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Agora é tempo de liberdade!mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-79287856415474543452010-11-21T03:16:00.000-08:002010-11-21T03:16:53.676-08:00gotan project - Época: un tango diferente<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-TU7ruN3XUU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-51492057653017318822010-11-21T03:11:00.000-08:002010-11-21T03:11:47.928-08:00Al Pacino - Scent of a Woman<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dBHhSVJ_S6A?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-24217795423321293442010-11-21T03:10:00.000-08:002010-11-21T03:10:12.162-08:00Tango com Antonio Banderas no filme Vem Dançar<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zq1DoB0z11k?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-77475258105482127872010-07-23T18:54:00.000-07:002010-07-24T05:16:37.695-07:00Encanto<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JnsE5zDw4zHnFBQA1hvkHDUlNt3JHF0KSSZE4VpcsaO-FVLbUzd6fAoiWRXDbTExr6Hpn0_C9ppl0grN9OJfk55-whyO7luK3aa111zb11QyMbKnRfSy5-BM2yIk20Tsv7kBWfN2qRIY/s1600/f1rs3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JnsE5zDw4zHnFBQA1hvkHDUlNt3JHF0KSSZE4VpcsaO-FVLbUzd6fAoiWRXDbTExr6Hpn0_C9ppl0grN9OJfk55-whyO7luK3aa111zb11QyMbKnRfSy5-BM2yIk20Tsv7kBWfN2qRIY/s320/f1rs3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Minha alma cativa geme.<br />
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Que desliza suavemente<br />
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Susana Gonzalezmamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-64735810108166759122010-06-27T10:00:00.000-07:002010-06-27T10:00:17.634-07:00Tamanha saudade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02zqCU7r7i2jPM9TVM5x0btz714AVfiRzCrtkBUEmnfFjyLi-P6pPVMKQqGd_W3bboKh2Mc1CpLqV3Y4REzfjD0bA3iaOr32OpttsD9mvVc5438ZMgfx2yCIRvGB8jjsj-JSXa3Y9PzO3/s1600/esperar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02zqCU7r7i2jPM9TVM5x0btz714AVfiRzCrtkBUEmnfFjyLi-P6pPVMKQqGd_W3bboKh2Mc1CpLqV3Y4REzfjD0bA3iaOr32OpttsD9mvVc5438ZMgfx2yCIRvGB8jjsj-JSXa3Y9PzO3/s320/esperar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Escolhendo versos que florescem</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">À medida que acontecem e tecem</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cores e perfumes marcantes</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Intrigantes, inebriantes, constantes...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Envolvendo meu corpo intrépido</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Atravessando mares desconhecidos</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Com os pés molhados e livres</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Entre botões de flores se abrindo</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Toco na maciez da beleza</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Entoando, lenta, linda, completa,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Na parte nunca ocupada</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-26160897522173283192010-06-12T14:49:00.000-07:002010-06-12T14:49:09.840-07:00Deserto com flores<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZMC_o2m-cw-fyTv5W_I2I-XZngeC429sOv4JAzNndXSxJvKISS-13o-UnHFm2iRQFg5NIFVMej5n8_pzS5Hv_AB3VYeke7gYgmqZp12o0-KLyu9RbbTlXDUcH5xi6a5JTQlcyS2LXdDE/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZMC_o2m-cw-fyTv5W_I2I-XZngeC429sOv4JAzNndXSxJvKISS-13o-UnHFm2iRQFg5NIFVMej5n8_pzS5Hv_AB3VYeke7gYgmqZp12o0-KLyu9RbbTlXDUcH5xi6a5JTQlcyS2LXdDE/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Como num deserto com flores</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Numa miragem de cores</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Prossigo crendo no imaginário</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do coração tão solitário...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que vê portas abertas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Num delírio de desejo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorvendo meu desatino </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sem compaixão dilacera</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Susana Gonzalez</div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-1585912430604949322010-06-12T12:14:00.000-07:002010-06-12T12:14:32.329-07:00Eu sei amor...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aTJ_ug6X2zzMTW4MOX_SurVfPVB9C_ZxJQPTzqZn6t79o-L1JzRW-5-NlYCYfg4_egkXSDLcvFX7aRBK10RyepGwneZC69FLUmfejhqib_2p-0ztM46Xb_XIo0QoMr8KOCHhMl7j_syC/s1600/euseiamor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aTJ_ug6X2zzMTW4MOX_SurVfPVB9C_ZxJQPTzqZn6t79o-L1JzRW-5-NlYCYfg4_egkXSDLcvFX7aRBK10RyepGwneZC69FLUmfejhqib_2p-0ztM46Xb_XIo0QoMr8KOCHhMl7j_syC/s640/euseiamor.jpg" width="428" /></a></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-86397282268798590672010-06-12T10:42:00.000-07:002010-06-12T10:42:08.682-07:00Dimensão da dor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJLK0qGi6S10VPbKLmB6vEvZvvQSbhhHm7FnIaWgSrEYzSHxwwF-wYwtlWkb_gT3_Ruwx-k8a-yU6CKzwDw487e1EKs-YO9YJ0P3ld-H8Q7DUkOQkzHlBWq1hNQ9cD0EGhsmHhfj_x2qi/s1600/angel2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJLK0qGi6S10VPbKLmB6vEvZvvQSbhhHm7FnIaWgSrEYzSHxwwF-wYwtlWkb_gT3_Ruwx-k8a-yU6CKzwDw487e1EKs-YO9YJ0P3ld-H8Q7DUkOQkzHlBWq1hNQ9cD0EGhsmHhfj_x2qi/s320/angel2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No espaço, no tempo, eu passo,</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Num momento desigual </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cercada entre a dor e o amor...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trançado, embaraçado, enredado,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ressurgindo como uma fúria</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que conduz a tristeza</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Extraindo duvidas, aniquilando,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que nos teus olhos se apagam</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Como uma cortina que expulsa a luz</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deixando o brilho como uma lembrança</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Da ilusão da entrega da alma... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-74304171400639535252010-05-04T04:27:00.000-07:002010-05-04T04:27:27.115-07:00Te amo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAJkiSZFtyi3IHsd-8jWqP7qtvEMWnp-2V2-xtq_mG6VM7kbXZhdvHhG3g_M5TKlnW4E_ki8sdZADoog_uQDtVDoWA0dRze-fsc21ku_pefpA6MfIeQLBPh-Xy9mEroGJBIS_xsUOvOUe/s1600/outono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAJkiSZFtyi3IHsd-8jWqP7qtvEMWnp-2V2-xtq_mG6VM7kbXZhdvHhG3g_M5TKlnW4E_ki8sdZADoog_uQDtVDoWA0dRze-fsc21ku_pefpA6MfIeQLBPh-Xy9mEroGJBIS_xsUOvOUe/s320/outono.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Presente tu me inspira, delira,</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qualquer segredo eu revelo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">E na tua pele deixo o vestígio</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Impetuoso da minha alma...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que clama e ama sem pudor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorvendo o amor com ardor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nas manhãs frias de outono</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na beleza que confunde o tempo...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu passeio no teu corpo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nas veredas outrora desejadas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">E nunca por mim exploradas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desnudando tua alma te amo...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As paredes criaram vida </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">O cenário, sussurrava, respirava,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se tornando cúmplice do amor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Envolvendo lentamente a mente</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Numa dança harmoniosa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nossos corpos se entrelaçam</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dançando com ardor e amor...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Segredos, suspiros, desejos,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Num toque profundo da emoção</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Entregam-se em partes, suaves,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Outras se revelam como miragem...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-90218062499226109852010-05-01T18:18:00.000-07:002010-05-01T18:19:24.495-07:00Teu toque<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTn4gf4UfXyXgGRepzWUuDKED4foLEkzDWjRG6Na3tBaup3rvBxWkh8mTOb3FbyCeHF9WIg4UljOghSxOsiXwcTi6NXWb4L4DBLaSSNIBoJxhmKs7E4DzyaENopu0m9YIPqhf8BDR7aq_N/s1600/apaixonados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTn4gf4UfXyXgGRepzWUuDKED4foLEkzDWjRG6Na3tBaup3rvBxWkh8mTOb3FbyCeHF9WIg4UljOghSxOsiXwcTi6NXWb4L4DBLaSSNIBoJxhmKs7E4DzyaENopu0m9YIPqhf8BDR7aq_N/s320/apaixonados.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A porta se abriu e seu sorriso coloriu</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Numa melodia a palavra surgiu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Num encantamento substituiu o som</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Teu toque mudo, palavras recusaram.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-59740355174509798592010-04-28T18:08:00.000-07:002010-04-28T18:08:56.535-07:00QUANDO EU TE ENCONTRAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJ9rolhmbuhf0ekJYQzTMiN0DpafN7F_M1qCyjtNARosYElG-rjrmLVwwool4EBTvlDZA-jhUOsCtY3dYBkEQWPh3ZP2BNwxS7wR35P5HC4jj_lUYwJP53bQwaxDeicQRxHe01qhZl0Ib/s1600/abraco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJ9rolhmbuhf0ekJYQzTMiN0DpafN7F_M1qCyjtNARosYElG-rjrmLVwwool4EBTvlDZA-jhUOsCtY3dYBkEQWPh3ZP2BNwxS7wR35P5HC4jj_lUYwJP53bQwaxDeicQRxHe01qhZl0Ib/s320/abraco.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">DUETO: LUIZ GONZAGA BEZERRA E SUSANA GONZALEZ</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Quando eu te encontrar / “Sorrirei com tua chegada... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">O mundo abrira seus braços / Te mostrarei o infinito </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As relvas se levantarão / Sentirei o perfume da paixão </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rugindo de alegria imensurável / E feliz me sentirei </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando eu te encontrar... / Estarei bela para ti... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beijarei seus lábios rosados / Farei teu corpo tremer </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Apertarei com ternura sua alma / No conforto do meu ser </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deitarei na paixão singular.../ Te darei minha emoção... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Murmurarei em teus ouvidos / Decifrarei teus desejos </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Palavras de amor sem igual / Com minha alma falarei </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deixarei as mãos tocarem teu rosto / Com caricias te tocarei </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Descendo por todo o teu corpo. / E teu corpo amarei. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Eu brinco de “poetar”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Querendo apenas minha alma mostrar,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Matreira, faceira, quer dançar,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Insinuante provoca um despertar...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu brinco de “poetar”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Emoções e palavras começam a brotar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para sua pele acariciar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">E te tocar, tocar, tocar...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu brinco de “poetar”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Misturo perfumes e queixumes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Solidão, paixão, razão...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para te amar, dançar, tocar...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Susana Gonzalez</div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-34652489034566634122010-04-28T17:58:00.000-07:002010-04-28T17:58:23.301-07:00Dor<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lembro do teu olhar que me "fazia queimar", e no meu intimo, eu estremecia...E pensei no que eu faria se te perdesse... No mesmo instante, fechei os olhos e resolvi apenas sentir...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-91241519732358594422008-09-07T13:13:00.000-07:002008-09-07T13:17:46.858-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmLYwh_zQhbS2FAaUeglMtmQyzv0nubF8nhNsdQDlcfJIViTiXa57soPrlRdrGqhWpAr5jB2cqijPECD_lpSnwimVSMYl8-6Osg9BCQ4Dfc1dNsTx1PfbSEtfojSTXJEtCEyUnUUs_ZGb/s1600-h/100_3698.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243375740109924050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmLYwh_zQhbS2FAaUeglMtmQyzv0nubF8nhNsdQDlcfJIViTiXa57soPrlRdrGqhWpAr5jB2cqijPECD_lpSnwimVSMYl8-6Osg9BCQ4Dfc1dNsTx1PfbSEtfojSTXJEtCEyUnUUs_ZGb/s320/100_3698.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-37118614055809912552008-09-07T06:01:00.000-07:002010-01-02T06:35:08.008-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwGX4XtYTZ0QFXXADydLYPrK6zBgFf4U_XFbyQ2gLK0FGffZZejUXq4542qRTP824Crc5cN3Lr6b0s1XAprs9Islehu-sy-tHAsf3laFwNgQa7PXZe48_hlmUJvkudkGEeFfMkcmDWuC2/s1600-h/100_3683.jpg"></a> <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-34067736379096778202008-09-07T05:46:00.000-07:002008-09-07T05:46:44.033-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2EYgED26sqxJadvDpdtI-zH8ZUStXSUJcj4ec-SODJar3jWW9x8KBXyxnk8LX00caQ9foQ7KMNVqftplKBCauxAyRn0b19f8rbSrGPkzTW5yn1vBogeL__MfD4_V7cDFvK-B1XRjzGpl/s1600-h/100_3739.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2EYgED26sqxJadvDpdtI-zH8ZUStXSUJcj4ec-SODJar3jWW9x8KBXyxnk8LX00caQ9foQ7KMNVqftplKBCauxAyRn0b19f8rbSrGPkzTW5yn1vBogeL__MfD4_V7cDFvK-B1XRjzGpl/s320/100_3739.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-64797131719504409312008-01-27T05:59:00.000-08:002008-01-27T06:04:51.435-08:00Essência<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvc1QXLT6YBJR9bSL3cgRbw9t7NhDz1bHntbPr91AMcGHN-BBqSdhaDxk0JDPP6sPS6RyOM8wRYnxxncosqmYCyz8us0HOLyWpM9dDGMYJAfKsMQVdGINjhgylVVunBRdJPFShgL3478F/s1600-h/hush2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160156307848838754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvc1QXLT6YBJR9bSL3cgRbw9t7NhDz1bHntbPr91AMcGHN-BBqSdhaDxk0JDPP6sPS6RyOM8wRYnxxncosqmYCyz8us0HOLyWpM9dDGMYJAfKsMQVdGINjhgylVVunBRdJPFShgL3478F/s320/hush2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000000;">Uma parte da minha história te encantou... Ficou bem claro pra ti que já vivi um grande amor! Tudo acabou e minha vida mudou, Deixando sim, marcas da dor... Mas amigo querido, eu te digo, A minha essência está aqui, intacta... Tanto tempo adormecida, Devagar acorda para vida... Aguardando alguém que aprecie a beleza, Da pureza do amor... Não interessa a idade, a aparência, Muito menos a cor...<br />Mas tem que amar e compreender, o meu coração intenso e arrebatador!<br /></span><br /></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-52366353143665551762008-01-27T05:46:00.000-08:002008-01-27T05:52:57.428-08:00Solidão<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbaB6_n_UHBnSOzIEstHMcNKcB36dZ-644D6sNqdnO_M-PjhR5fCMittS_s3lUUoSsruwXFJpjnYPRhZhc4dvLppxXiwK53ZVr1c49TpTCjLJLn0wvNv2aGcQQsL-AHwf0_w9sQPPB-ju/s1600-h/0005g6f3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160152614176964162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbaB6_n_UHBnSOzIEstHMcNKcB36dZ-644D6sNqdnO_M-PjhR5fCMittS_s3lUUoSsruwXFJpjnYPRhZhc4dvLppxXiwK53ZVr1c49TpTCjLJLn0wvNv2aGcQQsL-AHwf0_w9sQPPB-ju/s320/0005g6f3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Por que me persegues?<br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Pressinto tua chegada... Tão sutil, vais te infiltrando, Se alastrando... Se apossando... Meus pensamentos dominando...<br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Por que insistes?<br />Assediando meu coração, Rindo da minha ilusão, Cerceando a esperança... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">De viver uma paixão!<br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Como me livro de ti?<br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Impregnas o meu ser, Me tiras a alegria de viver, Fazes tudo escurecer...<br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Oh, maldita solidão!<br /> </span></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-90230987405046629502008-01-27T05:24:00.000-08:002008-01-27T06:34:31.553-08:00Utopia<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160149010699402802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaf_ctLqed_G_GxsIIOkeV8hnQ9ZsbBSHjcz95fbw8p3HIJCUxH126po2WnPKtvFHezegB6m0B28KPM6TnMI8v2Z4TIPP7nJM-6M7ZmgyenbsjKwmQhNqr8ovkoCDlONDp8IaKmjgHUmYa/s320/rosapreta.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000066;">Face a face com a verdade... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Dita por alguém tão presente... Surgem palavras poéticas, Talvez patéticas! Confrontando minha mente, Que doente se ressente, Luto e fujo, Dessa realidade fria e vazia... Não querendo largar esse mundo... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Onde reina a utopia!</span></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-87948748931055859302008-01-27T05:12:00.000-08:002008-01-27T06:36:02.101-08:00Fuga<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxJi4PAgvPOebBrcbGNM9WuHOkRW36WqQYm7cnbSfQb8tM0bWJtRCaUGqtlMj4lFedWep5zwhpJVLtPHTwpRKZ2olLlrNA2sL66Ev4nhojVVrW6uZ5LMoedXj0h_5IO6B0_cahUVKTfVR/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160145166703672850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxJi4PAgvPOebBrcbGNM9WuHOkRW36WqQYm7cnbSfQb8tM0bWJtRCaUGqtlMj4lFedWep5zwhpJVLtPHTwpRKZ2olLlrNA2sL66Ev4nhojVVrW6uZ5LMoedXj0h_5IO6B0_cahUVKTfVR/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Decidi te encontrar!<br /></div><br /><div>Ansiedade e angustia no olhar Não me seguro, choro, tento escapar...<br />Não quero te ver por inteiro </div><div></div><br /><div>A verdade e o desespero Caminhando juntos Esmagando, causando dor...<br /></div><div>Desisto e tento me libertar Corro tentando alcançar Um lugar longe e seguro Onde não podes me achar!<br /></div><div>Oh minha alma, não quero te encontrar!<br /></div><div>És triste e solitária Não me obrigues a te encarar!</div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-29943314690609777912008-01-27T04:58:00.000-08:002008-01-27T06:35:11.441-08:00Beleza<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcPxF5wAF2tEJEHRd_MxuxijMLMYAy7uAHWkRa9bE64I0SWoSkcXBQuh7t6nBGQ9hZrWkWVx4y-wtPOMI8C8Mi-mKE2ZmR9JbxMycmU_lLvkB2yCH6xBtXpqex_4aX9oqRNFuEJahDVpn/s1600-h/pratu.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160141546046242306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcPxF5wAF2tEJEHRd_MxuxijMLMYAy7uAHWkRa9bE64I0SWoSkcXBQuh7t6nBGQ9hZrWkWVx4y-wtPOMI8C8Mi-mKE2ZmR9JbxMycmU_lLvkB2yCH6xBtXpqex_4aX9oqRNFuEJahDVpn/s320/pratu.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Você falava e eu calava... </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">O teu conhecimento me impressionava !<br /></div><div align="left">Cheia de admiração fui ficando... Te conhecendo, e aos poucos entendendo... </div><div align="left"></div><br />Que adianta talento quando não se tem entendimento?<br />Que adianta conhecer as palavras se elas não vem da alma?<br /><br /><br />Te conhecendo fui percebendo, Que a beleza não está no saber... Mas na simplicidade do ser!<br /><br /><br />Saber sem humildade...É tão somente arrogância! </div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-47474486940409492962007-12-30T04:50:00.000-08:002007-12-30T05:10:42.159-08:00Feliz Ano Novo!!!<span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWPx3o2JGi4INeRdv6B6NaIOSPKAjo7w-_1a3KCWlSnlyDkQwlBIzSGTLJlZpBQy1ahXOS6udIuyTTITDItFwnynUq6XdofUT4uTaVe62MA5UqD_K0Lf0cpKK4edsD5lt1BHdxdNRaYuV/s1600-h/crepusculo_gr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149751634278000706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWPx3o2JGi4INeRdv6B6NaIOSPKAjo7w-_1a3KCWlSnlyDkQwlBIzSGTLJlZpBQy1ahXOS6udIuyTTITDItFwnynUq6XdofUT4uTaVe62MA5UqD_K0Lf0cpKK4edsD5lt1BHdxdNRaYuV/s320/crepusculo_gr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#003300;"><strong>Quero terminar esse ano escrevendo sobre os objetivos alcançados, as lutas vencidas, a família reunida, os sorrisos, as risadas, os amigos, a auto estima recuperada, o coração tão quebrantado, a saída do casulo, a coragem de falar, a autenticidade à mostra, a emoção brotando sem buscar esconderijo, os abraços apertados, os beijos demorados, o resgate dos sonhos, as declarações de amor dos meu amigos, o amor dos meus filhos, a admiração e respeito de quem é conhecida, as lágrimas de emoção, momentos de felicidade, momentos verdadeiros, momentos esperados, momentos vividos, a busca do amadurecimento, a luz.... <span style="font-size:130%;">JESUS !</span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#003300;"><strong>Obrigado à vocês que tem feito diferença na minha vida...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>Amo vocês!!!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><em>Susana Gonzalez</em></span></div><br /><div></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-72151238837573191332007-12-30T04:37:00.000-08:002007-12-30T04:48:45.753-08:00Olhos verdes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bcWHukpzqvEJU5EL7bfZ3foQfaV0Q__WL29ssODd26rugOGcxvhoMGQQujtYUyF_vEzcLShyphenhyphendksNxaLYn5Ml61nlVwXZr2NSw2PJf_FmGnuVzXWUSIaae2eD-VXCA5BEuYtieCuSrse2/s1600-h/1188164966_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149746415892736050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bcWHukpzqvEJU5EL7bfZ3foQfaV0Q__WL29ssODd26rugOGcxvhoMGQQujtYUyF_vEzcLShyphenhyphendksNxaLYn5Ml61nlVwXZr2NSw2PJf_FmGnuVzXWUSIaae2eD-VXCA5BEuYtieCuSrse2/s320/1188164966_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Olhos verdes reluzentes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Quando te vi, sorri...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Cantei, chorei, me emocionei...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Seu chorinho me enternecia</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Sua pele tão macia</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Apertava contra meu peito</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Cantei, chorei, me emocionei...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Louvei ao Senhor</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Que me presenteou</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Com a mais linda menininha</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Cantei, chorei, me emocionei...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Hoje crescida</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Não perdeu seu olhar reluzente</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Com seu sorriso brejeiro</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">E carinhos insistentes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Me faz cantar,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Chorar,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Me emocionar...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#330033;">Susana Gonzalez</span></em></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101829179108428405.post-60052710427214347862007-12-30T04:19:00.000-08:002007-12-30T04:36:43.027-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPuWTrOk5V7P6XgRsIbrFAiM-syuF6wsje8CyN5bvfMeLjiE1QF_xeupUKdyR0ZD2RTwzo5nf2klGfgkljao_xA9bgdAR3qq0uiE9QqQ6G7WywyCAGko-AEKbTD_yaAVS6rQpZVpdhfRu/s1600-h/pratu.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149743946286540834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPuWTrOk5V7P6XgRsIbrFAiM-syuF6wsje8CyN5bvfMeLjiE1QF_xeupUKdyR0ZD2RTwzo5nf2klGfgkljao_xA9bgdAR3qq0uiE9QqQ6G7WywyCAGko-AEKbTD_yaAVS6rQpZVpdhfRu/s320/pratu.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>mamaesusanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116787895315770740noreply@blogger.com0