tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762762271097597472024-03-13T09:41:35.829-07:00Contos e Poesias Infantis - Teresa Cristina flordecajuA meus netos:Anatália, Artur e Ana Letícia.Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-16744730513236215792015-05-05T05:48:00.002-07:002015-05-05T05:48:43.240-07:00As flores para mamãe <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Uma pequena joaninha resolveu, numa manhã de maio,
comprar flores para sua mãe.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Quando chegou na floricultura só tinham margaridas. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>– Mas eu queria
rosas! – falou quase chorando a
joaninha. – Eu queria dar uma linda rosa
vermelha para minha mãe!<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>E a joaninha saiu com muitas margaridas nas mãozinhas.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">– Iupi!
Mamãe vai c</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">olocar estas flores na sala e todos vão ver meu presente! – articulou
a joaninha toda feliz. </span></span></b></span></div>
Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-56560528010928872072014-03-06T16:34:00.001-08:002014-03-06T16:35:17.929-08:00A lagarta que viu o sol<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Era uma
lagarta pequena, pequena, que morava na mangueira. Vivia presa ao tronco para ficar perto das
outras. Mas à noite, sempre passeava dentro de uma folha, que fosse linda e
aconchegante e sustentada por um galho bem viçoso. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Realmente do
que ela mais gostava era de uma folha macia, como um tapete novo, para acamar os
pares de patinhas. Seus pelos eram
grandes e brancos que ficavam cuidadosamente em pé, como para esconder um pouco
do verde da pele. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Durante as
noites, sentava-se no meio de uma folha, espichava mais ainda os pelos,
esperando que ficassem como espinhos sedosos, talvez por isso fossem frágeis. E,
após comer um pedaço da folha em que estava (Haveria comida melhor? Não
conhecia.), suspirava e caminhava: patinhas para um lado, patinhas para outro
lado... Era uma graça!<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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a barriguinha, deixava-se ficar dentro de uma folha... O sorriso largo no
rosto, conversando com as outras lagartas. E ficava quieta, ouvindo o nascer do
dia, quando assim caminhava até o tronco da mangueira com seu grupo de amigas. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Então, houve
uma noite que passou veloz e trouxe o dia num piscar de olhos... E a lagarta
ficou um pouquinho mais deitada na folha... <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>_ Esta folha
tão boa! Vou dormir só mais um minutinho...!<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>E ficou mais
tarde... Há como o sol chegou quente!... Alguns galhos sem folhas deixaram
passar os raios... Que vieram como filetes brancos, bulindo em todos os
lugares... Seguiram pelas folhas que estava a lagarta (bem encolhida
comprazendo-se da maciez de uma folha...) e foram aquecendo-a... Que seus pelos
ficaram como fogo...<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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esticou as patas de súbito: quase caiu da folha!<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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pelos ajudaram-na a ficar presa (quem os tocasse veria um líquido muito
viscoso)... E ela levantou os olhos: tons de madeira, de galhos secos... e
assustados... sem compreender...<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>_ Fogo, fogo,
fogo...<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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um corpo mole voltaram para o caminho do tronco. Os olhos corriam de um espaço
a outro, buscando um percurso mais curto. E ela se foi, rebolando, rebolando,
erguendo bem os pelos, sobre o tórax.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Se ela
detestou o sol? Ela corria rápido, pelo medo dos raios do sol. Mas podia-se ver
o brilho reluzente nos pelos sedosos, como se soltassem fogo. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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ao tronco, vagarosamente a lagarta foi se acalmando e deitou-se quieta. </b></span><o:p></o:p></div>
Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-73448970517446372922013-11-23T06:52:00.000-08:002013-11-23T06:52:08.113-08:00O vestido da joaninha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-75948343256299894202011-06-23T15:11:00.000-07:002011-06-23T15:12:23.971-07:00O gato e rato<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1CXgdgyCXc/TgO509UEaFI/AAAAAAAABUU/gt8agne9_lE/s1600/gato2-com_rato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1CXgdgyCXc/TgO509UEaFI/AAAAAAAABUU/gt8agne9_lE/s1600/gato2-com_rato.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Certa vez</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Um jovem rato</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Achou comida num prato</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>E muito comeu!</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Mas o gato</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Que era astuto</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Teve uma ideia:</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Iria jantar</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Um rato bem</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Gordinho!</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>E foi corrida</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>De gato e rato</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Por toda a noite.</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>Até que perdeu a graça</b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">E foram dormir</b>.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-8598402189740676272011-06-11T13:57:00.000-07:002011-06-11T13:57:38.338-07:00A joaninha e a margarida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tAdx4cLCb8Q/TfPWhY8eg9I/AAAAAAAABTc/s445ErW_W_c/s1600/joaninha-8224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tAdx4cLCb8Q/TfPWhY8eg9I/AAAAAAAABTc/s445ErW_W_c/s320/joaninha-8224.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Era uma vez uma joaninha</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>de capa vermelha com bolinhas pretas</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Vivia sozinha num pomar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>E não tinha com quem conversar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>As irmãs casaram</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Os pais voltaram para o interior</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Sábados e domingos</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Ficava quieta dormindo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Então, numa noite sem sono</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Perambulou por um jardim</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-61314386291831329062011-01-16T11:33:00.000-08:002011-01-16T11:35:19.084-08:00A dança da lagartixa<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A lagartixa quando dança</b></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Vira a cabeça para um lado e outro</b></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Oba</b></span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A lagartixa quando dança</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ergue os bracinhos para o alto</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Oba</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A lagartixa quando dança</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Remexe o corpo num rebolado</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Oba</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A lagartixa quando dança</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Junta os pezinhos e dá um salto</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Oba</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A lagartixa quando dança</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Não bate palmas, mas sobe nas paredes</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ó... pa!</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-3866892194770313382011-01-05T15:41:00.000-08:002011-01-05T15:41:30.745-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TSUBSt5s2VI/AAAAAAAABLI/8NukGCBoo2I/s1600/idade-para-ser-feliz1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TSUBSt5s2VI/AAAAAAAABLI/8NukGCBoo2I/s320/idade-para-ser-feliz1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Felicidade </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Num largo abraço do olhar, quase a voar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>nas asas adolescentes do dia, a criança, </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>mistura-se nos tecidos do mar.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>As águas cheias de viagem</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>noticiam palavras do vento,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>quando nos caminhos do céu ,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> passa uma gaivota.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>É como um anúncio de felicidade...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-73507133489961651372010-12-24T14:42:00.000-08:002010-12-28T05:14:04.542-08:00O ipê-rosa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRUhbv5DmlI/AAAAAAAABJM/0zl-bFgWRzQ/s1600/1218665694_ipe_rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TRUhbv5DmlI/AAAAAAAABJM/0zl-bFgWRzQ/s320/1218665694_ipe_rosa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Brincar debaixo de um ipê-rosa é quase impossível! É passear por jardins com vestidos róseos claros, acompanhada de flores onde as pétalas se rindo do frescor do vento correm mansas até o chão. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Os pássaros, numa algazarra festiva, numa viagem de galho em galho... E uma menina de olhinhos negros – arredondados – num largo sorriso, sentada no capim verde rasteiro debaixo do ipê. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Ela toda deslumbrada com o movimento das nuvens, salpicando o branco por cima da árvore. O sol, de olho em tudo, passa devagar... Viajando a pé... Realçando as cores do ipê. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Então, a cachorrinha late que o sol esquentou. A garotinha olha, olha as flores no alto, com brilhos nos olhos, e com a boneca nas mãos _ Ahn! _ Sobe a calçada da casa e fica na varanda: “Quando o sol se esconde, Pretinha?”</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>A cachorra dócil, ronda a criança, balança o rabo, após deita o corpo no chão de ardósia, assenta a cabeça por cima das patas, sem nada dizer e fica bem quieta.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Apenas a menina, com sua boneca, de voz baixa, os olhos no ipê-rosa. E fica ali na varanda, inventando um mundo _ onde flores são fadas e bonecas são princesas... _ E o sol no céu azul caminhando... caminhando...</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-82192142322136242132010-11-14T08:57:00.000-08:002010-11-14T08:57:05.997-08:00Larva de borboleta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TOARTNLD68I/AAAAAAAABHs/LxUEuVMm2hc/s1600/1++1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TOARTNLD68I/AAAAAAAABHs/LxUEuVMm2hc/s320/1++1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A floresta, cheia</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De sons e verde</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que se misturam</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nos elementos </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Confusos </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do olhar alegre</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De uma larva de borboleta</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E como numa escola</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O animal ganha familiaridade:</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Entretons do chão</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sabor de coisas</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Calor da terra</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Perfume de flores</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E o bater do vento nos galhos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Então os pezinhos </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Numa folha de urtiga</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ficam abraçando-se</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No tapete dos pelos </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enquanto a boca sente fome </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Hum, que frescura!)</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Buss-buss- buss</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E come sem enfastiar</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mas como o dia se mudava</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pois o sol estava tinindo</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A larva foi-se</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Arrastando-se por aí</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-85547564706743329082010-10-17T05:50:00.000-07:002010-10-17T05:50:20.809-07:00Onde está o gatinho?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TLrwrgUFL0I/AAAAAAAABG8/_CS9bgxLo78/s1600/IMG0204A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TLrwrgUFL0I/AAAAAAAABG8/_CS9bgxLo78/s1600/IMG0204A.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Então o ouvido da menina</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Percebeu um som</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Como um choro de criança</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ficou de pé no banco</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Para descobri-lo</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Correu os olhos por todos os lados</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Debruçou-se para baixo</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Na ponta dos pezinhos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sustida de curiosidade</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E numa expressão de medo</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Dois olhinhos bem abertos </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Descobriram os dela</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E o corpinho de pelos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Encolheu-se mais ainda</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Debaixo do banco</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Miau-miau, miau-miau</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A menina encheu-se de dó</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E ficou quietinha sentada</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Também com vontade de chorar</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-70941585760480153552010-09-25T11:30:00.000-07:002010-09-25T11:30:07.750-07:00Flores e Crianças<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:HyphenationZone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>PT-BR</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Com ramos de todas as cores.</b></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>E fico como que</b></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Só existissem</b></span></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Crianças e flores.</b></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-18659443449366863402010-09-21T16:16:00.000-07:002010-09-21T16:16:10.637-07:00Pequenas coisas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TJk8gxliZDI/AAAAAAAABGI/af0I6Gg9RQ0/s1600/natura3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">É de manhã</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Uma flor se aventura</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Lilás e cheirosa</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Por entre o verde</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Há em redor uma festa</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">De botões vermelhos</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Que dançam com o orvalho</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ou seria água de um regador?</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Uma voz doce melodiosa </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Vinda de um lugar de perto</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Dentro dela há sóis claros</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Trá - lá - lás</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E um cheiro de outras flores</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Da menina que vem sempre</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Nunca pega um botão ou flor</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Apenas inventa histórias...</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-6530673804908513002010-08-29T05:44:00.000-07:002010-08-29T11:26:32.573-07:00Mar<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/THpVYyFSOtI/AAAAAAAABEo/7_m_KvxNU-8/s1600/DSC05409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/THpVYyFSOtI/AAAAAAAABEo/7_m_KvxNU-8/s320/DSC05409.JPG" /></a></div><div style="color: #45818e;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>O mar tem tardes</b></span></div></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>de vozes de criança</b></span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>e o sol bate-lhe nas águas</b></span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>tais dourados sonhos!</b></span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Não muito longe,</b></span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>deve haver um barquinho</b></span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>com ares de quem vai</b></span></div><div style="color: #45818e; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>ganhar o oceano...</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Crianças da foto: Neno e Gui- netos da Chica</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-25850486599218179332010-08-29T04:39:00.000-07:002010-08-29T04:39:43.161-07:00Identidade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/THpGXp2LAkI/AAAAAAAABEg/h9ZWP-x30Pg/s1600/Caravana+SP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="111" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/THpGXp2LAkI/AAAAAAAABEg/h9ZWP-x30Pg/s400/Caravana+SP.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Foto Google</b></span></div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>Abrindo janelas nas nuvens,</b></div><div> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>uma águia voa alto</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>e o vento rodopia</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>lentamente</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>rindo-se encantado</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>dos rumores das asas.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>E o céu azul </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>torna-se um mundo</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>de imensos mistérios</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>onde não se sabe </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>quem é águia</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>quem é vento...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b>Eu sou borboleta!</b></div><div style="color: #783f04; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-12396733354931710952010-07-25T09:35:00.000-07:002010-07-25T09:35:33.228-07:00Um baú de histórias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TExOmR81pMI/AAAAAAAABB4/rMyPnr4zVzA/s1600/24-07-10_1121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TExOmR81pMI/AAAAAAAABB4/rMyPnr4zVzA/s320/24-07-10_1121.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <b><span style="color: #e06666;">A chama do candeeiiro arde sem forças; as horas do relógio na parede contam os minutos para a casa toda escurecer. e a menina no tic, tac sem vontade de dormir... O quarto triste com ar de solidão...</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: left;"><b> Pediram-lhe que dormisse cedo, de um modo tão carregado de ternura, que lhe abate a alma não obedecer. e senta-se na beirada da rede e coloca as mãozinhas em oração, num gesto de amor...</b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b> Os grilos pararam a cantoria na parede. e num movimento involuntário, os olhos fogem-lhe da razão e vão bulinar num velho baú... ainda balança a cabeça, querendo deixar o corpo no lugar, mas uma coisa estranha a elva a se levantar...</b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b> Era como se um pássaro voasse em seus pés... abrindo asas de boquinha aberta de tanta curiosidade!... Senta-se no chão, à meia-luz da lamparina, e ergue a tampa do velho baú de sua avó... </b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b>e os olhos se enchem de fantasia. uma bailarina numa caixinha de música... tropeçando no tapete do quarto, os pezinhos delicados cheios de espanto de tudo, mas sem medo. e há chapéus... moças numa praça, fugindo do sol, de roupas de pregas, segurando as saias fugindo do vento. Outra caixinha pequena toda estampada de flores... uma espécie de melancolia gruda na menina: De quem era aquele anel pequenino? por que o mar é tão azul numa pedra sem vida? e vê peixinhos esverdeados... ou eram dourados?</b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b> Estende as pernas no chão, com as mãos cheias de botões... agulhas a correr nos furinhos, sobre renda, atravessando sedas, algodões branquinhos, tecendo bordados... os olhinhos de uma boneca de pano, olhando para todos os lados, com expressão de quem sabe tudo... "Tão bonita! Tão desejada!"</b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b> Um lencinho cor-de-rosa! Tinha o nome da avó escrito em letras miudinhas... com um floreado. Não sabe dizer uma história... ergue com mansidão o lenço e o cheira... fechando os olhos. "Era da avó... quando menina!" Só então nota: Crinaças com suas risadas brincando num jardim de céu anil, flores amarelas de sol, um carrinho de pipocas... na porta da igreja com homens e santos.. Uma menina subindo e descendo os degraus da igreja... "Oh! A lua a se esconder...!"</b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b> Levanta-se apressada! Os objetos caem-lhe para qualquer lado. "Não foi nada, não foi nada... ", alguns querendo dizer...</b></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><b> E então, lembra-se da hora de dormir. Guarda tudo no baú encantado. e como o candeeiro está quase se pagando, deita-se na rede com ar de quem tem um baú cheio de histórias...</b></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-39861317037141025052010-06-12T09:49:00.000-07:002010-06-12T09:49:55.618-07:00A borboleta e a flor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO3c9eGeTI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-mkh-ykhGb0/s1600/folha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO3c9eGeTI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-mkh-ykhGb0/s400/folha.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Era um dia qualquer na mata</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Folhas a choramingar</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Molhadas pelo orvalho da noite</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO3w5dGd3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/H7tXKmhzEzk/s1600/gaviao5_resize_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO3w5dGd3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/H7tXKmhzEzk/s320/gaviao5_resize_2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Um gavião velho</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ainda com sono</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">No alto do angico</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Esquece-se dos passarinhos</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO3advB6ZI/AAAAAAAAA88/6zrEC8qS4oc/s1600/IMG2649A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO3advB6ZI/AAAAAAAAA88/6zrEC8qS4oc/s320/IMG2649A.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A estradinha tombando pro riacho</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A embrulhar o vento</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">No capim verde em puro descoramento</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO4XvLVWiI/AAAAAAAAA9U/3cxdzyMEZlA/s1600/raposa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO4XvLVWiI/AAAAAAAAA9U/3cxdzyMEZlA/s320/raposa.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"><b>Uma raposa em passos ligeiros</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>No dia já claro</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Ensaiando risos na barriga</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Do jantar nos campos</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO5kBrhVNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/z0YMKOB65gc/s1600/IMG2604A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO5kBrhVNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/z0YMKOB65gc/s320/IMG2604A.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Nessa harmonia toda</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Chega uma borboleta</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Feito um beija-flor</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Voa e para em pleno ar</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Dá boas-vindas ao vento</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Na manhã tão azul</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Espia com carinho</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Amarela no meio do capim</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Nada de interessante</span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO6kPS3X_I/AAAAAAAAA9s/eNwyG5NmonM/s1600/3123_DSCN2076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/TBO6kPS3X_I/AAAAAAAAA9s/eNwyG5NmonM/s320/3123_DSCN2076.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mas a natureza é feiticeira</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Dentro do verde</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Aparece uma violeta</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Com seu vestido lilás</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Feliz, bem feliz</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A borboleta dança</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Nas saias da flor.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-20291719487183812872010-05-15T16:22:00.000-07:002010-05-15T18:46:44.072-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S-8sTesy2pI/AAAAAAAAA6k/EWrFoc-VhUY/s1600/coelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S-8sTesy2pI/AAAAAAAAA6k/EWrFoc-VhUY/s320/coelho.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto Google</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Coelhinho Branco</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>O mato molhado suja-lhe as patinhas</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>brancas sobre o dia nascente</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>são nuvens de algodão</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>presas no corpinho pequeno</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>bre, bre, bre</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>bebendo da água do capim</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(abana a cabecinha endireitando</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>o pensamento para explicar à mãe)</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>pula cuidadoso para lá e para cá</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>acende o rabinho</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>e o vento afetuoso</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>sobe-lhe pelas empinadas orelhas</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>esquiva-se de uma florzinha</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>de boca sorrindente</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(podia lamber-lhe o pelo</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>e tingi-lo de lilás)</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>subitamente os olhos verde-cinza param</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>no ar murmurante da manhã</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>voa um passarinho</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>feito alma de poeta</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>empurrando um gorgeio</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>no céu cheio de sol</b></span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>assustado o coelhinho</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">volta para casa. </span></b></span></div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-56769554791523938522010-03-20T04:25:00.000-07:002010-03-20T04:25:55.426-07:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S6SwhrBEtHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Kxh0sFyNx7g/s1600-h/lavoura_atacada_por_lagarta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S6SwhrBEtHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Kxh0sFyNx7g/s320/lavoura_atacada_por_lagarta.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Foto Google</span></o:p></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A lagartinha Vivi</span></b></span></o:p></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A lagartinha Vivi</span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sentou numa cadeira de gravetos</span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ficou ali esperando o sol abrandar</span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De repente, ele se escondeu por trás de uma folha</span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Muito depressa Vivi sapateou pelo chão</span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A balançar seu traseiro</span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E se foi aproveitando a sombra</span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não queria perder sua cor verde-limão</span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-84888104633233207192010-03-19T19:19:00.000-07:002010-03-19T19:19:09.496-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S6QwRJEU_PI/AAAAAAAAA04/7gbRzF-RoQM/s1600-h/prea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S6QwRJEU_PI/AAAAAAAAA04/7gbRzF-RoQM/s320/prea.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foto do Google</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Traquinagens de Pepe</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Pepe é um preá pequeno</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Todo dia de manhã</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Ele sai para tomar banho de sol</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Outro dia ele viu o Senhor Cupim</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Guardando uns sacos de pó de madeira</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Para o inverno</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Pepe ficou bem quietinho observando</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Quando o sol entrou pela porta do cupinzeiro</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>E todos foram descansar</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Pepe enfiou o focinho na terra</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Cavou um túnel até o salão de pó</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Entrou de mansinho</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>E rasgou o saco em que o Senhor Cupim guardara</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Com tanto cuidado o alimento</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Foi pó para todo lado!</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Tof, tof, tof! O cupinzeiro acordou com tosse</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Pepe saiu correndo aos risos</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Mas o pai de Pepe não gostou da brincadeira</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Colocou-o sentado num banquinho</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>De castigo pela traquinagem</b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-152845608887541412010-02-20T08:56:00.000-08:002010-02-20T09:00:38.368-08:00A ESTAÇÃO FANTASMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S4AT144YRuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5BmxiRrNCE8/s1600-h/IMG2185A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S4AT144YRuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5BmxiRrNCE8/s320/IMG2185A.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S4AT144YRuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5BmxiRrNCE8/s1600-h/IMG2185A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Era uma vez, uma cidadezinha em que o trem deixara de trafegar. O nome da cidade era Piracuruca e lá a estação ferroviária passou a ser esquecida. Perto dela, havia uma velha casa onde morava uma família: o pai, a mãe e os quatro filhos pequenos; uma menina de longos cabelos negros e três meninos que adoravam caçar tatus com o pai.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Essas crianças eram de uma curiosidade ingênua; por que não tinha televisão nem vídeo game na época. Num fim de tarde, eu que eles estavam sozinhos em casa, seus pais haviam saído para buscar lenha no mato, resolveram brincar na calçada sombreada na frente da casa. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> A menina resolveu ir junto para levar sua boneca a um passeio vespertino. O sol se derramava laranja por detrás do telhado da estação. A menina se chamava Mimi; tinha seis anos e não podia ver algo diferente que ficava a apontar e a pular de alegria. Ao ver o colorido solar ela gritou aos irmãos que queria pegar no sol quando este caísse na calçada larga da estação. </span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Era uma criança estranha; sempre via pássaros conversando, flores sorrindo, abelhas cantando e até as formigas, segundo ela, estavam discutindo um dia quem era a mais forte para transportar uma folha que caíra num vento agitado da amendoeira no quintal da casa. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Os irmãos sempre sorriam nessas ocasiões; porém, naquele dia a menina dos cabelos negros não se conteve de ansiedade para tocar o sol e começou a correr em direção à abandonada estação. Aos meninos, só restou correr atrás. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> De repente, Mimi estacou. Seus pés começaram a tremer, seguidos do restante do corpo. Os irmãos olharam e vieram-lhe em socorro. Neste momento, ouviram os sons agitados por trás da porta antiga e gasta da estação. Alguma coisa a arranhava com unhas finas e grandes. Podia-se sentir a madeira sendo raspada: Croc... croc... croc.. em ritmos crescentes...</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Quando João, o menino mais velho, conseguiu sair do torpor inicial começou a empurrar a velha porta na direção de fora para dentro. Os irmãos que também costumavam ir caçar tatus no mato e não tinham medo de assombração o ajudaram. Apenas a menina se agarrava a sua boneca com um olho tão apertadinho de medo que todos lhe olharam compreensivos. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Ufa!... A porta se abriu! Passou apresado por eles um cachorrinho de rabo ligeiro e foi se esconder numas tábuas perto da menina. Os olhinhos do animal tinham um ar assustado; mas havia algo mais: um sorriso de alívio. Agora estava livre! E desandou a correm em volta dos meninos. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Então, as crianças levaram-no para casa e deram-lhe água e um nome: Tatu. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> E todos foram brincar felizes enquanto os pais chegavam para contar do novo amiguinho. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-52115593697907788922010-01-16T08:56:00.000-08:002010-01-16T08:57:24.672-08:00Pensamentos de criança<span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Quando a criança balança a mão</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Os olhinhos riscam torres no ar</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Tão brandos... Silentes... Feitos anão...</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Sem mágoa no olhar... Só o anseio de amar...</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: auto;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">E fica ali... Alargando a vida</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Com as mãozinhas ternas tal poeta</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Em movimentos de tranças... Perdida</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">No espaço! Arremessando uma peteca</span></b></span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Para a lua! Um sorriso com covinhas</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Vendo o invisível brinquedo voar (...)</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Sentido toda a ternura de amar!</span></b></span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Como se a vida em brincadeirinhas</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Pudesse ser um suave momento (-)</span></b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Uma doce esquivada do tempo!</span></b></span><br />
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</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-49443159021348019302010-01-12T02:44:00.000-08:002010-01-12T02:54:00.364-08:00Brincadeira de criança e poesia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S0xSQwIeYRI/AAAAAAAAArw/q5RXzYRJ5sQ/s1600-h/unique-petunia-basket-big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/S0xSQwIeYRI/AAAAAAAAArw/q5RXzYRJ5sQ/s320/unique-petunia-basket-big.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: auto;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px;">Em horas da brincadeira</span><br />
</div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>A criança descobre os tons da fantasia (:)</b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Esconde- esconde num jardim de flores...</b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Vermelhas brancas azuis</b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Em pétalas sorrindo (pura emoção!)</b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Deixa-se ser buquê numa inocente imaginação</b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>E os olhos curumins borboleteiam </b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Nos braços do farol (mágico) do sol </b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>É um baile de alegria! </b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Onde mora o sonho? Há uma festa no ar? </b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Confetes e serpentinas enfeitiçam </b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>O coração de quem se prende </b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Nos versos escritos na poesia... </b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>... De uma brincadeira infantil.</b></span></span><br />
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</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-76758525332045487582009-12-04T16:32:00.000-08:002009-12-05T08:45:55.704-08:00Poema do sonho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/SxmqCLPMFPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/V2V1ID-Dkt0/s1600-h/IMG2314A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/SxmqCLPMFPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/V2V1ID-Dkt0/s320/IMG2314A.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Olhinhos fechados</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Papai do Céu velando</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>A criança dorme</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>E ri e brinca no sonho </b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Quer ser uma fadinha</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Para florir o jardim</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Correr ao vento</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Dentro dos girassóis</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Flip, flip, flop</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Com sua varinha</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Fazer um arco-íris</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Pois tem medo de chuva</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>E se chegar a noite</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Convidar uma estrela</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Para enfeitar o teto do quarto</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Porque criança não pode</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Dormir no escuro...</b></span><br />
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</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-43408564113162242432009-12-03T08:04:00.000-08:002009-12-04T17:38:24.519-08:00O banho da perereca<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/SxfhU2nnr7I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Ctym9i_uij4/s1600-h/perereca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/SxfhU2nnr7I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Ctym9i_uij4/s320/perereca.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Na boca dum pote de barro</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Uma perereca estira pernas e coxas dianteiras</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Ploc, ploc, ploc... Espirra água nas paredes do pote</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>“Vou lavar a barriguinha!”</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Arrasta o som no silêncio da cozinha</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Agita os bracinhos</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Ploc, ploc, ploc... As bolhas subindo </b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Com as batidas das mãozinhas na superfície da água</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Resolve brincar de explorador</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>“Uaauuu! Que águas escuras!”</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>E mergulha agitando a cabeça</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Sleep, sleep... Ouvem-se as nadadeiras</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Em movimentos circulares conhecendo o território</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Roque... roque... roque</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Vibra a perereca</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Dentro do pote</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Em puro mistério serelepe</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Boia um pouquinho</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Então salta faceira na boca do pote</b></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>E veste o roupão!</b></span><br />
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</div>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676276227109759747.post-62835131102260145492009-11-30T17:09:00.000-08:002009-12-01T10:04:37.560-08:00Nina- nana<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/SxRr-StQvmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/J5kMoFrTKiQ/s1600/IMG2259A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGHZWgEyDnQ/SxRr-StQvmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/J5kMoFrTKiQ/s320/IMG2259A.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A luz, as cores</span></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Os sons desconhecidos a assustam!</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E a criança em seu mundo novo</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Movendo os bracinhos</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Numa voz trêmula a chorar:</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Uaaaah! Uaaaah!</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">... Acabara de nascer!...</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Seus dedos numa doçura boa</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Vindo de encontro à boca...</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">... Como são bonitas suas feições!</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Vestido de róseo</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O pequeno corpinho no berço</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Despertando sentimentos no pai</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Ninnanãna... ninanãaaam...”</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O coração a modular!</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E outro choro...</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Uaaaah! Uaaaah!</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Achega-se a avó</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Com palavras ternas e cheiro de flores</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mas parece toda atrapalhada...</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">... Perdera o jeito de ninar!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">Ah, linda netinha!</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Vieste num sonho cor de rosa</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Colorir os nossos dias</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Deixa eu te embalar numa alegre canção</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Minha bonequinha!</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sonha com anjos em nuvens azuis</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Aqui tua avozinha está a ti embalar...</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ninnanãaaam...</span></span><br />
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