tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48036645399688729722024-03-13T20:10:49.480-07:00Linda BarrosLinda Barroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758379598801993734noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803664539968872972.post-55241442745649784332011-04-21T08:01:00.000-07:002011-04-21T08:05:00.021-07:00NA PONTA DA LÍNGUA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCPQLcnU21Q/TbBG6rvZtUI/AAAAAAAAACo/jn7gtmAzxow/s1600/capa%2Bl%25C3%25ADngua.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCPQLcnU21Q/TbBG6rvZtUI/AAAAAAAAACo/jn7gtmAzxow/s400/capa%2Bl%25C3%25ADngua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598052310809425218" border="0" /></a>para ler o livro, clique <a href="http://www.joseneres.kit.net/jose_neres,_dicionario.pdf">AQUI</a>.<br /><br />Obrigada pela visitaLinda Barroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758379598801993734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803664539968872972.post-58556765454782621462011-01-26T17:41:00.000-08:002011-01-26T17:43:23.757-08:00Pensamento<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L8D2BeM90gw/TUDNh5Aux5I/AAAAAAAAACU/v3i8Rey-vQc/s1600/pensamento%2B2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L8D2BeM90gw/TUDNh5Aux5I/AAAAAAAAACU/v3i8Rey-vQc/s400/pensamento%2B2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566675121553196946" border="0" /></a>Linda Barroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758379598801993734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803664539968872972.post-39295379793424369682009-03-19T09:23:00.000-07:002009-03-19T09:34:54.922-07:00UM DIA, UM ADEUS!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8D2BeM90gw/ScJzSeIBYbI/AAAAAAAAABY/MmbpXSn43fY/s1600-h/maraca%C3%A7um%C3%A9+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314937271412154802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8D2BeM90gw/ScJzSeIBYbI/AAAAAAAAABY/MmbpXSn43fY/s400/maraca%C3%A7um%C3%A9+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Esta é uma pequena homenagem a uma das pessoas mais espetaculares que conheci, o nosso querido Professor MOSCOSO MAIA<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">UM DIA, UM ADEUS </span></strong><br />Lindalva Barros<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Na pressa da vida<br />Vaga o dia.<br />Na lentidão das nuvens<br />Correm as esperanças.<br />No clarão do céu,<br />Somem as angústias.<br />Na escuridão do quarto,<br />JAZ uma luz.<br /><br /></span></div>Linda Barroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758379598801993734noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803664539968872972.post-88080812838788375252009-02-22T07:24:00.000-08:002009-02-22T07:27:49.114-08:00DOR<br /><br />A dor que<br />dói na alma<br />não é a mesma<br />a mesma que se sente<br />A dor que<br />dói na alma<br />é a mesma<br />que desalenta!Linda Barroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758379598801993734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803664539968872972.post-50887947080547130812009-02-22T07:13:00.000-08:002009-02-22T07:23:29.755-08:00UM POEMA<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L8D2BeM90gw/SaFtOyfOILI/AAAAAAAAABA/mc0WjW5P6pQ/s1600-h/moto_0161.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305641936857473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L8D2BeM90gw/SaFtOyfOILI/AAAAAAAAABA/mc0WjW5P6pQ/s400/moto_0161.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Um só dia</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um só dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um só amanhecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um só dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um só entardecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um só dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um só escrever</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um só dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um só desaparecer</strong>.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Linda Barroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758379598801993734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803664539968872972.post-33359853718016625432009-02-09T18:08:00.000-08:002009-02-09T18:10:02.796-08:00UM POEMA<strong><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:180%;">NASCE O DIA</span><br /></span></strong>Lindalva Barros<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Nasce o dia<br />E com ele<br />A razão, o esplendor<br />A saudade vazia<br /><br />Nasce o sol<br />E com ele<br />O manto desvelado<br />A sensação de estar só<br /><br />Vai-se o dia<br />Vai-se o sol<br />Mas não apaga<br />Angústia vazia</span>Linda Barroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758379598801993734noreply@blogger.com2