tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249106582011-10-07T19:24:37.393+01:00Letras semeadas, palavras sentidas e frases murmuriadas... (neste universo de letras este é apenas mais um cantinho onde vai acontecendo um "ajuntamento" de palavras...)Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.comBlogger1291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-80486148979237816112010-03-19T16:41:00.003Z2010-03-19T17:01:19.442Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/S6OsWYrGwTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1N8x39uBfPY/s1600-h/P100310_15.320002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450389474628780338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/S6OsWYrGwTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1N8x39uBfPY/s400/P100310_15.320002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Um final de tarde<br />Um passeio à beira mar</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O teu olhar em mim, o meu em ti</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Adoro quando sorris</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Adoro quando caminhas </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Adoro quando procuras a minha mão</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Adoro a forma terna do teu abraço</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Adoro o doce cheiro da tua pele</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Adoro a tua forma simples de ser</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A forma simples de estar </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A forma simples de amar</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">...do teu amar</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">...adoro!</span></div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su<br /></span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-8048614897923781611?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-55660576422664960202010-02-05T16:25:00.002Z2010-02-05T16:28:49.807Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/S2xGlG9aB-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/F5ppoZpTn-o/s1600-h/475717.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434796453666621410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/S2xGlG9aB-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/F5ppoZpTn-o/s400/475717.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">" O fio pode soltar-se ou emaranhar-se...Mas nunca se quebra."</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5566057642266496020?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-71622732556017259542010-01-20T16:31:00.000Z2010-01-20T16:33:05.942Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">" ETERNO, é tudo aquilo que dura uma fracção de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade que se petrifica, e nenhuma força jamais o resgata..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7162273255601725954?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-37566761446579511042010-01-08T16:57:00.002Z2010-01-15T19:10:20.842Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/S0dkGTE1SoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ls7pG3Hxcn8/s1600-h/3353710.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424414335553587842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/S0dkGTE1SoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ls7pG3Hxcn8/s400/3353710.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> <strong>Sentindo e amando</strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">...</span></strong><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3756676144657951104?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-22614338670925164872009-11-17T17:52:00.004Z2009-11-17T18:11:57.461Z<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"Quando acordei o chão não estava lá..."</strong></span><br /><br />Na minha infinita pequenez<br /><br />Cada vez mais pequena me sinto...<br /><br />...Por não estar contigo. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2261433867092516487?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-24566553927477044152009-10-29T18:40:00.002Z2009-10-29T18:44:06.329Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sunhxr97kZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fo8vOmXC_9k/s1600-h/3028938.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398093872112570770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sunhxr97kZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fo8vOmXC_9k/s400/3028938.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Foto de Luís Mendonça em olhares.com)</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"Pior do que estar perdido é encontrar o caminho errado..."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2456655392747704415?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-23270470309761576052009-10-08T16:53:00.002+01:002009-10-08T17:04:42.847+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Ss4NXTxMesI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3tDGA5Zxj4k/s1600-h/28-01-07_1700.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390260498103827138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Ss4NXTxMesI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3tDGA5Zxj4k/s400/28-01-07_1700.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"...não podes encontrar a paz evitando a vida."</span></strong></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2327047030976157605?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-33884424293326151772009-08-21T17:45:00.000+01:002009-08-21T17:48:33.533+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/So7PbfruLUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_M6SocNqjbc/s1600-h/2996558.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372459476767878466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/So7PbfruLUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_M6SocNqjbc/s320/2996558.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Sinto o cheiro da luz do sol na tua pele...<br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3388442429332615177?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-10239369273513060372009-07-05T15:01:00.005+01:002009-07-05T15:35:03.382+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SlC5RqXARbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HWDkwGDToxY/s1600-h/P050709_15.130002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354983670023210418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SlC5RqXARbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HWDkwGDToxY/s320/P050709_15.130002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ainda procuro por quem não esqueci</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Por sinais perdidos espero em vão</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Por quem já não volta</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Por quem já perdi</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Procuro à noite por quem não esqueci</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Espero à noite um sinal de ti</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Por quem eu não esqueci...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(retirado da música "Por quem não esqueci", versão de Tim) </span></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-1023936927351306037?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-31913502499501407462009-06-23T21:09:00.000+01:002009-06-23T21:10:07.647+01:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Vem ter comigo!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3191350249950140746?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-57754832371219016672009-05-17T18:00:00.001+01:002009-05-17T18:02:25.348+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/ShBC3DW5k5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/8y7hHhrQpLk/s1600-h/551208.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336839071995630482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/ShBC3DW5k5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/8y7hHhrQpLk/s320/551208.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Deixo a porta entreaberta para não teres que bater...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5775483237121901667?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-38086768352630352182009-05-04T16:35:00.000+01:002009-05-04T16:37:25.019+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sf8Li8t-8TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xC6agyWjHoU/s1600-h/2582964.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993178872410418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sf8Li8t-8TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xC6agyWjHoU/s400/2582964.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">QUERO-TE!!!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3808676835263035218?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-10252798598889229032009-04-27T11:27:00.000+01:002009-04-27T11:29:02.993+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SfWIug3YehI/AAAAAAAAAOg/41c0_kt9BNY/s1600-h/2326901.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329316066740435474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SfWIug3YehI/AAAAAAAAAOg/41c0_kt9BNY/s320/2326901.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong> Um novo Amor ou um velho Amor?<br /></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-1025279859888922903?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-57956337927132712972009-04-27T11:02:00.002+01:002009-04-27T11:09:18.705+01:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">Procuro-te...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Entendo a distância...o medo, talvez!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Volto a sentir a impotência das minhas palavras</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os gestos que não surtem efeito</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Entendo assim o teu medo...A tua dúvida</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sempre entendi...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Compreeender era difícil</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Continua a ser...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Procurar o teu abraço</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">A tua permanência apenas </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nem sei porque o faço</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Solidão? Saudades?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não sei...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5795633792713271297?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-44247664495358600462009-04-20T11:44:00.003+01:002009-04-20T12:00:49.582+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SexUSiD-poI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wrRTKZH4BrA/s1600-h/1015694.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326725136630326914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SexUSiD-poI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wrRTKZH4BrA/s400/1015694.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> A sombra acompanha o meu vazio de ser...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...de sentir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...de querer </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os dias são contornos lineares...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...sem significado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...sem cor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...sem formas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Deambular é o sentido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...sem sentido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...sem caminho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...na direcção oposta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sem saber</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sem sentir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não escuto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nem respondo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A minha sombra caminha por mim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sou um corpo inerte e inócuo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somente uma forma baça</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somente um sere moribundo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su<br /></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SexSGKnlMzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GO772cWEjo0/s1600-h/1015694.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4424766449535860046?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-64767613873117934772009-04-16T19:12:00.000+01:002009-04-16T19:14:23.290+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sed1R8IKIuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9DcNgNnlACs/s1600-h/2493976.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325354035447472866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sed1R8IKIuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9DcNgNnlACs/s400/2493976.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Em decomposição...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6476761387311793477?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-31741960674031409432009-04-10T15:57:00.002+01:002009-04-10T16:07:18.190+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sd9gim8dKsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qAUzCCZ7sdI/s1600-h/2661255.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323079432261151426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sd9gim8dKsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qAUzCCZ7sdI/s320/2661255.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hoje acordei com aquele vazio </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O vazio em que tornaste os meus dias</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">As minhas noites de insónia</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">As minhas palavras mortas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os meus gestos insignificantes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mais um dia...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mais uma noite...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sem ti...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3174196067403140943?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-65538364655476939662009-03-29T21:19:00.001+01:002009-03-29T21:21:37.687+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sc_YM5CZooI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lzNk9OIJGxs/s1600-h/2637121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318707400928764546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sc_YM5CZooI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lzNk9OIJGxs/s400/2637121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">É a vida a acontecer...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6553836465547693966?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-32658082532259928642009-03-05T10:52:00.004Z2009-03-05T11:04:06.118Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sa-xYtJXglI/AAAAAAAAANw/zymt_qmr4ZI/s1600-h/2547216.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309657523686965842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/Sa-xYtJXglI/AAAAAAAAANw/zymt_qmr4ZI/s400/2547216.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero e não quero...<br />Preciso e não preciso...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Fujo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Escondo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Oculto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Fecho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Isolo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O que sou</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O que sinto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O que quero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O sonho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A perfeição </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A utopia...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3265808253225992864?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-55982359446019481952009-02-09T12:13:00.005Z2009-02-12T19:15:43.194Z<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Gostava de não chorar tanto...<br /><br />Su</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5598235944601948195?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-68500995640452733862009-02-01T12:27:00.003Z2009-02-01T12:30:57.571Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SYWVvUKJK1I/AAAAAAAAANI/B3FJv_fbuPg/s1600-h/531378.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297805176768899922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SYWVvUKJK1I/AAAAAAAAANI/B3FJv_fbuPg/s400/531378.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Sentada à beira de um caminho...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6850099564045273386?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-37896722448053274922009-01-28T15:16:00.001Z2009-01-28T16:08:25.383Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SYB3Mn4d-MI/AAAAAAAAANA/0q8n4VOVZFs/s1600-h/697782.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296364220535666882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SYB3Mn4d-MI/AAAAAAAAANA/0q8n4VOVZFs/s400/697782.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">É possível o Amor eterno e incondicional?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">(Sinto-o!)</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3789672244805327492?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-65769839052816645902009-01-11T17:16:00.002Z2009-01-11T17:29:21.863Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SWosU0B-s1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ST89jOpkzuE/s1600-h/1140363.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290089448376021842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SWosU0B-s1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ST89jOpkzuE/s400/1140363.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Sei de cor cada lugar teu<br />Atado em mim, a cada lugar meu<br />Tento entender o rumo que a vida nos faz tomar<br />Tento esquecer a mágoa<br />E guardar só o que é bom de guardar..." </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6576983905281664590?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-23283975570092953902009-01-08T11:20:00.002Z2009-01-08T11:31:02.527Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SWXjvpCGA3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LrubAo5LZNI/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288883745024508786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SWXjvpCGA3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LrubAo5LZNI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nada é</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A nada sabe</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Arrasta-se o tempo que não é nada</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nada sinto</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nada sei</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somente o tempo passa</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não sendo nada...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2328397557009295390?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-46923103397414435202009-01-02T11:30:00.004Z2009-01-02T13:24:03.774Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SV4VXOFlHAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MmVGuXH06-0/s1600-h/565792.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286686501242215426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SV4VXOFlHAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MmVGuXH06-0/s400/565792.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">A ausência permanece...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">O silêncio perpetua-se...<br /><br />Su </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4692310339741443520?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-33383363255689120862008-12-17T11:49:00.004Z2008-12-17T19:42:01.834Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SUjp88InvRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yyZpu15oGa4/s1600-h/cid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280727796235615506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SUjp88InvRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yyZpu15oGa4/s400/cid.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Percorro esta cidade alucinada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Escondo a face do medo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Procuro o refúgio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto o cheiro a qualquer coisa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Estranho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Repudio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Fujo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Percorro as entranhas de mim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Dúvido, questiono</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Pergunto a ti</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Escondes-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não quero sentir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Páro no caminho sinuoso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Choro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Grito</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não quero seguir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Prossigo na dormência que me fazes sentir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Foges...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3338336325568912086?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-29547549879791434952008-12-15T11:11:00.001Z2008-12-15T11:13:51.487Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SUY7sDrM_nI/AAAAAAAAAME/kbK7fqRV6UQ/s1600-h/430899.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279973241225281138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SUY7sDrM_nI/AAAAAAAAAME/kbK7fqRV6UQ/s400/430899.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Acutilante amanhecer...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2954754987979143495?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-42280179592286677002008-12-11T20:29:00.003Z2008-12-11T20:44:00.281Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SUF7fdsiEMI/AAAAAAAAALc/EtVnrgslkhg/s1600-h/2402452.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SUF7fdsiEMI/AAAAAAAAALc/EtVnrgslkhg/s400/2402452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278636018732503234" /></a><br /><br />" And i'd give up forever to touch you<br />'cause i know that you feel me somehow<br />You're to closest to heaven that i'll ever be<br />And i don't want to go home right now... "<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4228017959228667700?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-41851320702520128542008-12-06T15:18:00.004Z2008-12-09T10:48:03.066Z<div align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/STqY5JQN3iI/AAAAAAAAALM/IOAoA8OAUcM/s1600-h/438249.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276698020921859618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/STqY5JQN3iI/AAAAAAAAALM/IOAoA8OAUcM/s320/438249.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não sei porquê</span> <div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Estou aqui fechada</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A minha mente não pára</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O pensamento é infinito</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tão infinito que a única resolução...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">É de uma escuridão absoluta</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Demasiado escuro</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Triste</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não sei o que fazer</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tira-me esta venda dos olhos</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Que por muito visível que seja</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não me deixa ver...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O que eu quero ver...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ao viver...</span></div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4185132070252012854?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-80997992106437129942008-12-03T14:12:00.003Z2008-12-03T14:17:02.548Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/STaUU3RjxPI/AAAAAAAAALE/3fO7DGL2d8A/s1600-h/636488.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275567099667006706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/STaUU3RjxPI/AAAAAAAAALE/3fO7DGL2d8A/s400/636488.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Que puedes hacer si la persona que te hace llorar tanto es la única capaz de consolarte?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-8099799210643712994?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-11148896908585683182008-11-29T22:37:00.004Z2008-11-29T22:51:11.174Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/STHGRDvuq7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TdmNb1TVPj0/s1600-h/1951389.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274214634993134514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/STHGRDvuq7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TdmNb1TVPj0/s320/1951389.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tenho medo!</span></strong></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Abraça-me com força...<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Tenho medo!<br /></strong>Sente...<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Tenho medo!<br /></strong>Não deixes que morra<br /><strong>Tenho medo!</strong><br />Da tua ausência...<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Tenho medo!<br /></strong>Do meu choro...<br />Do meu desespero...<br />Da minha solidão.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Su</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-1114889690858568318?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-23721622930531895642008-11-24T10:56:00.004Z2008-11-24T11:17:32.552Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SSqMezvroMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/A1LGGZmbTwY/s1600-h/dor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272180774704750786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SSqMezvroMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/A1LGGZmbTwY/s400/dor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">No ensurdecedor silêncio da noite...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Prostrada</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Inerte</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sombria</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Desfeita</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Cansada</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Fraca...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Su</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2372162293053189564?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-20717701730468252912008-11-18T19:33:00.004Z2008-11-18T19:49:10.306Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SSMbo3WHvGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vGkL0xNlU2s/s1600-h/2355746.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270086377819061346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SSMbo3WHvGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vGkL0xNlU2s/s320/2355746.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Pedes-me um sonho</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Pra fazer de chão</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mas desses eu não tenho</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Só dos de voar</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Agarras a minha mão</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Com a tua mão</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">E prendes-me a dizer</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Que me estás a salvar</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">De quê?</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">De viver o perigo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">De quê?</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">De rasgar o peito<br />Com o quê?</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">De morrer,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mas de que paixão?</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">De quê?</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Se o que mata mais</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">É não ver</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O que a noite esconde</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">E não ter</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nem sentir o vento ardente</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A soprar o coração...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Balançar" de Mafalda Veiga</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2071770173046825291?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-91980427681686111652008-11-16T16:47:00.005Z2008-11-16T17:54:37.187Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SSBePCqCItI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YM8DqX0aioY/s1600-h/1853555.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269315176527700690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SSBePCqCItI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YM8DqX0aioY/s400/1853555.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SSBS8UuIGmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8kyoFltELaU/s1600-h/2326897.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">No meu corpo o teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A complexidade e a simplicidade de te amar...</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-9198042768168611165?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-24147018106309895892008-11-11T12:30:00.002Z2008-11-11T12:33:43.937Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SRl64HPkkII/AAAAAAAAAKU/1dbHkOtIgyA/s1600-h/520356.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267376343622127746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SRl64HPkkII/AAAAAAAAAKU/1dbHkOtIgyA/s320/520356.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong> No fundo do vazio</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Vazio e frio</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Porquê?)</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2414701810630989589?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-28347936559812811692008-11-01T12:15:00.006Z2008-11-11T11:51:51.573Z<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263662633667938738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SQxJRvlGSbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kfSwg9xn1KE/s400/2230157.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Foi o vento que me disse...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Segredou-me...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2834793655981281169?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-52004795772887547682008-10-17T13:24:00.004+01:002008-11-01T12:05:13.787Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SPiE4pZVK6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/TnuL54eS0cE/s1600-h/850524.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258098673674693538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SPiE4pZVK6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/TnuL54eS0cE/s320/850524.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Basta jogar com as cartas que nos calham...</span></strong> <div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5200479577288754768?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-31928862345172148172008-10-02T14:46:00.005+01:002008-10-02T15:04:35.158+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SOTTwRyPLjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fNkiDfoV97A/s1600-h/528188.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252555891782135346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SOTTwRyPLjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fNkiDfoV97A/s320/528188.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Acompanhas-me na dança quotidiana</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O teu cheiro persegue-me, entranhasse</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O teu olhar penetrou em mim há muito</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Danças comigo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vives em mim</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O toque ao amanhecer</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A teimosia do despertar</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A janela querendo estar quieta</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A porta encerrada<span style="font-size:+0;"></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A luz fria</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">As tuas mãos quentes</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Desejando o recuo do tempo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do momento não longuínquo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do amar...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do estar...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do querer estar...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do desejar estar...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Amando...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">(Foto em </span><a href="http://www.olhares.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">www.olhares.com</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3192886234517214817?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-51341459510056547862008-09-25T13:51:00.005+01:002008-09-30T19:08:15.381+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SOJqgrhIxwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/d6YQhFuZYQA/s1600-h/682659.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251877225137489666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SOJqgrhIxwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/d6YQhFuZYQA/s320/682659.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Encontro-me em viagem<br />Ao encontro da paz<br />Da serenidade<br />Daquele abraço<br />Mágico...<br />Único...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Su</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5134145951005654786?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-70093943606107524832008-09-18T11:55:00.014+01:002008-09-18T14:14:39.619+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SNJK2zWkC8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3erAw55CUn4/s1600-h/424519.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247338821198285762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SNJK2zWkC8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3erAw55CUn4/s400/424519.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Estou no outro lado do mundo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">No lado certo do mundo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7009394360610752483?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-74075515368785545392008-09-14T15:24:00.003+01:002008-09-14T15:34:33.937+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SM0gSOoLjMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q5cezmHg6Rc/s1600-h/959351.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245884638492855490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SM0gSOoLjMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q5cezmHg6Rc/s400/959351.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"> (Foto de Fátima Vargas em </span><a href="http://www.olhares.com/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">www.olhares.com</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">)<br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Agonizo em palavras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto o eminente afogamento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A dor...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os pulmões encharcados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O peito apertado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A dor...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Balanço a cabeça no desespero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Torço o corpo no desalento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Na dor...<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7407551536878554539?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-83853567097615185892008-09-12T11:21:00.004+01:002008-09-12T14:27:55.327+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SMpHBcbUomI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c_kW8XsHOm4/s1600-h/898448.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245082806162596450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SMpHBcbUomI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c_kW8XsHOm4/s400/898448.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Começou a chover</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tento proteger-te com o meu corpo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto-te molhada</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Apetecivel...ali e agora</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Naquela rua que não leva a lado nenhum</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Um candeeiro ténue </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Uma lua escondida</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto o teu cabelo com os meus dedos</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os meus lábios no teu pesçoco</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">As minhas mãos inquietas</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Assaltas-me o corpo quente</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto o teu desejo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O teu peito </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A tua respiração</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">E naquele instante...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">...apenas nós e a água da chuva.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-8385356709761518589?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-44852553669096596712008-09-06T12:47:00.004+01:002008-09-06T12:55:52.783+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Esculpo entre os meus dedos a tua forma...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Oiço o teu peito</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto o tremor do teu corpo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sigo uma linha imaginária...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Conduzo os meus lábios perdidos...quentes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Em ti...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">No teu corpo...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">No teu gesto...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">No teu Ser...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4485255366909659671?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-72125882070474223142008-09-05T12:46:00.004+01:002008-09-05T13:00:13.010+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SMEeyowLq3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/XSurqUxtzTs/s1600-h/2139144.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242505296517770098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SMEeyowLq3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/XSurqUxtzTs/s400/2139144.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(Foto de Tuta em </span><a href="http://www.olhares.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">www.olhares.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">)<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não consigo dormir...e quando durmo sonho contigo.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Acordei com a tua voz sonolenta a dizer bom dia (maravilhoso!)</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Que mais posso eu desejar?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">(Sentir-te!)</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto...Aqui bem perto (dentro...) de mim.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Continuo sem conseguir dormir </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mas quando durmo, meu Amor</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sonho contigo...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7212588207047422314?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-52047642628629678952008-09-02T15:05:00.002+01:002008-09-02T15:07:25.165+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SL1IeFtu6bI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hURD2UqCny8/s1600-h/646868.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241425223096396210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SL1IeFtu6bI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hURD2UqCny8/s400/646868.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Em transição para um mundo melhor...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5204764262862967895?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-35811823441122991472008-09-01T11:43:00.003+01:002008-09-01T11:58:55.215+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SLvKeT0ThkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/po1rxtA80LM/s1600-h/491033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241005213440247362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SLvKeT0ThkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/po1rxtA80LM/s400/491033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O teu cheiro ficou presente</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Adormecer sem ti nada é</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">É apenas algo maquinal...inquietante mesmo.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">(Daqui nada, meu Amor...Daqui nada tudo voltará a fazer sentido outra vez.)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3581182344112299147?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-64369037432960258052008-08-22T16:42:00.003+01:002008-08-22T16:55:37.673+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Daqui nada tudo voltará a fazer sentido...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6436903743296025805?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-6438021494927572692008-08-18T12:12:00.006+01:002008-08-20T13:13:08.653+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SKlZ4ferOqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b71tlTVQ7U0/s1600-h/682398.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235814868852619938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SKlZ4ferOqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b71tlTVQ7U0/s400/682398.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"> (Foto de Rodrigo Silva em </span><a href="http://www.olhares.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">www.olhares.com</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span><br /></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Um corpo iluminado<br />Um céu aberto<br />Noite<br />(Sente!)<br />Enlouquece-me<br />A tua voz, a tua pele<br />O beijo<br />(Sente!)<br />Embriago-me de ti<br />Inundas-me de ti<br />Tu...<br />Completas-me.<br /></span></div></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span><div align="left"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-643802149492757269?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-47077401601281205642008-08-15T13:29:00.009+01:002008-08-15T15:37:35.922+01:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SKV66BY8bPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8iC-rQkqPU4/s1600-h/547907.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234725279112129778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SKV66BY8bPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8iC-rQkqPU4/s400/547907.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Desperto de madrugada na tua presença<br />Beijo-te ainda adormecida<br />Aninhando-me no teu corpo<br />Transporto-me para uma dimensão superior<br />Onde nada se dilui<br />Onde nada se perde ou desvanece<br />Onde ninguém se interpõe<br />Somente nós<br />Somente o nosso momento<br />Dois corpos despertando<br />Em desejos despertos<br /><br />Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4707740160128120564?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-45040610296455982522008-08-10T16:31:00.007+01:002008-08-10T16:51:24.491+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJ8NShx2jbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NIG31jkyB4M/s1600-h/516500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232915903984078258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJ8NShx2jbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NIG31jkyB4M/s320/516500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJ8Lm0yq71I/AAAAAAAAAGw/IMeAmNlCUpM/s1600-h/516500.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Melodicamente assim... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Surpresa na surpresa do instante</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Deliciosamente assim...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4504061029645598252?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-4574263025260024812008-08-06T11:48:00.002+01:002008-08-06T11:49:43.032+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJmBqdRdVrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/muuNHhgccrI/s1600-h/1148468.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231355008579884722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJmBqdRdVrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/muuNHhgccrI/s400/1148468.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Te tengo atrapada en mi mirar...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-457426302526002481?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-76898636937794679962008-08-03T12:22:00.002+01:002008-12-09T16:44:03.147Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJWWC4ZGdaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dZotcLrGf0Q/s1600-h/964704.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230251518502270370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJWWC4ZGdaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dZotcLrGf0Q/s400/964704.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">O caminho é estreito até ao Amor...</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">...e são poucos aqueles que o fazem.</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7689863693779467996?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-82036198547701033692008-07-31T11:49:00.003+01:002008-12-09T16:44:03.550Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJGZBzjIrLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ghzD8Q7mAwQ/s1600-h/944574.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229128898650352818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SJGZBzjIrLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ghzD8Q7mAwQ/s320/944574.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(Fotografia de Hugo em </span><a href="http://www.olhares.com/HDFM"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">www.olhares.com/HDFM</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">)<br /></span><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Nós e só nós...</span></strong></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E nada temos...</span></strong> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-8203619854770103369?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-55842799149521089382008-07-27T17:11:00.003+01:002008-07-27T17:29:08.127+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Encontro forças que desconhecia em mim</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não sabia sequer existirem</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">As palavras deixaram de sufocar</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O vento começou a soprar e reconheço a sua liberdade</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Afaga-me o rosto...enternecendo-me </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Encontrei-o na encruzilhada</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Onde ambos deambulávamos</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Perdidos...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5584279914952108938?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-72411471661971509972008-07-22T14:37:00.001+01:002008-12-09T16:44:03.746Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SIXjWy-sIMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sDqp5uzgT1s/s1600-h/897160.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225832923414667458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SIXjWy-sIMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sDqp5uzgT1s/s400/897160.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche..."</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7241147166197150997?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-25240428807782080292008-07-15T14:47:00.006+01:002008-12-09T16:44:04.215Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SHysMSZRCjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qNligOHU6e8/s1600-h/1055404.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238994939152946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SHysMSZRCjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qNligOHU6e8/s320/1055404.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vem ter comigo, meu Amor...<br /><br />Vamos fugir para longe<br />Onde o tempo e o espaço é só nosso<br />Longe do quotidiano<br />Longe do efémero<br />Longe do silêncio<br /><br />Vamos sorrir<br />Correr<br />Jogar as palavras ao ar<br />Nadar na imensidão de nós<br />Na imensidão do mundo<br />Vamos!<br /><br />Vem ter comigo, meu Amor!<br /><br />Dá-me a tua mão<br />Entrelaça os teus dedos nos meus<br />Eu sei o caminho<br />Sei-o de olhos fechados<br />Eu sei-o!<br /><br />Vem comigo, meu Amor!<br /><br />Su</span> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2524042880778208029?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-10273901730828146442008-07-15T11:14:00.006+01:002008-12-09T16:44:04.413Z<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SHx6t7N4NOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rpp_ZMA8MOk/s1600-h/1848493.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223184597251536098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SHx6t7N4NOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rpp_ZMA8MOk/s400/1848493.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Vislumbro ao amanhecer a cor dos teus olhos...</strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">(Foto de Manuel Sousa em </span><a href="http://www.olhares.com/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">www.olhares.com</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">) </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-1027390173082814644?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-29804138075860084092008-07-10T14:22:00.004+01:002008-12-09T16:44:04.622Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SHYP2kQFZfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D4NbOT5SYxs/s1600-h/CV+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221378248101160434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SHYP2kQFZfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D4NbOT5SYxs/s400/CV+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(Foto de Susana Dias)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sempre que me olhas...o arrepio</span></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quando me beijas...o arrepio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A tua mão na minha face...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A paz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-2980413807586008409?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-54621475924664380482008-06-28T15:23:00.011+01:002008-12-09T16:44:04.815Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGocUEbvj7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/FEvGKqYTajc/s1600-h/CV+097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218014249375207346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGocUEbvj7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/FEvGKqYTajc/s320/CV+097.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> (Foto de Susana Dias)</span><br /></span><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGZP_x6uciI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_OjDVGkhP9c/s1600-h/1848835.jpg"></a><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Virão as manhãs num tempo imperfeito</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Encaixas o teu corpo no meu num gesto perfeito</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Na perfeição do acto</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Na perfeição de ti </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Abraças-me com ternura</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Num tempo que perdura</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Afágo-me no teu leito</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Adormeço no teu peito</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Numa simbiose sem fim...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5462147592466438048?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-66625823557082270572008-06-27T15:25:00.003+01:002008-12-09T16:44:05.038Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGT5UYJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ADXFJ07cMQc/s1600-h/1527680.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216568396874797202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGT5UYJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ADXFJ07cMQc/s320/1527680.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> (Fotografia de Rosa Soares em </span><a href="http://www.olhares.com/orgrish"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.olhares.com/orgrish</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">A veia pulsa no meu pescoço<br />O teu beijo encontra-o palpitante<br />Ansiando o teu toque<br />A tua língua<br />Percorres lentamente a minha pele<br />Tocas e sentes a ânsia que me inebria e enlouquece<br />Perco a razão<br />Tudo em mim és tu e o teu corpo<br />A tua entrega<br />O nosso desejo<br />Percorres<br />Entregas-te<br />Sacias<br /><br />Su<br /></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6662582355708227057?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-17126729355405257892008-06-27T10:59:00.005+01:002008-12-09T16:44:05.215Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGS7fyPeaNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bT3BMiMuDKM/s1600-h/Ao_sabor_do_vento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216500423138896082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGS7fyPeaNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bT3BMiMuDKM/s320/Ao_sabor_do_vento.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Rodopio as letras no meu coração...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Dito as palavras ao vento...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">E o universo conjuga o nosso verbo:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Eu amo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tu amas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nós amamos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-1712672935540525789?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-80104666815686858712008-06-26T12:28:00.004+01:002008-12-09T16:44:05.481Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGN9cui9JeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Up6VQyub5sM/s1600-h/254_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216150725909620194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGN9cui9JeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Up6VQyub5sM/s400/254_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto as gotículas do teu suor</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto o calor que me conforta e ameniza</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto a mão que me acaricia</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto o olhar que me segreda<br />Sei o caminho<br />Sinto-o<br />O tempo corre depressa<br />Tatuo o momento no meu corpo<br />Absorvo a tua pele<br />Fundo a minha alma na tua<br />A nossa<br />Os meus lábios perdidos em ti<br /></span><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Guardando na memória o teu sabor<br />A tua forma<br />A perfeição do momento<br />A dimensão do sentimento<br />Único e inigualável<br /></span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-8010466681568685871?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-33945174614161159262008-06-22T16:26:00.003+01:002008-06-22T17:35:14.763+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYoV-s9Bu6o&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYoV-s9Bu6o&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3394517461416115926?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-47491393947334424862008-06-21T13:43:00.004+01:002008-12-09T16:44:05.681Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SF0E8VmKQmI/AAAAAAAAADw/olnv4z0UNKM/s1600-h/raio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214329378200765026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SF0E8VmKQmI/AAAAAAAAADw/olnv4z0UNKM/s400/raio.jpg" width="236" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tire essa luz intensa, dos meus olhos<br />Me deixe ver a cor dos teus na escuridão<br />Eu sei que não é nada fácil pra voce<br />Tão menina e tão sozinha, entre sonhos e desejos<br />Vem aqui me dar um beijo<br />Que eu quero amar voce<br />Te esperei a vida inteira<br />E hoje de qualquer maneira<br />Vou fazer voce feliz<br />Te amar é bom demais<br />Me leva ao céu me traz a paz<br />Te amar é sempre assim<br />Raio de luz dentro de mim.<br /><br /><div></div><div>(Banda Sayonara)</div><div> </div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4749139394733442486?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-55015137080201356172008-06-19T12:08:00.003+01:002008-06-19T14:21:31.942+01:00<p><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Nunca a minha vida foi tão complicada. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nunca amar alguém foi tão fácil. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nunca uma despedida me doeu desta maneira. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nunca fui tão feliz só por olhar alguém."</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Como é que se descrevem sentimentos tão profundos com frases usuais?"</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hoje, mais do que ontem, a tua ausência é sentida em mim...</span></strong></p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su<br /><strong></strong></span><br /></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5501513708020135617?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-33022443310076114342008-06-15T14:41:00.004+01:002008-12-09T16:44:05.891Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SFUcMU-FdsI/AAAAAAAAADY/IAtz3KlsLb8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212103141864339138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SFUcMU-FdsI/AAAAAAAAADY/IAtz3KlsLb8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sei de um rio de onde brota o teu suor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sei de um mar </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sei de ti</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Conheço o significado de olhar-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Conheço a tua voz balbuciada ao meu ouvido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Conheço-te a ti</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tenho o teu abraço na minha alma</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tenho-te no meu corpo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tenho a cor dos teus olhos penetrando em mim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tenho sede de te tomar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tenho fome de te querer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3302244331007611434?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-3811404386487791102008-06-14T11:35:00.003+01:002008-12-09T16:44:06.033Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SFOf3TcGQGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nHVcboWKrfE/s1600-h/oiu.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211684966257541218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SFOf3TcGQGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nHVcboWKrfE/s200/oiu.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Iça a vela<br />Busca-me por estes mares de tempestade<br />Naufraguei e não me encontro<br />Perdi-me na imensidão deste mar, desta vida<br />Procura-me e salva o que ainda resta de mim<br />Já perdi a noção, o rumo<br />Desconheço a distância e o sentido<br />O frio gela demais adormecendo-me lentamente<br />Rouba-me os sentidos<br />O querer<br />Procura-me em ti<br />No teu mar<br />Na imensidão do teu ser<br />Onde naufraguei e perdi-me<br />Sem sentido<br />Com sentido </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-381140438648779110?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-71851630570905276852008-06-14T11:29:00.004+01:002008-12-09T16:44:06.165Z<div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SFOegjlsueI/AAAAAAAAADI/egpegZ1Zpwk/s1600-h/esp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211683475944159714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SFOegjlsueI/AAAAAAAAADI/egpegZ1Zpwk/s200/esp.jpg" width="203" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">“Abraça a noite e sabe de mim<br />O teu olhar eu adivinho<br />A tua voz conheço<br />Eu morro dentro do teu caminho<br />Eu sei as marcas na tua pele<br />Na vida inteira que eu pressinto<br />Eu guardo o tempo nas minhas mãos vazias<br />À espera de ti…”</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7185163057090527685?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-73445218170045560042008-06-04T11:42:00.005+01:002008-12-09T16:44:06.321Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGYvunyZtlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eMAMvnPLc4g/s1600-h/1950688.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216909696356169298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGYvunyZtlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eMAMvnPLc4g/s320/1950688.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGYvRNnDF4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/KyPjTDLp-KI/s1600-h/1950688.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Choro por ti...<br />Dispo-me de mim...<br /></span></strong><br /></span></div></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7344521817004556004?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-3749644188005627902008-06-03T12:41:00.001+01:002008-06-15T14:56:41.400+01:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">Grito de saudade...<br />O meu corpo recusa a racionalidade...<br />Busco o teu rosto...<br />Procuro o teu corpo...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-374964418800562790?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1587494195590212532008-05-15T12:04:00.005+01:002008-06-15T14:57:12.982+01:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">A noite cai devagar<br /><br />Oiço os teus passos ao meu encontro<br /><br />Sinto os teus lábios<br /><br />A minha mão procura a tua<br /><br />Encontro-a<br /><br />Adormeço sentindo-te</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-158749419559021253?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-48700597469105190192008-05-14T12:20:00.004+01:002008-12-09T16:44:06.611Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SCrOmeL92qI/AAAAAAAAACM/-0uPaEc5YM8/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200195880086264482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SCrOmeL92qI/AAAAAAAAACM/-0uPaEc5YM8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Só tu consegues ter o meu olhar...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4870059746910519019?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-45765054217429140552008-05-08T11:43:00.003+01:002008-12-09T16:44:06.763Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SCLaWGJDDAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LNLVaQQAye8/s1600-h/flores.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197956993079512066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SCLaWGJDDAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LNLVaQQAye8/s320/flores.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">1+1=1</span> </span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-4576505421742914055?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-61110168381220731562008-05-07T16:37:00.003+01:002008-12-09T16:44:06.894Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SCHOFmJDC_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RqrvhRld3fY/s1600-h/images.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197662040495426546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SCHOFmJDC_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RqrvhRld3fY/s320/images.jpg" width="230" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sê minha<br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somente minha</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Olha em mim o que não vejo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Murmurios, suspiros, indefinições</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Delimita o caminho, dá-me a mão</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Segura-me...não me deixes</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não me deixes cair...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6111016838122073156?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-88906950991834884182008-04-29T12:54:00.004+01:002008-12-09T16:44:07.112Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SBcM6xhxfXI/AAAAAAAAABo/596XODU9hHw/s1600-h/images.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194634899062095218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SBcM6xhxfXI/AAAAAAAAABo/596XODU9hHw/s320/images.jpg" width="144" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Banalizem as palavras<br />Deitem fora os gestos<br />Proíbam os beijos<br />Matem-me…<br />Mas não me arranquem a liberdade<br /><br />Leva-me assim<br />Moribunda mas livre...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-8890695099183488418?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-61161650047312468662008-04-22T12:50:00.003+01:002008-12-09T16:44:07.252Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SA3R9hhxfWI/AAAAAAAAABg/JIShFNAAnPY/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192036800330300770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SA3R9hhxfWI/AAAAAAAAABg/JIShFNAAnPY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Amarra a tua corda ao meu cais...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6116165004731246866?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-77262529567627030562008-04-22T12:44:00.003+01:002008-04-22T12:49:21.570+01:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">Olhei o ontem</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Observei o hoje</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Caminho para o amanhã</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vou sem certezas</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">E apenas levo a liberdade comigo...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7726252956762703056?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-62177667253242927652008-04-19T15:51:00.004+01:002008-04-19T16:24:18.266+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">" O que sabe um homem ou uma mulher sobre o chão que pisa? "</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-6217766725324292765?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-89901804690086035192008-04-14T16:14:00.003+01:002008-04-14T16:20:41.283+01:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">Encontrei um sorriso em ti</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Timido e lindo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Deste-me a mão e sorriste</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Beijei...e a certeza da paixão tomou conta de mim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Abracei o desejo de ter...de conseguir ser</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Acolhi os teus olhos sinceros nos meus</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Olhares trocados, cumplíces</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">O beijo ardente, apaixonado</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Anseio pela natureza de tudo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Temo...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mas amo...e isso ninguém consegue arrancar de mim.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-8990180469008603519?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-39276544137256756742008-04-14T16:05:00.003+01:002008-12-09T16:44:07.478Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SAN0fDL7fEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2X-xHPKSShg/s1600-h/images[7].jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189119272441052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SAN0fDL7fEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2X-xHPKSShg/s320/images%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Prepotência dos meus actos</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Afirmações e negações que flutuam</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Divagam no meu pensamento</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quase vazio...disperso.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Estupidez, a minha!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Querer mudar o rumo</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O caminho escolhido</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Confuso, admirável, assustador e lindo...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O aperto, o sentido, a novidade, a diferença...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">A dúvida constante</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O medo perpétuo?</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Evapora-se, partilha-se e transforma-se...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Abraços eternos, doces e longos</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Momentos, segundos, horas de prazer...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">De paz e encanto</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Diferença para quem olha</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Diferença amada para quem ama</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Incondicionalmente</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">(Março 2002)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3927654413725675674?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-14875540728304331912008-04-12T15:46:00.002+01:002008-12-09T16:44:07.845Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SADMzZou-QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OkBB5VSIyQI/s1600-h/images[2].jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188371954157943042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SADMzZou-QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OkBB5VSIyQI/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" width="184" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O meu coração bate como uma melodia</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Melodia que acalma a vertigem do dia longo,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">da saudade sentida.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Refugio-me na lembrança do teu abraço e do teu beijo...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nas noites de Amor.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O meu coração bate por ti...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Por ti respiro e suspiro...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somente a ti amo...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Num amar que tranquiliza, conforta e transforma os meus dias nos nossos dias.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-1487554072830433191?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-39583172008953601672008-04-11T15:09:00.007+01:002008-12-09T16:44:08.020Z<span style="color:#ffffff;">Está uma noite de inverno<br />Um céu lindo<br />Um céu estranhamente diferente onde se conjuga o feio e o belo<br />Que dá lugar a algo...<br />Olho...<br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/R_9ykJou-PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8Ebsr-dNUfg/s1600-h/t856220.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187991261141727474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/R_9ykJou-PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8Ebsr-dNUfg/s320/t856220.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Penso...<br />Sonho...<br />Volto a olhar para esta imensidão<br />Vislumbro no meio das gotas que me teimam molhar, uma estrela<br />Sorri...linda, brilhante e única<br />Linda com tu...<br />Brilhante como os meus dias...<br />Única como o Amor que nos une<br /><br />Su</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-3958317200895360167?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-72055900787821868342008-04-11T14:57:00.007+01:002008-12-09T16:44:08.402Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGYxd8EB5aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xQFP90PlgtM/s1600-h/1950688.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216911608764294562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="253" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/SGYxd8EB5aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xQFP90PlgtM/s200/1950688.jpg" width="186" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">O teu olhar alucina a minha alma...<br /><br /></span><div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero gritar ao vento cada vez que o desejo da tua mão me assalta...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Grito cá dentro o quanto te amo.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tranquilizo-me contigo em mim...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Com a tua voz em mim...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Com as tuas palavras e carinho.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sonho acordada sentindo os teus lábios nos meus...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-7205590078782186834?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-56332426771809698162008-04-11T14:51:00.002+01:002008-12-09T16:44:08.641Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/R_9uDpou-MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9rfuXdJjKkg/s1600-h/1781956[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187986304749467842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/R_9uDpou-MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9rfuXdJjKkg/s400/1781956%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero sentir-me em ti, sentir a tua pele...fundirmo-nos</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero abraçar-te, beijar-te...deixar-me ficar em ti</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero-te...Desejo-te...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero o teu olhar no meu...infinito</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero o teu sabor em mim...permanente</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero a tua mão na minha...apertada</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quero-te...Desejo-te...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Anseio...desespero no turbilhão das emoções</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tropeço no dia e na noite</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Atropelo as palavras e os gestos que nada são</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Olho árduamente as horas que teimam</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Caminho de olhos fechados para não ver</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Oiço,difusa, a melodia em mim que não toca</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Apenas aperto nos meus braços o sonho e o desejo</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">De sermos...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-5633242677180969816?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1164727722381859782006-11-28T15:01:00.003Z2008-12-09T16:44:08.951Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/R_9rG5ou-LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfpaCBnu_uY/s1600-h/t1863313[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187983062049159346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="168" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewWMigxK854/R_9rG5ou-LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfpaCBnu_uY/s320/t1863313%5B1%5D.jpg" width="215" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Entre paredes despidas<br />Repletas de figuras que nada dizem<br />Apontam o dedo<br />Assombram em segredo<br /><br />Suspiram sem respirar<br />Vivem sem amar<br />Dão nós no apertar<br />Da solidão, desesperar<br /><br />Jogam palavras<br />Morrem absortos<br />Muitos dizem sorte<br />Outros apenas morte<br /><br />Su<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116472772238185978?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1164551188310396182006-11-26T14:14:00.000Z2006-11-26T14:26:28.550Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6750/2591/1600/963538/images.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6750/2591/320/686412/images.jpg" width="168" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Pinto com os dedos na tela invisível<br />Escrevo com mão trémula nas linhas que me deixaste<br />Escassas, nenhumas...<br />Oiço a minha voz silenciosa, difusa<br />Inexistente...<br />Vejo-te em mim, inócua<br />Temo olhar<br />Tudo branco, vazio...<br />Espero...sem querer<br />Desejo...sem saber<br />Grito...sem ouvir<br />Balanço quieta na inquietude<br />Fico parada balançando na esperança...<br /><br />Su<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116455118831039618?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1163009589497935882006-11-08T18:08:00.000Z2006-11-10T11:40:27.276Z<span style="color:#ffffff;">Gritava se ainda restasse forças na minha voz<br />Vou balbuciando, baixinho <br />Nem eu me oiço<br /><br />Gritava se não houvesse um nó apertado no meu pescoço<br />Vou andando, esperando<br />Nem ando, arrasto-me<br /><br />Su</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116300958949793588?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1162229512266286362006-10-30T17:24:00.000Z2006-10-30T17:48:43.736Z<span style="color:#ffffff;">Estes momentos de ausência dói tanto<br />É como um punhal cravado em mim<br />Fere, trucida, tira-me o pouco fôlego que ainda sustenho<br />Dói pensar, dói sentir<br />O desejo de querer ter-te no meu abraço, mata<br />Sonolenta caminho<br />Atrevo-me a sonhar<br />Mas por quanto tempo ainda?<br />Constrou a ponte entre duas existências<br />Renasçe um sentimento<br />Alimento a ilusão, a esperança, a realidade existente<br />Transformo as horas em sorrisos, escondo as lágrimas<br />Liberto a imensidão de tudo na presença dos amigos<br />Corro, fujo, percorro, caminho, guio, conduzo<br />Para aonde?<br />Para a incerteza do infinito</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Que nos acolhe comodamente</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Aquele colo quente onde a mão é tua, somente tua</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Perco-me, adormeço</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Choro mais uma vez</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Interminável olhar perdido...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116222951226628636?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1161713479279498592006-10-24T19:09:00.000+01:002006-11-08T18:15:05.850Z<div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 13px verdana; WIDTH: 310px">Music Video:<a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 310px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/l/live/overcome.html" target="_blank">OVERCOME (by Live) <p><embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/l/live/overcome_129114.asx" width="300" height="280" type="application/x-mplayer2" autostart="1" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"></embed></a> <p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"><a class="ll" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/" target="_blank">Music Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com</a></p></div><p></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Simplesmente, lindo!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116171347927949859?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1161619592413483552006-10-23T16:58:00.000+01:002006-10-24T12:00:02.143+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/dali.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/400/dali.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">" O Mundo tem demasiados botões..."</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116161959241348355?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1161344571436976802006-10-20T12:41:00.000+01:002006-10-20T12:42:51.453+01:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">"Porque me negas o que não peço?" </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Alberto Caeiro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116134457143697680?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1161170758529366262006-10-18T12:15:00.000+01:002006-10-18T12:25:58.540+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">Quando surges...parece impossível!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">(Sinto que vou explodir a qualquer momento!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">Quando tudo se conjuga...parece impossível!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">(Sinto que os meus olhos vão chorar!)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116117075852936626?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1160839696471521642006-10-14T16:23:00.000+01:002006-10-14T16:28:16.473+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/1fufufl.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/200/1fufufl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os mapas dizem-nos onde nunca iremos...<br /><br />Já sei onde estamos! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116083969647152164?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1160839327606434142006-10-14T16:10:00.000+01:002006-10-14T16:22:07.616+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/images.7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/200/images.3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">O olhar é um pensamento, é luz, é cor, é vida...<br /><br />Transmite as formas recônditas de um ser em toda a sua plenitude.<br /><br />São rugas, são sulcos, são marcas do tempo, das experiências, do trabalho e de<br /><br />florescimento da pessoa enquanto indivíduo.<br /><br />Vê-se um sorriso, contrário da solidão e do sofrimento.<br /><br />Vê-se um olhar, grandeza do ser, do sentir e do alento.<br /><br />São rostos de semblante carregado, mas que transpiram vida e nos ensinam que<br /><br />importa viver hoje, porque o ontem já era, e o amanhã, quem sabe?!...<br /><br />Porque o que é verdadeiramente incólume é desistir do sopro da vida e da<br /><br />alegria de um sorrir...<br /><br />Quão sublime é sentir num olhar a voz do coração e a alma a suspirar...<br /><br />Paulo Moreira </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116083932760643414?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1160409441269854032006-10-09T16:44:00.000+01:002006-10-09T16:57:21.286+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/images.6.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/200/images.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">Quando tudo se resume a nós…<br />Quando as palavras flúem…<br />Os gestos entrelaçam-se…<br />Quando Amar resume-se à nossa dança…<br />À sinfonia de dois corpos despidos…suados<br />Perdidos…Apaixonados<br />Fulgurante bater de dois Seres…Um só<br />Olhos despertos, sentidos…<br />Vivos em ti…<br />Quando a lágrima cai…<br />Seca, inexistente…Inócua<br />Quando o grito é o clamar do prazer…<br />Apogeu…Inimaginável<br />Quando tu não tens tempo de não seres …<br />Quando eu não tenho tempo de não ser tua…<br />Quando…<br />Ser é tão simples!<br /><br />Su </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116040944126985403?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1160234783046312852006-10-07T16:18:00.000+01:002006-10-07T16:38:36.016+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/Lx%2020-10.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/200/Lx%2020-10.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Escava em silêncio na memória que amo<br />Amo...<br />Penetra em sofridos e mudos lânguidos em mim<br />Grito...<br />Corrompe o quotidiano ferozmente<br />Amordaço-me...<br />Afiadamente crava as lembranças em meu corpo<br />Dói...<br />Magoa a saudade!<br /><br />Su<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116023478304631285?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1160044685894201792006-10-05T11:30:00.000+01:002006-10-05T14:48:57.743+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/CV%20091.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/200/CV%20091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nuvens sobriamente pinceladas de azul<br />Baloiçam tranquilamente, ancoradas<br />Vagueiam perdidas e vagas<br /><br />Corre apressadamente, fugidio<br />Escrevi sublime entre dois espaços<br />Utópico, submerso, evasivo<br />Mutuam abraços<br /><br />O silêncio irrompe<br />Ambíguo, antagónico<br />Atravessa, trespassa frio, fere<br />Magoa...e morre...<br /><br />Su </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-116004468589420179?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1159898879635594252006-10-03T19:01:00.000+01:002006-10-05T11:40:34.483+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/CV%20055.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/200/CV%20055.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Perdão se pelos meus olhos não chegou</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">mais claridade que a espuma marinha,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">perdão porque meu espaços</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">e estende sem amparo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">e não termina:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- monótomo é meu canto,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">minha palavra é um pássaro sombrio,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">fauna de pedra e mar, o desconsolo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">de um planeta invernal, incorruptível.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Perdão por esta sucessão de água,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">da rocha, a espuma, o delírio da maré</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- assim é minha solidão -</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">saltos bruscos de sal contra os muros</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">de meu ser secreto, de tal maneira </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">que eu sou uma parte do inverno,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">da mesma extensão que se repete</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">de sino em sino em tantas ondas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">e de silêncio como cabeleira,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">silêncio de alga, canto submergido.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Pablo Neruda - Últimos Poemas -</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-115989887963559425?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1159898269079534102006-10-03T18:53:00.000+01:002006-10-05T11:42:08.203+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/CV%20018.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/200/CV%20018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Podia voltar a dizer que é estranho... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mas o que é estranho, quando estranho é eu estranhar estranho ?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Su</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-115989826907953410?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24910658.post-1157021682429941362006-08-31T11:35:00.000+01:002006-08-31T12:00:28.200+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/1600/images.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6750/2591/400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">" I don't understand a God that would allow us to meet when there's no way </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">we could ever be together."</span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">City of Angels</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24910658-115702168242994136?l=eteceteras-e-outros-pontos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935467931296441443noreply@blogger.com0