tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34701924103351505202011-09-19T07:11:12.459-07:00retalhos esquecidos, quase abandonados, perdidos, encurtados, resumidos, rasgados e contados pela rouca voz da desilusão. Contos espremidos, mini-contos, liquidação de palavras, sintéticos, sopros de letras soltas que vêm e vão...Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-92054564171591977642010-12-22T05:46:00.000-08:002010-12-22T05:47:26.606-08:00O corpo ao lado indicava que seria um começo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-9205456417159197764?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-39462750049828837012010-07-31T20:05:00.000-07:002010-07-31T20:08:08.342-07:00Depois do AVC não suportava mais se olhar no espelho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-3946275004982883701?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-51476124459754239042010-07-29T11:48:00.001-07:002010-07-29T11:48:34.136-07:00Choravam as flores da laranjeira.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-5147612445975423904?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-3109228945221972352010-04-15T19:05:00.000-07:002010-04-15T19:06:50.737-07:00Continua sorrindo por aí levando a vida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-310922894522197235?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-90983750766703771532009-08-05T14:12:00.000-07:002009-08-05T14:13:27.628-07:00Nem contate, vá chegando.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-9098375076670377153?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-6145520260045154282009-06-01T19:10:00.000-07:002009-06-01T19:12:57.676-07:00Eterna foragida, esta bandida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-614552026004515428?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-63223958209145738212009-05-27T07:12:00.000-07:002009-05-27T07:13:06.845-07:00Vocês são muitos, eu quase nada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-6322395820914573821?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-88589778757199942212009-04-16T14:30:00.000-07:002009-04-16T14:32:35.217-07:00Depois de dias, o telefone toca.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-8858977875719994221?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-32488800701115546922009-04-14T14:16:00.000-07:002009-04-14T14:17:11.405-07:00É esperar sem saber o quanto, é esperançar sem saber o que.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-3248880070111554692?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-86768816027768774722009-01-28T05:29:00.001-08:002009-01-28T05:29:51.264-08:00Ele continua lá. Você não.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-8676881602776877472?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-88440507109132394632009-01-12T12:27:00.000-08:002009-01-12T12:29:15.195-08:00Minhas mãos não suportaram a força da velha foice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-8844050710913239463?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-76149929624143579352008-12-04T04:47:00.000-08:002008-12-04T04:48:07.496-08:00É quase impossível manter descerradas as pálpebras, que exaustas, anseiam descansar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-7614992962414357935?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-91984041389752145822008-12-02T04:21:00.000-08:002008-12-02T04:22:16.367-08:00A única coisa a fazer é esperar à beira do leito, enquanto o tempo se encarrega de tudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-9198404138975214582?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-87781852772963784502008-11-04T12:20:00.001-08:002008-11-04T12:20:46.094-08:00Áridos estão meus lábios pela escassez dos beijos teus.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-8778185277296378450?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-86731062816049815942008-11-03T13:02:00.000-08:002008-11-03T13:03:33.994-08:00Não devia ter falado tão perto do espelho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-8673106281604981594?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-71494705841398213152008-11-02T16:03:00.000-08:002008-11-02T16:07:51.428-08:00Não é só a cara do domingo que é de velório, também é Dia de finados.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-7149470584139821315?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-72418353110971106742008-10-06T14:15:00.000-07:002008-10-06T14:16:39.598-07:00Meus olhos suicidaram-se por não mais te ver.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-7241835311097110674?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-60988250451462215832008-09-22T10:57:00.000-07:002008-09-22T10:59:11.418-07:00Aos poucos, punhados de terra fizeram desaparecer o dia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-6098825045146221583?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-9122005758003341292008-07-25T12:48:00.001-07:002008-07-25T12:48:38.994-07:00Os cupins fizeram a festa e nem se importaram com os vermes penetras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-912200575800334129?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-68183003096126146642008-07-24T13:46:00.000-07:002008-07-24T13:47:11.550-07:00Depois de tantos desentendimentos, levou a mão ao pescoço e afrouxou a gravata.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-6818300309612614664?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-55222559253151833702008-07-23T12:00:00.001-07:002008-07-23T12:00:53.903-07:00Dividiram a única refeição do dia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-5522255925315183370?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-19977693199656942022008-07-22T14:15:00.000-07:002008-07-22T14:16:06.492-07:00Abertas as portas para a liquidação.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-1997769319965694202?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-22217864830562655082008-07-04T07:39:00.000-07:002008-07-04T07:41:27.884-07:00Os ponteiros pararam, mas mesmo assim amanheceu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-2221786483056265508?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-77654384453788534222008-07-03T06:22:00.000-07:002008-07-03T06:24:06.369-07:00Fiel divã do rejeitado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-7765438445378853422?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-67734996635397958492008-04-29T11:00:00.001-07:002008-04-29T11:00:55.591-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Se avistar um por aí, me avise.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-6773499663539795849?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-65611970714371489042008-04-28T13:35:00.000-07:002008-04-28T13:36:10.052-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Remédio para qualquer dor de cotovelo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-6561197071437148904?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-34367387331830783702008-04-25T13:54:00.001-07:002008-04-25T13:54:56.580-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Precisava atravessar o rio, mas não sabia nadar.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-3436738733183078370?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-14538690807495290682008-02-18T12:15:00.000-08:002008-02-18T12:17:47.899-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fecharam a tampa.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-1453869080749529068?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-84997532910214937522008-01-07T11:42:00.000-08:002008-01-07T11:43:04.538-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O sebo cerrou os lábios e derreteu os beijos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-8499753291021493752?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-57384503632871780292007-12-11T05:01:00.000-08:002007-12-11T05:03:06.519-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Quando percebeu já estava frito.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-5738450363287178029?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-47375092552464013652007-12-04T10:09:00.000-08:002007-12-04T10:10:20.007-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> Pena que debaixo da terra ninguém podia notar.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-4737509255246401365?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-5718586834274316172007-11-30T04:36:00.000-08:002007-11-30T04:38:32.313-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Fiel companheira, sempre está ao meu lado.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-571858683427431617?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-15618747356885686482007-11-28T04:45:00.000-08:002007-11-28T04:46:10.361-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Nada mais se ouviu desde que ela o levou para o banho.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-1561874735688568648?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-78951093365754428862007-11-28T04:43:00.000-08:002007-11-28T04:44:57.487-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Antes de perder por completo os sentidos ainda ouviu mais uma vez o chicote valsando em suas costas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-7895109336575442886?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-57799160406286150392007-11-27T12:01:00.000-08:002007-11-27T12:02:35.329-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Apagou as velas do bolo de aniversário.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-5779916040628615039?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-57347972382632149672007-11-27T12:00:00.000-08:002007-11-27T12:01:45.844-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ébrio, caiu na cova aberta e adormeceu.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-5734797238263214967?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-63887212673821981392007-11-26T12:28:00.000-08:002007-11-26T12:29:33.637-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Estranha foi a sensação de ver seus pés da altura dos olhos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-6388721267382198139?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-76462153081703394452007-11-26T04:08:00.000-08:002007-11-26T04:09:00.850-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Não me reconheci no espelho.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-7646215308170339445?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-49330412577606673552007-11-23T09:16:00.000-08:002007-11-23T09:17:48.069-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Enfim realizou o desejo do rosto coberto com o tule branco rendado, mas o padre não disse enfim sós.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-4933041257760667355?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-15474791763347971812007-11-23T05:44:00.000-08:002007-11-23T05:45:03.464-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">É sentir gelado o corpo que um dia nos aqueceu.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-1547479176334797181?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-38470318021846730382007-11-23T05:43:00.000-08:002007-11-23T05:44:20.216-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Não agüentei esperar a exumação. Roubei o corpo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-3847031802184673038?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-45415948975209326282007-11-23T05:42:00.000-08:002007-11-23T05:43:40.137-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Sempre quis ser rei, agora jaz sobre o trono gelado da solidão.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-4541594897520932628?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-40658337769807750442007-11-23T04:06:00.000-08:002007-11-23T04:07:48.670-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Os cupins fizeram a festa e nem se importaram com os vermes penetras.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-4065833776980775044?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-45484422144190066162007-11-22T10:06:00.000-08:002007-11-22T10:07:19.096-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">A face estranha que me sorria<br />Tão plena, lívida e quente<br />Só de lembrar até hoje me arrepia...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-4548442214419006616?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-76094449135154926022007-11-22T05:48:00.000-08:002007-11-22T05:49:36.779-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />Vivo uma busca solitária<br />Procuro alguém que ninguém sabe<br />alguém que ninguém mais viu<br />E na ilusão do copo cheio<br />me perco pelas madrugadas<br />noites vagando por ébrias sombras<br />Risadas perdias em meio ao nada<br />e a certeza refletida em uma poça d’água:<br /> não andamos do mesmo lado da calçada.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-7609444913515492602?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470192410335150520.post-52789703313669250862007-11-22T05:25:00.000-08:002007-11-22T05:41:35.341-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Estéril é a terra em que se plantou a criatividade<br />Caminho por este chão infértil<br />regado pelo o que ainda resta<br />do suor de teu rosto em minhas mãos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470192410335150520-5278970331366925086?l=cintiarosangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cíntia Rosângelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17292679321339149804noreply@blogger.com0