tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48651215283624277872024-03-14T03:52:22.098-07:00compulsioneatos compulsivos e obsessivos, muitas vezes desadaptados e que comprometem a atividade social, realizados por um indivíduo. no caso, eu.Mariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-43312256754021393822020-03-16T22:30:00.001-07:002020-03-16T22:30:53.189-07:00o encontroprocuro a mim mesma em cacos<br />
de vidro<br />
de gente<br />
de sons<br />
entre buzinas e gritos<br />
e rufo de tambores<br />
saxofones e tamborins<br />
mas é no silêncio que me acho<br />
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procuro a mim mesma<br />
entre a alegria pulsante<br />
e o medo<br />
ofegante e epidêmica<br />
abro os olhos num frenesi insano<br />
e enquanto tudo gira rápido<br />
e pisca e salta<br />
e eis que me vejo<br />
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eu paro em câmera lenta<br />
mãos<br />
braços<br />
e tudo perfeitamente fora de sintonia<br />
quem será que está no ritmo errado?<br />
ou será que não me contaram...<br />
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que é assim que se dança sozinho?<br />
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revirou meu mundo</div>
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a minha alma</div>
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a minha vida</div>
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eis que você chorou</div>
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me tirou o sono</div>
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desatou meus nós</div>
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e me fez completa</div>
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eis que você me completou </div>
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em um encaixe sereno </div>
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num sono velado</div>
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com um beijo babado</div>
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eis que você</div>
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por existir, meu menino</div>
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deu outro significado</div>
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pra mim.<br />
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Mariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-57446161905256735932013-04-02T13:19:00.003-07:002013-04-02T13:20:29.221-07:00um prato, duas colheresdoce delícia marrom escura<br />
soboreie dura, e mole também.<br />
me abraça nos devaneios<br />
com gosto de parquinho e festa<br />
a boca suja e a língua egoísta<br />
a insaciável vontade <br />
que não me deixa cair<br />
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me enche de amor (e calorias!)<br />
me mata de alegria <br />
me completa, me ama, me liberta!<br />
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ah, minha doçura discreta...<br />
repleta de memórias<br />
que saudade que eu senti! <br />
pegue um prato, senta aí!<br />
volte, sempre! deixe a porta aberta<br />
para nunca esquecer<br />
que seu lugar é aqui.<br />
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cada um sabe<br />
onde lhe aperta o calo<br />
o que faz bem<br />
e o que machuca <br />
e assim<br />
veste o sapato que gosta<br />
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cada um sabe<br />
o que lhe move os pés<br />
para frente ou para trás<br />
o que lhe desafia<br />
e o que o interrompe<br />
cada um sabe<br />
o tamanho certo do pulo<br />
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meus motivos <br />
meus sentidos<br />
despidos de pudor<br />
revelam minha alma<br />
um caminho<br />
um salto<br />
um passo<br />
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uma vidaMariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-42289763667956157672011-10-15T12:17:00.000-07:002011-10-15T12:18:22.675-07:00suavidade<div>
amor calmo</div>
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brisa salgada, janela adentro</div>
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amor suave</div>
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a língua de tesão, toque de tormento</div>
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amor pacificado</div>
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sem pressa, sem linha de chegada</div>
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amor inocente</div>
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incessante, incansável, inebriada</div>
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amor permitido</div>
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de sim e não, aqui e acolá</div>
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amor sincero</div>
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amor... amor...</div>
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seja bemvindo, novo amor.</div>
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<br /></div>Mariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com1Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil-22.9035393 -43.2095869-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-44447239485932710882011-07-06T19:39:00.000-07:002011-07-07T04:11:26.353-07:00você me fezapenas você.<br />
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quando eu existi,<br />
apenas você me quis<br />
apenas você me embalou<br />
e você sozinha, me fez.<br />
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quando eu caí<br />
você me afagou<br />
e quando eu errei<br />
você me escondeu do mundo<br />
e me protegeu<br />
você chorou minhas lágrimas<br />
e ficou ao meu lado.<br />
<br />
quando eu vivi<br />
você me aconselhou,<br />
mesmo quando eu não quis<br />
e você ouviu o meu sussurro<br />
e o meu grito<br />
e quando eu saí...<br />
você sempre esteve.<br />
<br />
quando eu cresci<br />
você me deu a mão<br />
me olhou com ternura<br />
e tratou com candura<br />
a pessoa que você criou.<br />
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o mundo inteiro<br />
o amor primeiro<br />
o chamego agueiro<br />
e você<br />
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<div>me fez... filha.</div><div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">a magia se desfez</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">eu te encontrei outra vez</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">e nada senti</span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">e o que restou</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">então </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">voei</span>Mariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-10768857941632609192011-05-04T20:15:00.000-07:002011-05-04T20:16:04.455-07:00acessoa felicidade chegou<br />
entrou<br />
e fechou a porta.<br />
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simples assim.<br />
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mais um ano<br />
(quase) concluído<br />
de vitórias e derrotas<br />
entre pedras, tropeços<br />
lamentações<br />
vivi emoções puras<br />
de todas as cores e sabores<br />
e amei todas<br />
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(quase) um ano de crescer<br />
de arrancar, sofrer, chorar<br />
menos um apêndice, menos um pedaço<br />
mais susto<br />
menos bagaço<br />
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um ano (quase) completo<br />
de puro afeto<br />
de juras, alegrias e amarguras<br />
de promessa cumprida<br />
de amor surpresa<br />
plena beleza<br />
em Gramado<br />
ou no pátio, na casa da mãe<br />
com saliência, com demência<br />
acima de tudo<br />
com verdade.<br />
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um ano, (quase)<br />
sozinha e junto<br />
foi tanta coisa<br />
que até me confundo<br />
independência, estranhos amigos<br />
férias românticas<br />
ou solitárias...<br />
qual a diferença?<br />
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em um ano, enfim (quase),<br />
de mimMariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-24772598907995321272011-02-15T15:53:00.001-08:002011-02-15T15:53:23.956-08:00a felicidadea felicidade<br />
de se achar<br />
de se perder<br />
de se trilhar<br />
de se olhar<br />
de se amar<br />
de sonhar<br />
de deixar de procurar<br />
de conhecer<br />
de estabelecer<br />
de convencer<br />
de sofrer<br />
de deixar viver<br />
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essa é a minha felicidade<br />
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é gostar de sofrer<br />
é um sim, é não<br />
é fugir de viver<br />
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é amarelo claro<br />
é sorriso escondido<br />
é parada do lado<br />
é polícia e bandido<br />
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é pêndulo confuso<br />
é escorrega na praça<br />
é côncavo difuso<br />
é pura e sem graça<br />
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é o que eu sempre quis ser<br />
é o que eu sempre escondi de você<br />
é desculpa pra todo perdão<br />
é melodiosamente deitar no chão<br />
pra nunca esquecer<br />
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toda sua dor amenizar<br />
e rasgar junto a ti... meu peito<br />
pra que nada sintas e nada temas<br />
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prometo te fazer sereno...<br />
com meu gracejo inoportuno<br />
com minhas rimas, minhas preces...<br />
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a cada sorriso, te dedicarei dois.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">prometo roubar teus pesadelos...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">guardar todos embaixo da cama</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">numa caixa lacrada </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">e lá deixar.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">prometo ser teu apoio...</div>e te manter firme a cada tremor<br />
te darei o braço e ofertarei o peito<br />
na esperança de que aceites<br />
mesmo quando não fazes<br />
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pois prometo viver em ti...<br />
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meu corpo pela rua deserta...<br />
sua benção.<br />
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suas lágrimas me lavaram<br />
e me deixaram mais sã... e viva<br />
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ontem...<br />
suas lágrimas me lavaram<br />
esfregaram com sabão neutro minhas incoerências<br />
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me vi completamente encharcada<br />
nos seus olhos marejados<br />
chorando a minha tristeza<br />
e foi assim que...<br />
ontem...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">todos os dias anseio por calma na minha vida, para poder curtir com você as alegrias. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">todos os dias mando mensagens fofas para o seu celular e seu email. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">todos os dias coloco na minha cabeça que tu não é perfeito, apesar de parecer. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">todos os dias percebo que é com você que eu partilho tudo na minha vida. e que quero que seja assim sempre. todos os dias eu vejo as dificuldades como desafios. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">todos os dias tento subir a escada um passo de cada vez. </span><br />
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forever?<br />
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nem tão perto que possa tocá-lo<br />
nem tão doce que deixe enjoada<br />
nem tão longe que não possa enxergá-lo<br />
nem tão complexo que me deixe cansada<br />
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nem tão profundo que me marque a pele<br />
nem tão cruel que me desalme<br />
nem tão afiado que me flagele<br />
nem tão bom que me acalme<br />
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procuro o equilíbrio que me mostre o caminho<br />
sem mágoas, sem raiva, sem pudor<br />
anseio pelo antes, pelo sorriso, pelo carinho<br />
sem lágrimas, sem dúvidas, sem dor<br />
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busco sem você um fim<br />
pra toda tristeza que há em mimMariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-89442749967527591522010-11-04T16:52:00.000-07:002010-11-04T17:13:12.009-07:00inspiração“I'll Be There For You” by Louise Cuddon<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When your mind's in a mess and your head's in a spin</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When your plane's been delayed, and you've missed the last train.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When life is just threatening to drive you insane</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When your thrilling whodunit has lost its last page</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When somebody tells you, you're looking your age</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When your coffee's too cool, and your wine is too warm</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When the forecast said, “Fine,” but you're out in a storm</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When your quick break hotel, turns into a slum</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And your holiday photos show only your thumb</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When you park for five minutes in a resident's bay </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And return to discover you've been towed away</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When the jeans that you bought in hope or in haste</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Just stick on your hips and don't reach round your waist</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When the food you most like brings you out in red rashes</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When as soon as you boot up the bloody thing crashes</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So my darling, my sweetheart, my dear...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When you break a rule, when you act the fool</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When you've got the flu, when you're in a stew</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When you're last in the queue, don't feel blue</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">'cause I'm telling you, I'll be there.</div><div><br />
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[texto lindo, tirado do <a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/">a cup of Jo</a>]Mariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-32871044534316366142010-10-07T04:05:00.000-07:002011-01-13T18:37:48.598-08:00de Gabriel Garcia Marquez..."I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."<br />
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(and yes. this is how i love him)Mariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-19727616209973223242010-09-25T21:27:00.000-07:002010-09-25T21:29:02.887-07:00o amanhãcrescer é uma caminhada<br />
uma escalada em cuja pedra<br />
não se vê o cume<br />
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olhar pra dentro e não pra frente<br />
e aprender a domar<br />
aprender a gostar<br />
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viver é saber seus traumas<br />
e não deixá-los serem maiores que ti<br />
é tremer de medo<br />
e fincar o pé<br />
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cada passo chego mais perto.<br />
amanhã.<br />
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com calma é mais difícil...<br />
<br />
é doída a saudade<br />
abraçar de verdade<br />
amar à distância<br />
é abstrair a ansiedade<br />
ou senti-la.<br />
<br />
amar com alma<br />
é improvisar o junto<br />
riscar calendário<br />
contando os dias de trás pra frente<br />
pra chegar mais rápido<br />
<br />
paixão sossegada<br />
te faz sorrir com dente<br />
olhar contente<br />
a cada 'meu anjo' e 'meu amor'<br />
te faz escancarar o peito<br />
despudoradamente sem roupa<br />
e deitar na cama...<br />
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sozinha<br />
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na certeza<br />
de que todos os encantos<br />
e os todos os caminhos<br />
me levam à vocêMariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-41807437971476584972010-09-18T20:21:00.000-07:002020-03-16T22:50:54.357-07:00namoradoavião<br />
atraso<br />
meu caso<br />
acaso<br />
você<br />
paixão<br />
tesão<br />
alemão<br />
cama<br />
vergonha<br />
fronha<br />
maconha<br />
preciso<br />
aviso<br />
beijo<br />
queijo<br />
desejo<br />
abraço<br />
palhaço<br />
amasso<br />
dormindo<br />
sorrindo<br />
meu lindo<br />
galego<br />
amado<br />
renovado<br />
dedicado<br />
autorizado<br />
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meu gigante<br />
namorado<br />
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<br />Mariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-24801923800334992472010-09-17T19:24:00.000-07:002010-09-17T19:24:43.756-07:00who knows...skys might open.<br />
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que não cabe direito dentro da gente<br />
o sorriso foge do rosto<br />
e segue com o olhar pra longe<br />
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as vezes a gente se sente completo</div>
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mesmo que fisicamente sozinho</div>
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porque no fundo, dentro da gente</div>
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sabemos que o nosso ninho tá lá</div>
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à espera da moça morena, pequena</div>
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que tudo quer dar e tudo quer receber...</div>
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as vezes o amor domina<br />
e a gente irradia luzes pisca pisca<br />
a vontade que dá é de escrever na parede<br />
cantar pela rua<br />
e viver nesse <i>beat</i> acelerado<br />
frenético de êxtase natural<br />
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Que a frequência seja constante enquanto dure.<br />
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<br />Mariana Mourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008977996382799125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865121528362427787.post-27119846949097193912010-08-22T10:04:00.001-07:002010-09-12T12:57:34.094-07:00fuifiz minha escolha<br />
sabia que seria punk<br />
que ia doer<br />
mas fui mesmo assim.<br />
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andei pro abismo<br />
chorei de saudade<br />
senti sua falta em cada lugar<br />
e me deixei apaixonar. <br />
<br />
fechei meus olhos e fui.<br />
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