me à vida o doce do amor.</b></span><br />
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</div></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-51362716809677279532011-05-08T11:10:00.000-03:002011-05-08T11:10:53.141-03:00ABRO O PORTÃO_mpeg2video.mpg<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xpi2joiVFdc?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-48845896909431172592011-04-30T20:42:00.000-03:002011-04-30T20:49:16.415-03:00APERTO DE AMOR E PAIXÃO.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2rNnelyWTMbhFRjG7YskQDx9h-iiQiGNEWphAIi3kYHCCItHAsdrhwTMdOmY47T-lscPteYzHPvnd4D5Ksg_tBh3V0WjoUeHhp8UNpjbZuGVxJ2McNX0grPnLdKwbJtoNC9h96gYL3g/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2rNnelyWTMbhFRjG7YskQDx9h-iiQiGNEWphAIi3kYHCCItHAsdrhwTMdOmY47T-lscPteYzHPvnd4D5Ksg_tBh3V0WjoUeHhp8UNpjbZuGVxJ2McNX0grPnLdKwbJtoNC9h96gYL3g/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601527848541729410" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><b><br /></b></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>A vida fora dos eixos.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>O queixo qualquer expressão.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>A mão sem ter desleixo.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Buscando a diversão.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Seu corpo quebro e remexo.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>No fecho da emoção.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Mordida afiada no queixo.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Feita com perversão.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Deitado o corpo me deixo.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Despido às suas mãos.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>E nos meus braços te fecho.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Aperto de amor e paixão.</b></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>PEDRO ARUVAI</b></span></p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-63897652437561364772011-04-26T23:43:00.000-03:002011-04-26T23:43:54.409-03:00DÁ GOSTO VER MEU TIME JOGAR 2.flv<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z51oCRxSzVc?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-88167247155235062132011-04-16T11:11:00.000-03:002011-04-16T11:18:00.781-03:00O difícil convívio na cidade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwfrsXxoIFw9R87nF0bVaFtnzY2_RUuRt54H4QrO6gMkFKo27K3V6AvhMaCIrrSNM8wMTiW7u0fIomC-VkARUaBJ6D7GTGhJB8s0Oi2g3H0yshHrPgnKn0UPSUxlqfm-FVEHdpeIV6vg/s1600/65.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwfrsXxoIFw9R87nF0bVaFtnzY2_RUuRt54H4QrO6gMkFKo27K3V6AvhMaCIrrSNM8wMTiW7u0fIomC-VkARUaBJ6D7GTGhJB8s0Oi2g3H0yshHrPgnKn0UPSUxlqfm-FVEHdpeIV6vg/s320/65.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596184846137750498" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">A rua entupida de carros.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Calçada para pedestre passar.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Entupida de coisas do comercio.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cadeiras e mesas de bares.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mecânico lixando carros.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Outros soldando lataria.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pintam e consertam motores.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Oficinas se faz nas calçadas.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Escola de samba ensaia.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">No meio da rua a tarde.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quase todos os dias.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">A batucada vai até altas horas!</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pedreiros fazem reformas.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Entulho se joga na calçada.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lixo aos pés dos postes.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">De famílias ricas de bairros nobres.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Calçadas mal conservadas.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Buracos e esgotos escorrendo.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cachorros perigosos andam soltos.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">De dentes afiados e perigosos.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ligações clandestinas nos postes.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">De eletricidade e TV a cabo.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mendigos dormem sossegados.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Debaixo de marquises velhas.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Anda-se com medo de tudo.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nas ruas dessas cidades.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">De quem nos olha de longe.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">De quem nos olha de perto.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Assalto é muito comum.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">É prática abundante nas cidades.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Negócio muito lucrativo.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">A noite a gente se tranca.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tem medo até de olhar pela janela.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">É cadeado, é chave, é corrente.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">É grade, é portão, é alarme.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Para nos proteger de bandidos.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Já madrugada cansado.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Os olhos por fim se fecham.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">O sono nos toma por inteiro.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Um sonho começa a sonhar.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas um imbecil em algum lugar.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Da cidade comemora alguma bobagens.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">E fogos de artifícios pipocam.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Com seu barulho infernal.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Rompendo o sono da madrugada.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Fazendo o sonho se perder.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">E acordar assustado.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">Se tem vontade de dá um grito.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;">E mandar essa gente se foder!</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PEDRO ARUVAI</span></span><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"></p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-81654165943851813312011-04-16T11:04:00.000-03:002011-04-16T11:04:39.252-03:00JOGADOR BRASILEIRO-desenho.VOB<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3fZi2AbPhEo?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-9428600282556039312011-03-15T18:50:00.000-03:002011-03-15T18:57:03.843-03:00Voce sabe bem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.protexto.com.br/livro.php?livro=266"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF42DUNKnQ_HkAhX57Mh_subJRR1h3FP_XfBoPrti3thQTcpAZiwg2Vtwp86-CBgvlg9a-m3n1CrdhFOot8yugV4CCbUNAkW3lVdYL-m0lff58iHx2WyuxB4aACvKzjSF2V2WAVjdy5Yg/s320/Digitalizar0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584427894680495186" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><b>Você sabe bem<br />quando o bem nos faz sentido<br />quando o sentido que tem<br />está debaixo de seu vestido.<br /><br />Mais que um bem<br />me convém dizer-lhe: bem querido<br />e que tanto me convém<br />ser um pouco atrevido.<br /><br />O que faz ir mais alem<br />quase louco ou pervertido<br />e falar baixinho ao seu ouvido<br />faz amor comigo, meu bem.</b></i></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><b>PEDRO RAUVAI</b></i></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><b>"capa de meu livro de poesias:<br /></b></i></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><b><a href="http://www.protexto.com.br/livro.php?livro=266"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ALMA INQUIETANTE"</span></a><br /></b></i></span> </p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-49787056040021677792011-02-25T07:21:00.000-03:002011-03-26T09:11:56.610-03:00Estou pensando em ti<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.protexto.com.br/livro.php?livro=266"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3DYyiV86Jp5mD3YFt8V3p36BA0j0U5DKDov1YUMPmTtz-OpODxPZWnOaV-j5czjyiEYP_h9devRqkg4dbVQUioS0ME2V5ry0hYY_Y1YDp5wT95282ysyKeA4_vIszJ5ivAEQEdQsYPk/s320/37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577571337918949138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><b>la fora o vento soprando<br />o sereno suave a cair<br />a noite vai caminhando<br />no seu passar sem sentir<br /><br />no peito sinto apertando<br />a solidão chegou aqui<br />em sonho vou divagando<br />estou pensando em ti.</b></i></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><b>PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></b></i></span> </p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-48486744472472776182011-02-08T11:08:00.000-02:002011-03-26T09:12:28.213-03:00A confusão dos humanos<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.protexto.com.br/livro.php?livro=266"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIxsqEHH-Op9E2J4lmTdlTYGTcXB8cNuie4AzbBQCwlOJH2FTUyb6ySHZmaR6imBoN__BghhygkNDz01mFAvge9Ma5uJWF5az-ZnKWXCdD4zCLlCH2FjjhuZINbq-cLoyP7jdDwMgFJM/s320/62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571305267104922002" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b></b></span></span> <span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Roubaram o silencio da noite</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Torturaram a paz da madrugada</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Corromperam os orvalhos brancos</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Uma névoa cinza paira sobre nós.</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Contaminaram a minha agua de beber</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Distorceram as minhas palavras</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Inventaram uma nova necessidade</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Para que me torne dependente.</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Pago caro pelo mal que não fiz</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Há quem queira me dar conselhos</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Me afasto de pessoas hipócritas</b></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Silenciando na confusão dos humanos.</b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>PEDRO ARUVAI</b></span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-39357929805479762792010-12-30T10:46:00.000-02:002011-03-26T09:12:51.699-03:00O tempo todo me aborreço<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.protexto.com.br/livro.php?livro=266"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9RPkI47tNkfzIrbm_MLAA7lkpoe1vsIj0jlwSCKmDBNHlKBgPbbFoM4NXKTbalbl0diuL49M7P10-CMe1iC6a2e3psl7jKFkX-5d_TTKJg1R6z66Haq-60yFjIj8cQ0ASN4ZU82MeJXk/s320/08-06-10_153231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556456248415787346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">O tempo todo me aborreço<br />ruas sujas, pessoas estupidas<br />sorriso dos hipócritas<br />na troca de endereço.<br /><br />Tanto absurdo, mais absurdo<br />valendo tudo<br />crescendo no mundo<br />fazendo seu preço.<br /><br />Dando meu preço!<br />Não tendo preço.<br />Faz meu valor<br />o que não mereço.<br /><br />pedro aruvai<br /></span></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-48169615868294340382010-12-18T09:50:00.000-02:002011-03-26T09:13:18.769-03:00Sou desconhecido<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.protexto.com.br/livro.php?livro=266"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZkAhKIm4SjTexdOH30qvt2T940sfxg8UM5-Rb2IKphE28hfHl_Jwq1w-LYN3dMkkJY0mEXm8a1oV6rCANOMdb9Uj7CZsQQkMAAfQS6XihGHrCo-4_5VPItN40HH4Lm3nOWJnIlEA45c/s320/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554620419567618738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hdShVjGCfa0lKnSfEWl0gab2ypGBc-kQCpmOqknX3-fhfnxWmzYlohvb_AKUof0eLKtSL1iUz-dGhrUfF61UEpbaHLpPd_9LjJRkrfLxL2vtQI5zOHefWD4TMtdJ383YgpqFATa1Uzg/s1600/47.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">desenho de PEDRO ARUVAI</span></a><br /><pre class="western" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Meu telefone não toca</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Meu blog não faz sucesso</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Ninguém quer sair comigo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Ninguém me convida pra jantar</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sou desconhecido!</b></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Há tempo que não beijo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Há tempo que não faço amor</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Há tempo que não vou ao cinema</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Há tempo que ando sozinho</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sou desconhecido!</b></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Ninguém sabe de mim</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Ninguém sabe que eu existo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Nem eu sei de mim mesmo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>As vezes nem sei se existo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sou desconhecido!</b></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sou diferente de tudo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Mas sou parecido com tudo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Não sou desse mundo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>As vezes acho que sou desse mundo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Mas sou desconhecido!</b></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Ainda deixo rastos no chão</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>É um sinal que ainda estou vivo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Ainda faço sombra sob o sol</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>E a agua da chuva me molha</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Mas sou desconhecido!</b></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Mudei de endereço</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Mas continuo no mesmo</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Para quem não me conhece</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Não me encontrar</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sou desconhecido!</b></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Não ter o que dizer</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Ou dizer o que não importa</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>A quem não quer me ouvir</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Pois o que falo não interessa</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sou desconhecido!</b></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>PEDRO ARUVAI</b></span></span> </pre>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-44885013020505060642010-12-10T10:43:00.000-02:002010-12-10T10:45:49.481-02:00Bom dia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRBJ71XiAUmxK7QqSua8WuU8eZD7T_9cI4Xfg3vtiMhNfFBZgMMfgDYNx_xNKPgD_px8QbSNfLI1lWygplMS8DgRCE3qUkxSESzDqf6s4A-GMZizsX3Mzm5cYHRjte5IupuGSNbNDyfI/s1600/15-02-10_092528.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRBJ71XiAUmxK7QqSua8WuU8eZD7T_9cI4Xfg3vtiMhNfFBZgMMfgDYNx_xNKPgD_px8QbSNfLI1lWygplMS8DgRCE3qUkxSESzDqf6s4A-GMZizsX3Mzm5cYHRjte5IupuGSNbNDyfI/s320/15-02-10_092528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549033898473884498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Bom dia<br />todo dia venha a ser,<br />bons dias<br />para você.<br /><br />Agua fria<br />para banhar e beber.<br />Alegria<br />para sonhar e viver.<br /><br />Calmaria,<br />alimento para comer.<br />Paz e guia,<br />no caminhar do viver.<br /><br />Fantasia<br />para desparecer.<br />Cada dia<br />com amor e prazer.<br /><br />Bom dia<br />outro dia ver amanhecer.<br />E mais um dia<br />seja bom o teu viver.<br /><br />PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></span></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-52125766124313576372010-11-24T11:23:00.000-02:002010-11-24T11:30:07.251-02:00As ruas cheias de lixo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWeDflRmJTef3yPtyBut9oajvXVH33ZsS7pm0MkKd1li0CKDVS81swvAPjnl_nDyrGBY3KmRIyyqsXgrIcS3ejqUn6ZFWlBnAO2EZGiX3_YFl3aztgpm6RT0NecFxtym7sk5KIWSzMgyw/s1600/73.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWeDflRmJTef3yPtyBut9oajvXVH33ZsS7pm0MkKd1li0CKDVS81swvAPjnl_nDyrGBY3KmRIyyqsXgrIcS3ejqUn6ZFWlBnAO2EZGiX3_YFl3aztgpm6RT0NecFxtym7sk5KIWSzMgyw/s320/73.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543107488221179922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>As ruas cheias de lixo.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Eu sou um bicho humano.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Continuo cheio de planos.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Para não me tornar um bicho.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Desse que nasce do engano.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>E vive sem nenhum capricho.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Só conhecendo o seu nicho.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Na ilusão de seus anos.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Há quem me chama de mano.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Conversa curta não espicho.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Mal quem me fala não lixo.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Sigo meus sonhos e planos.</b></span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><br /></p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-88981567897252730902010-11-13T10:23:00.000-02:002010-11-13T10:25:51.443-02:00Inutilidades do mundo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7e4baAI2VFMmDSuU-mD0CuRLDx4YY5mRDPYZ2AO35mBphv_lmmu4EfHP8vXjurdBHx6D2kQ_aKGoFgeDJ9rzC3uRJEDAsPetes7HozNeDh5FaWw7lE1RB_qKdW9KYkYhrJYkxY_GooSY/s1600/45.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7e4baAI2VFMmDSuU-mD0CuRLDx4YY5mRDPYZ2AO35mBphv_lmmu4EfHP8vXjurdBHx6D2kQ_aKGoFgeDJ9rzC3uRJEDAsPetes7HozNeDh5FaWw7lE1RB_qKdW9KYkYhrJYkxY_GooSY/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539009465895233634" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Gasto meu tempo escrevendo coisas inúteis.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>As coisas do mundo são todas inúteis.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>O dia amanhece sem nenhuma novidade.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>A reunião do G20 acabou sem nada de concreto.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Mundo de objetivo único.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>A loucura da ganância pelos lucros.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>O vazio que vejo dessa gente é de chorar.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>A tolice dessa gente é de fazer rir.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Quanta idiotice difícil de se acreditar.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Será que é mesmo verdade o que estou vendo ?</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Me pergunto incrédulo.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>O ser humano é capaz dessas coisas ?</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Os olhos fechados se ver ainda mais.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Os ouvidos escutam tudo.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>A luta de quem quer ser alguem na vida.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Queria apenas a vida eterna!</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Nada mais me interessa.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Não precisarei lutar por isso.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>A vida não precisa de luta.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Principalmente dessas acirradas.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Desesperadas para se ter algumas coisas materiais.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Alguns objetivos inúteis.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Algumas coquistas tolas.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Alguns poderes vãos.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Futilidades mundano.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Desnecessidades à vida!</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>As pessoas fazem questão por essas coisas!</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Precisam delas para ser gente.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Como se fosse preciso! </b></span></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>A idiotice de muita gente me choca.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Me atordoa e me aborrece.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>E assim a humanidade caminha.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Envelhecida pela sua estupidez.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Pervertida na sua própria loucura.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>E na sua multiplicação cega.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Cresce na miséria do seu dia a dia.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Já não espera milagre.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Como antigamente.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Acredita mais em si hoje em dia.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Por isso luta desesperada.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Em busca de um lugar ao sol.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>O sol que não é de ninguém.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Mas os lugares que ele ilumina a poucos pertencem!</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Apostando suas ultimas fichas.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Num capitalismo medonho.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PEDRO ARUVAI</span></span><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><br /></p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-9090161418110374472010-11-02T21:50:00.000-02:002010-11-02T21:53:48.755-02:00Se me acostuma um verso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1xku_AGREqtw-wgTLwRJT2YqWtdZBIw5hZmNP7sJIkoXhv6jrBfyDJKW6wctTT202XIaXBlv1T19fug9gmbUJ62T6iT_BXn0ZRY6QxAs5D5k6k1Ou5Nt-2MT2IHCHcBA0S3i64I4Hgo/s1600/59.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1xku_AGREqtw-wgTLwRJT2YqWtdZBIw5hZmNP7sJIkoXhv6jrBfyDJKW6wctTT202XIaXBlv1T19fug9gmbUJ62T6iT_BXn0ZRY6QxAs5D5k6k1Ou5Nt-2MT2IHCHcBA0S3i64I4Hgo/s320/59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535104704225925746" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">desenho de Pedro Arvau</span></a><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Se me acostuma um verso.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>O sonho me dá prazer.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>A lua não dar o que peço.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Saudade sinto de você.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>O mundo seguindo progresso.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>As vezes preciso entender.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sou peça desse comercio.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>A realidade desse viver.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sei quanto ainda me estresso.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Sem nada poder resolver.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Se meu amor lhe confesso.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Será o amor feito de que.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>O tempo que conto o mundo que meço.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Meu verso só quer lhe dizer.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Enquanto o mundo imperfeito atravesso.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Quem sabe é a alma o que é sofrer.</b></span></span></p><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"></p><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center">PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-13284462476906682222010-10-21T10:30:00.001-02:002010-10-21T10:34:53.055-02:00Prazer tão breve<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGz7fgRpt0FMBGU2AQSlh9HzlGTZDHB1_NBJSDFyzVYk2Vp5QdpXCR13LNTBMD1jqeneJvSJV7aWDxeP81kKCDDM_Y6ppkCMqbDnAiePQKGhkivvU6bcbRAo5jAYpMcjHdVoe3B7eUpo/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGz7fgRpt0FMBGU2AQSlh9HzlGTZDHB1_NBJSDFyzVYk2Vp5QdpXCR13LNTBMD1jqeneJvSJV7aWDxeP81kKCDDM_Y6ppkCMqbDnAiePQKGhkivvU6bcbRAo5jAYpMcjHdVoe3B7eUpo/s320/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530476603953654914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Estupido desejo que tanto encanta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">como tanta coisa que pouco serve</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">o olhar da estátua que não é santa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e os flocos frios da branca neve.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Como pode o ser humano ser tão breve</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">entre as vidas desse mundo, tantas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a consciência a si somente lhe deve</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">esse saber que a alma tanto encanta.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Esse estupido desejo que se atreve</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sobre a criatura humana se agiganta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ao dominá-la como uma pena leve</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">para satisfazer um prazer que é tão breve.<br /><br />PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></span><br /></span></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-69954901452213359602010-10-05T15:47:00.000-03:002010-10-05T15:48:55.480-03:00Perdoa-me Deus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25wI57k9vQ2tQD40mM9c14m1JMz4_bHshxb0WEp_zaA5hpQsEHi_PqDvZ23Vu8puC7CMACuOlXBdqb6VseWt0BL-5Fz6dyAsdfEuati96hhmh3-ofCEiBDKG4RErvZ1YkR72nqKBJpjM/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25wI57k9vQ2tQD40mM9c14m1JMz4_bHshxb0WEp_zaA5hpQsEHi_PqDvZ23Vu8puC7CMACuOlXBdqb6VseWt0BL-5Fz6dyAsdfEuati96hhmh3-ofCEiBDKG4RErvZ1YkR72nqKBJpjM/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524635778383721090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>Porque me perturba esse desejo</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>que me incita a esse vício,</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>e esse vício que me toma</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>me dominando o tempo todo.</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>Será que sou o que não quero</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>que nunca imaginei ser</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>o que não se deseja a ninguém</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>que seja mesmo sendo.</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>De alma limpa eu quero está</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>diante de toda justiça</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>olhando a verdade pura</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>despido desse meu velho corpo.</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>Perdoa-me Deus por minhas faltas</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>eu sou peralta sem destino</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>como quem vive predestinado</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>andando errado todos os dias.</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>Fecho os olhos para me ver</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>e tenho vergonha de ser o que sou</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>um ser sem controle ao vício</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>um viciado sem ter pudor.</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>Deixa minha vida livre de tudo isso</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>porque o corpo já está condenado</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>a morte é certa porque nasci</b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b>fruto do erro e do pecado.</b></i></span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PEDRO ARUVAI</span></span><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-29690736633689544612010-09-23T21:34:00.001-03:002010-09-23T21:38:33.701-03:00As coisas simples<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9FQDPUWqct42es0z_RrRPbcPq_vGgcoUp4P8lvWR36d2bWdjLYokcvCss1S_iwWFcd44FtLAe465IbPDii6xzrL1_zVeIKdDRoBcu-ksIS-royLDoKol756VDrfby4mAdeuvY9kaobw/s1600/24-05-09_141718.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9FQDPUWqct42es0z_RrRPbcPq_vGgcoUp4P8lvWR36d2bWdjLYokcvCss1S_iwWFcd44FtLAe465IbPDii6xzrL1_zVeIKdDRoBcu-ksIS-royLDoKol756VDrfby4mAdeuvY9kaobw/s320/24-05-09_141718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520272458614095826" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>No meu jardim as plantas crescem.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Enquanto tece a aranha a teia.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>De tão distante os raios descem.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Do sol tão quente quase incendeia.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Enquanto o mundo se entorpece.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>De coisas tristes e coisas feias.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Meus simples olhos se envaidecem.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Por essa aranha tecendo a teia.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Se o mundo ouvisse, se eu pudesse.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Diria ao mundo que tanto odeia.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>As coisas simples também engrandece!</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Pois a consciência que tanto exerce.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>O seu poder e a vida na terra semeia.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>O que os olhos do homem não conhecem.</b></span></span></p><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PEDRO ARUVAI</span></span><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-56942287400936186362010-09-16T22:33:00.001-03:002010-09-16T22:41:25.781-03:00Querida terra<a dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB9B6tST4qJGb6nNjIOJuG6gaXeSq5teita7YsILOH9TLGDNzqYDKtVdYk0As3tjgT29d8ijjkiUcWSZ5v1WATvY8H14SsvBq5A-L1JD2BaWWbg3nlEyKfIMrYQmZxmGSplyFlKyWT7g/s1600/planetaterra.jpg"><img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB9B6tST4qJGb6nNjIOJuG6gaXeSq5teita7YsILOH9TLGDNzqYDKtVdYk0As3tjgT29d8ijjkiUcWSZ5v1WATvY8H14SsvBq5A-L1JD2BaWWbg3nlEyKfIMrYQmZxmGSplyFlKyWT7g/s320/planetaterra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517689756666318738" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></a><br /> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Coberta de sol<br />vestida de mar<br />a terra sufocada;<br />pelo mundo.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>E as suas vidas<br />sendo definhadas<br />folhas poluídas,<br />arvores derrubadas.</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>A vida consciente<br />quase demente<br />essência perdida,</b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>é tanta cegueira<br />é tanta sujeira<br />que a terra agoniza!</b></span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></b></span></span></p>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-67422969477522352872010-09-11T23:44:00.001-03:002010-09-11T23:47:04.940-03:00Brinquedo de roda<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunJaYL0dnZXxBqmHquZKjG2gyT551Wl6DalTlIhn-hw0LJZxOQt_aLJGXn1dnj4Q16SKkWqPaUgPNn97_G76oS4M-IiXdL_parlnk1EPSvkmzbPLN-fvAKR5U8JVKB8KlSuc5sDjv2zs/s1600/57.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunJaYL0dnZXxBqmHquZKjG2gyT551Wl6DalTlIhn-hw0LJZxOQt_aLJGXn1dnj4Q16SKkWqPaUgPNn97_G76oS4M-IiXdL_parlnk1EPSvkmzbPLN-fvAKR5U8JVKB8KlSuc5sDjv2zs/s320/57.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515852870762323474" border="0" /></a><b><br /><br /></b><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Esse brinquedo de roda<br />para criança brincar<br />feito planta sem poda<br />querendo se esparramar.<br /><br />Se algo lhe incomoda<br />deixe a gente cantar<br />siga também essa corda<br />vem conosco sonhar.<br /><br />É dia de nova moda<br />as moças vão desfilar<br />venha tomar uma soda<br />ou um suco de maracujá.<br /><br />Tudo nesse mundo é foda<br />melhor mesmo é relaxar<br />pois tudo que incomoda<br />na roda não quer parar.<br /><br /><br />PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></span></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-42694519527879805952010-09-06T21:23:00.001-03:002010-09-06T21:25:04.654-03:00Contra gosto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBdb4wVf91IvedepmY363Fu3iJHRSbW9TpdcF1LE0FFG3RI4anYif8Wb_2B9FclNvH9f6ogpWODQRTpSKVJK4rjKxGC4wdOyESEeUoIM7HolRLo5_eOQCl9516Z3brX5Tydhqp12TSiSQ/s1600/72.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBdb4wVf91IvedepmY363Fu3iJHRSbW9TpdcF1LE0FFG3RI4anYif8Wb_2B9FclNvH9f6ogpWODQRTpSKVJK4rjKxGC4wdOyESEeUoIM7HolRLo5_eOQCl9516Z3brX5Tydhqp12TSiSQ/s320/72.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513960953362166866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Contra os gostos e os desgostos.<br />Os prováveis e os improváveis.<br />Dentro de cada posto<br />Na solidão dos incontroláveis.<br /><br />Os absurdos de cada rosto<br />Entre os feios e os admiráveis<br />O imponderável dos mostos<br />E cada sorriso dos miseráveis.<br /><br />PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></span></div>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-9254107290056123032010-08-30T19:18:00.001-03:002010-08-30T19:21:31.090-03:00Vem amor, viver esse sonho lindo.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_nlItD5RNo4mn_c9R9ysd4xGJMD4EhfbOjRbyCf8TT1VKBsOOJgzNOU5LfGeoW7frX12qP-Z9gqA6BhDwSfdTR_4kcVAPPw2QTOviNQrmDQH0B1gsRx3Zpv3iyw6H8P-IrZiuhgLocI/s1600/30-07-10_161808.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_nlItD5RNo4mn_c9R9ysd4xGJMD4EhfbOjRbyCf8TT1VKBsOOJgzNOU5LfGeoW7frX12qP-Z9gqA6BhDwSfdTR_4kcVAPPw2QTOviNQrmDQH0B1gsRx3Zpv3iyw6H8P-IrZiuhgLocI/s320/30-07-10_161808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511331171877882626" border="0" /></a> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New, monospace;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quantas palavras que fiz,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">olhando teu rosto lindo,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">e hoje eu sou feliz,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">vendo teus olhos sorrindo.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Se abres a boca e me diz:</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">saudades estou sentindo,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">procuro fazer o que fiz,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">palavras que estou ouvindo.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Saiba amor eu não quis,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">ver de teus olhos caindo,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">a lagrima triste infeliz,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">e teu peito a saudade ruindo.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Volta ao nosso país,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">aqui o viver é mais lindo,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">mesmo que seja no triz,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">dessa pobreza e findo.</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">E findo como um giz,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">escrevendo um verso lindo,</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">e a ultima palavra lhe diz:</span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">vem amor, viver esse sonho lindo.</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span>Pedro Aruvaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705488864648459590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629138057961540568.post-10198939489878590602010-08-19T17:52:00.000-03:002010-08-19T18:07:09.095-03:00Clara Maria, Maria Clara.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJd_Ij9ONrcrhc1Uk5SlltcrqkWAk5tTtjg-2yijaokrd6fDEwiOkCtkJeq_Cl3V347Usu5c-uoIqdcpJf6LURCC69qz-DDMbSpIdF2Lv7am9EXyyISFq5w70unB6TlCQc-Si-y2QesXw/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJd_Ij9ONrcrhc1Uk5SlltcrqkWAk5tTtjg-2yijaokrd6fDEwiOkCtkJeq_Cl3V347Usu5c-uoIqdcpJf6LURCC69qz-DDMbSpIdF2Lv7am9EXyyISFq5w70unB6TlCQc-Si-y2QesXw/s320/35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507229265396627890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clara Maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maria Clara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a cada dia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que se repara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ver-se alegria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">nessas caras</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">linda Maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">delicada Clara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">até confundia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clara com maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maria com Clara.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A mãe dizia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">essa é Maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aquela é Clara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ninguém sabia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maria se parecia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">com a irmã Clara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">até a poesia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">se confundia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">quem era Maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">quem era Clara ?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maria se parecia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">com Clara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ou Clara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que se parecia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">com Maria ?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E a cada dia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">menos se sabia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">quem era Maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> quem era Clara.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Só elas que sabiam</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">quem era maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e quem era Clara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">se elas não diziam</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">tudo se confundia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">as vezes nem elas sabiam</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">até se confundiam</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ou porque queriam.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Para quem queria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">saber quem era Maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sorria e dizia:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">não, eu sou Clara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a outra é Maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">quem desconfia ?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Porque quem ver maria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">está vendo Clara.</span><br /><br />PEDRO ARUVAI<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmQ3hJbYXup0GH8k2szF09YyUJ4Z7rCEA6hK_SORuOFzB3yCfVKkp4MWUa8gV_hPgsIzSUUGIgz9YslSKRrb9ksyTlZZMQLT15oBNpLo4SOif7Qd-2JqmSTfNPMepujSPEamDpw_dB78/s1600/33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; 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