tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613466574074702732012-02-15T22:18:34.489-08:00-=|Jµ£¡ñ|-|ä ®¡ßë¡®ö|=-Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-31972705824607677852011-11-27T19:23:00.001-08:002011-11-27T19:39:15.492-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4RRzEe8bYc/TtL-owWhQuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JmeNZqGvcow/s1600/HPIM9300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4RRzEe8bYc/TtL-owWhQuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JmeNZqGvcow/s320/HPIM9300.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">_1° TELA_13/11/2011_</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><b> .</b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: black;"><b>A partir do momento que estou me descobrindo, tenho um belo encontro com o novo. </b></span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: black;"><b>Analisa-se tudo se </b></span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="color: #660000;">< CoNstRói ></span></i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">. </span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>Por: Júlia Ribeiro</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-3197270582460767785?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-13857284594540626152011-10-16T09:38:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:53:55.938-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #666666;">Vagamente</span> </span><span style="color: black;">ser o humano</span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>Eu sou o que eu gostaria de ser,</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>Sou o que eu quero ser,</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>E nesse desejo e ânsia de ser,</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>Simplesmente sou o que tenho que ser. </em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>Ser o humano é simplesmente ser como você,</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>Você ser o Humano nem é tão simples ser. </em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>Eu sou o que Ele planejou,</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>E nessa estratégia de planejamento,</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><em>Já estava sendo muito antes de começar a vir a ser. </em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Simplesmente</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: #666666;">sou esse ser Humano. </span></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em>Por: Júlia Ribeiro.</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-1385728459454062615?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-940079011951407132011-01-22T19:26:00.000-08:002011-10-16T09:53:39.908-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨Silêncio <span style="color: red;">coração,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: red;">.</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">Pobre desse rico coração que só sabe se calar, e calar,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">e a calar assim ficar.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: red;">¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨</span>Coração <span style="color: red;">silêncio.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: red;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em> </em></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em> Por: Júlia Ribeiro.</em></span></span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-94007901195140713?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-58864419247798365872009-09-05T17:39:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:54:19.691-07:00<div style="color: #660000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">O AMOR É o VÔO</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Amor é: </span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Liberdade de amar o seu verdadeiro ser</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">A liberdade é o amor</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Amor é a liberdade</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Liberdade</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">......é</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">........Viver!.</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Viver é ser o que é!.</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Um ser é amável,</span><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Amável é o ser!</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;">Por: Júlia Ribeiro</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-5886441924779836587?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-328367257955595102008-10-11T22:00:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:55:34.313-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Sem nome</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">Será poeta?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">Será engenheiro?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">Será arquiteto?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">Será jardineiro?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">Que nascem</span><span style="color: #cc0000;"> <strong>flores,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #006600;">Porque nome não há!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"><em>Por: Júlia Ribeiro</em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-32836725795559510?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-48621783802860820992008-10-11T21:42:00.000-07:002011-10-16T10:17:59.581-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><span style="color: #3333ff;">Moléculas de uma poesia.</span></strong></span><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #3333ff;">Conversa<br />Versa<br />Faz o verso</span><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span><span style="color: #3333ff;">Descobre-se<br />Sois bem uma poeta<br />Dispersa</span><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span><span style="color: #3333ff;">Gente<br />Incandescente<br />Sereno<br />Serena</span><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #3333ff;">Somos bem uns poetas</span><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #3333ff;">Distantes<br />Bem<br />No<br />Antes<br />E<br />Agora</span><span style="color: #ffff99;">. </span><span style="color: red;">N</span><span style="color: red;">A </span><span style="color: #003333;"> </span><span style="color: #3333ff;">hora</span><span style="color: #ffff99;">..</span><span style="color: red;">D</span><span style="color: #3333ff;">o </span><span style="color: #3333ff;">d</span><span style="color: #3333ff;">epois </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">A</span> <span style="color: #3333ff;">dois</span><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #3333ff;">Somos bem isso:</span><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #3333ff;">Ditos<br />Ambíguos<br />Em<br />Equilíbrio. ’</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Por: Júlia Ribeiro</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-4862178380286082099?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-76979082955218490142008-09-15T11:28:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:56:12.211-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color: black;">'Por </span><span style="color: red;">dentro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Por </span><span style="color: #3366ff;">fora</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">Não</span> </span>importa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">O que </span><span style="color: black;">importará</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Somos apenas </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Um novo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">olhar '</span><br /><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Por: Júlia Ribeiro</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-7697908295521849014?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-90145766274634900382008-09-13T15:32:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:56:55.136-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #660000; font-family: georgia;"><em>Campo magnético</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #660000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.....</span><strong>Fluxo do </strong></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong>grito</strong></span></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">neste vácuo</span> fico perdida.</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000;">.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></em></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245639600358000210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0KReCgkgRE/SMxBbIcPhlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lP4SF7Z0CBw/s320/images.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: georgia;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>Por: Júlia Ribeiro</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-9014576627463490038?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-57899788459481429312008-09-13T15:20:00.001-07:002011-10-16T09:57:19.209-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: georgia;">Construção depressiva</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Texto morto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Idéias Fúteis </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Preciso do calor...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Flores-idéias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Idéias-amores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Dissertação</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Disserto </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Certa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Emoção</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: georgia;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Fuga?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Construção,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span>Arquitetura?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">Preciso ser uma </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">boa </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">engenheira</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">civilizada!</span> <br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #333300; font-family: georgia;"></span></div><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">...</span> </span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;">Por: Júlia Ribeiro</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-5789978845948142931?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-73328476796826369912008-09-13T15:03:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:57:42.540-07:00<div align="center"><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: georgia;">Já quisera escrever e não saber o quê</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #660000;">?</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: georgia;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">As palavras são rápidas demais para serem colocadas </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">na poesia do nada.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">O tudo é pequeno demais para se ter em uma bela </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia;">poesia a ser apreciada.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #660000;">.</span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Por: Júlia Ribeiro</strong></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-7332847679682636991?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761346657407470273.post-50571347890306213792008-09-13T09:44:00.000-07:002011-10-16T09:58:09.296-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: georgia;"><em>Caminhar sobre as águas?</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: georgia;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Loucura!</strong> </span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: georgia;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: georgia;"><em>Investigo a rua das poesias.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #006600;">¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨*¨</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #006600; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Por: Júlia Ribeiro</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2761346657407470273-5057134789030621379?l=julinhanaruadaspoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Júlia Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192914975985966899noreply@blogger.com2