tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340964242011-10-11T04:30:03.192-03:00Há momentos em que sentimentos e idéias tomam a forma das palavras. Fragmentos é o registro de momentos assim em que Hannah Abraão se sobrepõe à sua criadora e liberta seus sentidos com jogos de palavras.Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.comBlogger1841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-10228612997226262672007-09-17T15:14:00.001-03:002007-09-17T15:15:46.097-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ru7EMUc4lXI/AAAAAAAAASY/G_PD3GGSubY/s1600-h/china.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ru7EMUc4lXI/AAAAAAAAASY/G_PD3GGSubY/s320/china.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111238343039423858" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />Coração podado<br />sorriso cortado<br />soluços<span style="color:maroon;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1022861299722626267?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-90187404509708524982007-09-17T15:10:00.001-03:002007-09-17T15:11:21.970-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ru7DNUc4lWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CATsDtoQvqU/s1600-h/luxuria.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ru7DNUc4lWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CATsDtoQvqU/s320/luxuria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111237260707665250" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />há preguiça no arrependimento<br />por atiçar tua gula<br />em meu desejo de luxúria...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-9018740450970852498?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-87573041637693843502007-09-11T10:20:00.001-03:002007-09-11T10:20:43.533-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RuaWIioMYUI/AAAAAAAAARc/k1p5TFer2bg/s1600-h/campari.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RuaWIioMYUI/AAAAAAAAARc/k1p5TFer2bg/s320/campari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108935900776915266" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />são lábios rosados<br />e um beijo em vermelho<br />campari com gelo<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8757304163769384350?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-6663428012209194352007-08-08T17:08:00.001-03:002007-08-08T17:08:57.137-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RroixWzPdqI/AAAAAAAAARU/v70zb3ZyXAw/s1600-h/fuma%C3%A7a+cigarro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RroixWzPdqI/AAAAAAAAARU/v70zb3ZyXAw/s320/fuma%C3%A7a+cigarro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096424159652574882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:blue;" >água que secou<br />- meus olhos de lágrimas -<br />e a vontade de um cigarro. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-666342801220919435?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-9733432544885442022007-08-05T13:54:00.001-03:002007-08-05T13:56:08.340-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RrYA6mzPdpI/AAAAAAAAARM/A13zkAODTFQ/s1600-h/flor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RrYA6mzPdpI/AAAAAAAAARM/A13zkAODTFQ/s320/flor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095261035264177810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Em meados de <o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">um outubro qualquer <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">- Case-se comigo! <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">mãos dadas <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">em calçadas de Portugal.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-973343254488544202?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-12284035774997949512007-08-05T13:00:00.000-03:002007-08-05T13:10:20.248-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RrX2YGzPdoI/AAAAAAAAARE/9VEURirk3c8/s1600-h/mulher+saudade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RrX2YGzPdoI/AAAAAAAAARE/9VEURirk3c8/s320/mulher+saudade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095249447442413186" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />Vento trouxe-me saudade<br />e o cheiro dos cabelos dela<br />coração em desmantelo<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1228403577499794951?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-91773911044032762992007-08-01T12:52:00.000-03:002007-08-01T12:53:22.578-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RrCsVWzPdnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sLmZLviEC3I/s1600-h/MENINO+E+MENINA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RrCsVWzPdnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sLmZLviEC3I/s320/MENINO+E+MENINA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093760661453764210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Arial;">Diálogo de amor:<br /><br />se eu der<br />um beijinho<br />você faz?<br /><br />se me deres<br />um beijinho<br />faço tudo...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-9177391104403276299?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-85354325681319984362007-07-25T21:43:00.000-03:002007-08-07T23:39:32.519-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RqfufmzPdmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9K3pHk2y7nM/s1600-h/PERNAS+MULHER.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RqfufmzPdmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9K3pHk2y7nM/s320/PERNAS+MULHER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091300130524460642" border="0" /></a><b style=""><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></b> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"> </p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>cravam em mim<br />tuas unhas<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">e trêmula, és minha.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" ><br /><br /><span style=""> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8535432568131998436?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-15051843773683573052007-07-05T15:46:00.000-03:002007-07-05T15:50:51.424-03:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ro08zgh9TaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lorLlXPzRvM/s1600-h/PAPEL+RASGADO.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ro08zgh9TaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lorLlXPzRvM/s320/PAPEL+RASGADO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083786409974517154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Versos mudos<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">alma em dor.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Será eterna a saudade?</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:blue;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1505184377368357305?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-34351512761206068672007-07-04T16:38:00.001-03:002007-07-04T16:45:46.260-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rov3XQh9TZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AMPx7V3y2Y4/s1600-h/RIO+MULHER.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rov3XQh9TZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AMPx7V3y2Y4/s320/RIO+MULHER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083428583364185490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">chita molhada</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">- água de riacho -</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">seios convidativos</span></span></span><br /></div><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3435151276120606867?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-18533039651923076182007-07-01T13:18:00.001-03:002007-07-01T13:20:39.085-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RofUCgh9TYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bnEEoTC0sG0/s1600-h/%C3%A1guia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RofUCgh9TYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bnEEoTC0sG0/s320/%C3%A1guia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082263844068085122" border="0" /></a><br />Sinto-me passarinho<span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />sem ninho, mimos,<br /></span>sem destino.<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Tenho o céu como casa<br />nuvens como mobília<br />e asas resistentes...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1853303965192307618?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-33415515506744784242007-07-01T13:09:00.000-03:002007-07-01T13:13:58.258-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RofSvwh9TXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sJB0wMDvU1E/s1600-h/DUAS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RofSvwh9TXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sJB0wMDvU1E/s320/DUAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082262422433910130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></b><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Dá-se o gozo<br />gemidos transpassados.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">A madrugada já não é silenciosa.</span> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3341551550674478424?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-15714570108248057282007-07-01T01:36:00.001-03:002007-07-01T01:36:39.724-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RocvSwh9TVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/o5cdnmFHUZQ/s1600-h/olho+claro+lado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RocvSwh9TVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/o5cdnmFHUZQ/s320/olho+claro+lado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082082703822376274" border="0" /></a><b style=""><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></b> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Se me desnudo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">E tu fechas os olhos,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">corpo em solidão<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1571457010824805728?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-1504304333944749942007-07-01T01:30:00.001-03:002007-07-01T01:31:39.717-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RocuDwh9TUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/43jiSmsK8uE/s1600-h/mulher+e+nuvem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RocuDwh9TUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/43jiSmsK8uE/s320/mulher+e+nuvem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082081346612710722" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">contornos do teu amor<br />- ancas travessas que me despertam -<br />alimento para minha poesia...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-150430433394474994?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-29968972759519834512007-06-27T17:45:00.001-03:002007-06-27T17:48:31.727-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoLM4Qh9TTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/o9TcZMosFxk/s1600-h/olhos+irados.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoLM4Qh9TTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/o9TcZMosFxk/s320/olhos+irados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080848596509478194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" ><br /><br />Cortam-me sorrisos<br />- faíscas da ira -<br />em meus olhos. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2996897275951983451?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-71594626662081996922007-06-27T17:19:00.000-03:002007-06-27T17:37:43.360-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoLKOgh9TSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sja_pM3VPQY/s1600-h/M%C3%83O+E+BOCA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoLKOgh9TSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sja_pM3VPQY/s320/M%C3%83O+E+BOCA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080845680226684194" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Se tu não sabes<br />como eu também não sei</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">por que insistes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">em não viver ao meu lado?</span><br /><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Se tu não sabes<br />como eu também não sei<br />por que ainda insistes?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />Por quê?! <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7159462666208199692?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-53112811889852464552007-06-26T23:05:00.000-03:002007-06-26T23:36:30.150-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoHMewh9TRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YEMBB2aBDbk/s1600-h/velha+sono.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoHMewh9TRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YEMBB2aBDbk/s320/velha+sono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080566683446103314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Noite<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">sonhos em tormenta <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">corpo dorido <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">alma pungente.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5311281188985246455?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-16065785455086537762007-06-25T17:53:00.000-03:002007-06-26T23:37:28.823-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoAtAwx7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/V6D4RNOWfro/s1600-h/deitada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoAtAwx7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/V6D4RNOWfro/s320/deitada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080109870791485154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" >meu corpo pede o teu<br />- sentidos despertos -<br />sozinha, lençóis frios. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1606578545508653776?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-14411183219965714682007-06-25T16:43:00.000-03:002007-06-25T17:18:49.226-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoAiQQx7ZsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/onH9u-J6o_M/s1600-h/tunel+solid%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RoAiQQx7ZsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/onH9u-J6o_M/s320/tunel+solid%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080098042451551938" border="0" /></a>Eu.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> dor insana<br /> - infinito, mansidão -<br /> a solidão do escuro.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1441118321996571468?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-77122005263216920272007-06-15T13:24:00.000-03:002007-06-15T13:25:44.760-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnK9ggx7ZmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZmqAWVQ9a2w/s1600-h/MULHERES.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnK9ggx7ZmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZmqAWVQ9a2w/s320/MULHERES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076328096252782178" /></a><br /><br />tuas palavras, meus gemidos<br />avanço-te em louco frenesi<br />e são leves os sorrisos da calmaria que vem depois...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7712200526321692027?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-27173796572432229132007-06-15T13:20:00.000-03:002007-06-15T13:22:49.747-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnK80Ax7ZlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cslTkBjk6mY/s1600-h/duas+com+raiva.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnK80Ax7ZlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cslTkBjk6mY/s320/duas+com+raiva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076327331748603474" /></a><br /><br />Há horas de palavras<br />- palavra que nem honra -<br />maldito o inventor do orgulho!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2717379657243222913?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-52855453694108029612007-06-14T12:46:00.001-03:002007-06-15T13:14:47.007-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnFi6Qx7ZkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EDcpuvtUFN4/s1600-h/05.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnFi6Qx7ZkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EDcpuvtUFN4/s320/05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075947008099575362" /></a><br /><br />Acenda-me<br />na ponta da língua<br />meu prazer, em tuas mãos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5285545369410802961?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-207716071309408222007-06-14T12:40:00.001-03:002007-06-14T12:41:06.988-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnFhjAx7ZjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3HuMx3eZM80/s1600-h/asadelta.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnFhjAx7ZjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3HuMx3eZM80/s320/asadelta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075945509155989042" /></a><br /><br />Assumo o risco<br />do delírio <br />em querer-te plena!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-20771607130940822?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-23032987310425321952007-06-14T12:30:00.001-03:002007-06-14T12:31:15.452-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnFfOwx7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3lLhJyUVFLY/s1600-h/LEN%C3%87OL.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RnFfOwx7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3lLhJyUVFLY/s320/LEN%C3%87OL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075942962240382498" /></a><br /><br />Ebulição de desejos<br />anuncia<br />o cume do relógio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2303298731042532195?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-75219058929377081382007-06-13T10:38:00.000-03:002007-06-13T10:40:37.146-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rm_zkQx7ZhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/g1oATVnWPkQ/s1600-h/pregui%C3%A7a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rm_zkQx7ZhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/g1oATVnWPkQ/s320/pregui%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075543109375059474" /></a><br />De olhos fechados<br />- manhas matinais -<br />há sorriso nos lábios. <br /><br />Parece preguiça, <br />mas é luxúria.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7521905892937708138?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-76240105286031600032007-06-12T17:56:00.000-03:002007-06-12T17:58:35.998-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rm8I8Qx7ZgI/AAAAAAAAANs/bPnMJO3r6xs/s1600-h/FLOR+E+MULHER.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rm8I8Qx7ZgI/AAAAAAAAANs/bPnMJO3r6xs/s320/FLOR+E+MULHER.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075285136459392514" /></a><br />teu cheiro<br /><br />na pele suada<br />de tantos olores<br />após o amor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7624010528603160003?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-89170370938793043382007-06-12T17:52:00.001-03:002007-06-12T17:54:14.273-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rm8Hmgx7ZfI/AAAAAAAAANk/-SdGkQyGvtk/s1600-h/ABRA%C3%87O2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rm8Hmgx7ZfI/AAAAAAAAANk/-SdGkQyGvtk/s320/ABRA%C3%87O2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075283663285609970" /></a><br />teu abraço<br /><br />enlaço de minha alma <br />em teus braços<br />de mulher<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8917037093879304338?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-89689903785297411992007-06-12T17:36:00.000-03:002007-06-12T17:47:32.746-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rm8GSgx7ZeI/AAAAAAAAANc/QE4yqtFDVdY/s1600-h/MENINO+MAO+NO+CH%C3%83O.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rm8GSgx7ZeI/AAAAAAAAANc/QE4yqtFDVdY/s320/MENINO+MAO+NO+CH%C3%83O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075282220176598498" /></a><br /><br />a promessa<br /><br />se sempre<br />silêncio<br />ai de mim esperança.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8968990378529741199?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-39744545773668174872007-06-08T12:09:00.000-03:002007-06-08T12:59:18.933-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rml8Hwx7ZdI/AAAAAAAAANU/qInpdo0fac4/s1600-h/MACA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rml8Hwx7ZdI/AAAAAAAAANU/qInpdo0fac4/s320/MACA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073722928004818386" /></a><br />Não há leitos e a maca é fria. Minha camisa... Involuntariamente faz o gesto de quem quer fechar uma camisa de botões. Todos de branco andam rápido, exceto o cara que conversa com a moça encostado no balcão. Ele parece à vontade e conta uma piada qualquer. A moça sorri, tem um coque no cabelo e olhos claros. Um anjo talvez... Lábios secos, sede. No frio também se tem sede... A mão na barriga está úmida. Mas sangue não mata sede. Era verde-clara a camisa de botões que ganhara da filha caçula. Tinha feito 57 anos no domingo. Hoje era domingo também. Não entende como as coisas são tão rápidas. O mundo no passado parece mais lento... Lembra que a cachaça amargou no primeiro gole. Sempre é assim: a cana amarga até anestesiar a garganta. Depois parece água. Desce rápido e você fica lento no mundo apressado. As costas estão frias também, adormeceram na maca. Tanto melhor, quando se faz parte do frio, o frio é menos gelado. Gelo... Movimento brusco, alguém fala rápido - seqüências de palavras; procedimentos médicos de emergência necessitam palavras rápidas - empurra a maca e ele se move deitado; esquisito se mover deitado. O mundo parece de ponta cabeça, um mundo de cabeça pra baixo, mas ainda apressado. A porta! Achou que bateria, mas não. Ainda vê a porta balançando. Eram portinholas brancas, sem trinco nem fechadura. Dói quando o mudam de lugar. Há luzes, muitas luzes e um cara de máscara. O golpe foi certeiro, inesperado e rápido. Ele estava lento, à vontade - contava piada, bebia cana que nem água - e sorria, mas não havia moças de olhos claros. Não entendera exatamente o motivo. Algo sobre o time de futebol do coração e o jogo com o rival e a piada que contava. Era um menino, meu Deus. Uma criança com faca na mão! Ainda ouviu o grito da filha. Viera chamá-lo pro almoço. Não gostava da filha em bar, mesmo que fosse o bar da esquina de casa. Ia chamar sua atenção, mas o golpe certeiro, preciso e rápido... oportuno. Apagou. <br /><br />Edward, um amigo visitante<span style="font-style:italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3974454577366817487?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-15048276301617330302007-06-05T09:43:00.001-03:002007-06-05T09:44:13.935-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmValAx7ZcI/AAAAAAAAANM/sLQWzyKMzLM/s1600-h/CALCINHA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmValAx7ZcI/AAAAAAAAANM/sLQWzyKMzLM/s320/CALCINHA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072560147213804994" /></a><br />sinto nas entranhas<br />castra-me o desejo<br />teu cinto de castidade.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1504827630161733030?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-16361303199920424642007-06-05T09:36:00.001-03:002007-06-05T09:37:11.366-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVY7Qx7ZbI/AAAAAAAAANE/uqNLvm5WB-Q/s1600-h/ROSTO+COLORIDO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVY7Qx7ZbI/AAAAAAAAANE/uqNLvm5WB-Q/s320/ROSTO+COLORIDO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072558330442638770" /></a><br />sou tantos "ses"<br />que se me lembro<br />perco-me neles...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Klycia Fontenele)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1636130319992042464?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-63381470750031720592007-06-05T09:23:00.000-03:002007-06-05T09:26:12.146-03:00Os poetrix abaixo são de uma brincadeira com nome de livros e filmes de um dos tópicos da comunidade "Em Três Versos Todo um Sentimento" (orkut)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVWBAx7ZZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/C5lAXPyUTbs/s1600-h/PUTA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVWBAx7ZZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/C5lAXPyUTbs/s320/PUTA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072555130692003218" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />“O AMOR NOS TEMPOS DO CÓLERA”</span><br />Nas "Memórias de Minhas Putas Tristes"<br />- "Cem Anos de Solidão" -<br />"Eu", "O Coiote". <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVWPQx7ZaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZzY5Rhz-qkI/s1600-h/MORTE+PAISAGEM.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVWPQx7ZaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZzY5Rhz-qkI/s320/MORTE+PAISAGEM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072555375505139106" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“O ENCONTRO MARCADO”</span><br />entre "As Intermitências da Morte"<br />transformo-me n”O Pequeno Príncipe” <br />eu, numa "Jangada de Pedra"... <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">DE EDWARD</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-6338147075003172059?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-90276744316972880412007-06-05T09:11:00.000-03:002007-06-05T09:17:00.930-03:00Os poetrix abaixo são de uma brincadeira com nome de livros e filmes de um dos tópicos da comunidade "Em Três Versos Todo um Sentimento" (orkut)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVTUAx7ZXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wurAXOTISWk/s1600-h/BOCA+SUOR.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVTUAx7ZXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wurAXOTISWk/s320/BOCA+SUOR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072552158574634354" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“SENHORA” MINHA</span><br />“As Pequenas Memórias”<br />do teu “Suor” <br />impregnam minhas narinas. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVUJwx7ZYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9PF72xGZ2dM/s1600-h/M%C3%83OS+E+FLORES.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmVUJwx7ZYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9PF72xGZ2dM/s320/M%C3%83OS+E+FLORES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072553081992603010" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">AS MENINAS</span><br />NAS TUAS MÃOS, O PERFUME<br />- carne e alma saciadas -<br />interminável BRINCADEIRA.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-9027674431697288041?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-85824683242093793462007-06-05T00:06:00.000-03:002007-06-05T00:24:57.408-03:00Os poetrix abaixo são de uma brincadeira com nome de livros e filmes de um dos tópicos da comunidade "Em Três Versos Todo um Sentimento" (orkut)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmTUxQx7ZVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K_cOwZbSIsU/s1600-h/Gulliver.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmTUxQx7ZVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K_cOwZbSIsU/s320/Gulliver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072413023109080402" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">AS AVENTURAS DE GULLIVER</span><br />Brincadeiras lilliputianas<br />- "O Menino do Dedo Verde" -<br />em "Histórias de Mamãe Ganso"! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmTVhAx7ZWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wMzc8XZOnIA/s1600-h/A+Novi%C3%A7a+rebelde.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RmTVhAx7ZWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wMzc8XZOnIA/s320/A+Novi%C3%A7a+rebelde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072413843447833954" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“PRENDA-ME SE FOR CAPAZ”</span><br />Pode ser contido “O Grito”,<br />mas o “Coração Valente” da “Noviça Rebelde”<br />mantém vivo “Um Sonho de Liberdade”!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">DE SARAH AMIN</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8582468324209379346?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-38890537132103524862007-05-19T14:57:00.000-03:002007-05-19T14:59:30.725-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rk863XPOjKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ht729VHKCtQ/s1600-h/estrelaagua.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rk863XPOjKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ht729VHKCtQ/s320/estrelaagua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066332828620197026" /></a><br />Vasculho teus segredos<br />em mim, <br />estrelas em reverso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3889053713210352486?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-45453771427915907642007-05-17T11:04:00.000-03:002007-05-17T11:29:50.148-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rkxmz3POjJI/AAAAAAAAAME/VM37rcwgbJ0/s1600-h/caozinha.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rkxmz3POjJI/AAAAAAAAAME/VM37rcwgbJ0/s320/caozinha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065536722072145042" /></a><br />enquanto o feijão não cheira<br />- tua boca em mim -<br />desejo atendido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-4545377142791590764?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-14095083964844386092007-05-17T10:35:00.000-03:002007-05-17T10:38:49.452-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rkxa3HPOjII/AAAAAAAAAL8/RAFKdIGPsPM/s1600-h/ponteiros.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rkxa3HPOjII/AAAAAAAAAL8/RAFKdIGPsPM/s320/ponteiros.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065523583767186562" /></a><br />Noite quente, <br />céu quieto<br /><br />lamento as horas <br />que de ti me separam <br /><br />onde estão teus sons de amor?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1409508396484438609?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-44475368135793661152007-05-17T10:28:00.000-03:002007-05-17T10:29:47.812-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkxYwHPOjHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yOpBJ2vXo3o/s1600-h/TRAVESSEIRO+MULHER.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkxYwHPOjHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yOpBJ2vXo3o/s320/TRAVESSEIRO+MULHER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065521264484846706" /></a><br />Horas incertas<br />são traquinagens no travesseiro<br />e já vai alta a madrugada! (Hannah)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-4447536813579366115?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-12263202530895268072007-05-13T01:30:00.000-03:002007-05-13T01:44:17.063-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkaXSLNpaBI/AAAAAAAAALs/VjU8egZWJOI/s1600-h/gravidez1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkaXSLNpaBI/AAAAAAAAALs/VjU8egZWJOI/s320/gravidez1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063901169528170514" /></a><br />Estranha-me<br />- teu ventre arredondado –<br />a vida que dele brota<br /><br />aflora<br />curiosa e necessária<br />maternidade.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Edward, o amigo visitante</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1226320253089526807?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-51444972270180291002007-05-13T01:07:00.000-03:002007-05-13T01:29:53.391-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkaUG7NpaAI/AAAAAAAAALk/_VQmcwNbRG0/s1600-h/M%C3%83O+DE+M%C3%83E.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkaUG7NpaAI/AAAAAAAAALk/_VQmcwNbRG0/s320/M%C3%83O+DE+M%C3%83E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063897677719758850" /></a><br />teu ventre,<br />a primeira morada<br />de um rebento <br />que rasga tuas entranhas...<br /><br />madrecita, <br />mama mia, <br />mamãe<br /><br />- tantas maneiras de chamar o amor -<br /><br />liberta dos nove meses de espera<br />és cativa da sina <br />por amar incondicionalmente...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Sarah Amin</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5144497227018029100?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-54624534827355669662007-05-13T01:06:00.000-03:002007-05-13T01:07:32.875-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkaO97NpZ_I/AAAAAAAAALc/zp422MOmSGk/s1600-h/on%C3%A7a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkaO97NpZ_I/AAAAAAAAALc/zp422MOmSGk/s320/on%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063892025542797298" /></a><br />Mãe é faro<br />atento cuidado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5462453482735566966?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-18960344526156813032007-05-13T00:27:00.000-03:002007-05-13T00:29:29.564-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkaF77NpZ-I/AAAAAAAAALU/2SPIetnsPUs/s1600-h/nudez+curva.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkaF77NpZ-I/AAAAAAAAALU/2SPIetnsPUs/s320/nudez+curva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063882095578408930" /></a><br />que pra ti <br />eu me revelo inteira!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1896034452615681303?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-34420051464114958092007-05-12T11:55:00.000-03:002007-05-12T12:22:59.768-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkXbXLNpZ9I/AAAAAAAAALM/-crQkHv0XUw/s1600-h/cinema.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkXbXLNpZ9I/AAAAAAAAALM/-crQkHv0XUw/s320/cinema.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063694547241494482" /></a><br /><br />Tela branca<br />sala escura<br />lágrimas em exposição...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3442005146411495809?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-78150307237397746252007-05-11T14:47:00.000-03:002007-05-11T14:48:09.387-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkSsSrNpZ8I/AAAAAAAAALE/IHXp_TVc5Lc/s1600-h/LUA+LOBO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkSsSrNpZ8I/AAAAAAAAALE/IHXp_TVc5Lc/s320/LUA+LOBO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063361317908867010" /></a><br />Se sono, colo<br />se choro, braço<br />se fome, boca<br /><br />se pele, sexo<br />se olho, belo<br /><br />Se sexo, boca<br />se pele, fome<br />se colo, choro<br /><br />se sono, olho<br />se braço, belo<br /><br />Se colo, braço<br />se fome, sexo<br />se belo, choro<br /><br />se olho, pele<br />se sono, boca...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7815030723739774625?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-63669875894684891222007-05-11T14:38:00.000-03:002007-05-11T14:40:22.775-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkSqaLNpZ7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/BleGv0Hvls0/s1600-h/PECADO+ROSTO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkSqaLNpZ7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/BleGv0Hvls0/s320/PECADO+ROSTO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063359247734630322" /></a><br />Traduz-me com tua ira<br />insana mágoa<br />que se alastra<br /><br />traduz-me do teu jeito<br />que meu peito devasta<br /><br />Traduz-me em teu orgulho<br />veneno<br />que te paralisa<br /><br />traduz-me e me fere<br />meu coração em agulhas.<br /><br />Traduz meu amor<br />por nada<br />tua preguiça maior que tua gula...<br /><br />Traduz-me, traduz-me,<br />traduz-me, traduz-me<br />traduz-me<br /><br />tira-me da luxúria<br />dos teus braços<br />do meu amor sôfrego<br />que te cobiça!<br /><br />e como é feio ter inveja dos outros...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-6366987589468489122?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-7368618171966522812007-05-10T13:06:00.000-03:002007-05-10T13:16:04.321-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkNFBLNpZ6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bM7hlqDRTxc/s1600-h/FLOR+CAINDO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkNFBLNpZ6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bM7hlqDRTxc/s320/FLOR+CAINDO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062966292586784674" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aninha-me em teus braços<br />e acalma <br />meu coração revolto.<br /><br />Amar-te: minha escolha <br />mais acertada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-736861817196652281?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-20422558871170561722007-05-10T13:04:00.000-03:002007-05-10T13:05:59.142-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkNC27NpZ5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jIiBkdmrrrQ/s1600-h/rosto.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkNC27NpZ5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jIiBkdmrrrQ/s320/rosto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062963917469869970" /></a><br />difuso<br />obscuro<br />opaco. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Edward, nem tão amigo...)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2042255887117056172?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-19920072940647849802007-05-10T12:10:00.000-03:002007-05-10T12:46:53.377-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkM-SbNpZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rHPtJ9aX1og/s1600-h/marverde.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkM-SbNpZ4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rHPtJ9aX1og/s320/marverde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062958892358133634" /></a><br />verdejante é o mar<br />que banha minha fortaleza<br />íris paterna... <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Sarah Amin, em conversas com Hannah)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1992007294064784980?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-45384772348678062532007-05-08T15:05:00.000-03:002007-05-08T15:07:26.141-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkC8PrNpZ3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/dKUo67dAdsU/s1600-h/2mulheres.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkC8PrNpZ3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/dKUo67dAdsU/s320/2mulheres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062252958648461170" /></a><br />é de amor <br />o caso<br /><br />da tua pele <br />com a minha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-4538477234867806253?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-68234538040054318822007-05-08T09:38:00.000-03:002007-05-08T09:42:08.111-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkBwBrNpZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/dc49yfMEjQQ/s1600-h/MULHER.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkBwBrNpZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/dc49yfMEjQQ/s320/MULHER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062169155246581586" /></a><br /><br />agarro-me ao céu de tua boca<br />e uma centelha de felicidade <br />revive em mim...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-6823453804005431882?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-52421963647595354142007-05-08T09:28:00.000-03:002007-05-08T09:38:21.230-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkBvMbNpZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/k_p4YeANvBY/s1600-h/BEIJO+ROUBADO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkBvMbNpZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/k_p4YeANvBY/s320/BEIJO+ROUBADO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062168240418547522" /></a><br /><br />Se noite quente, <br />tempo parado em abraços <br />de um beijo roubado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5242196364759535414?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-41941962366329709542007-05-06T17:23:00.000-03:002007-05-06T17:32:05.903-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rj46wp37CYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aAy0XlmApyA/s1600-h/MENINA+DE+SAIA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rj46wp37CYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aAy0XlmApyA/s320/MENINA+DE+SAIA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061547638759557506" /></a><br />Menina que mimo tanto<br />que tão mimada ficou<br />não sei se foi instinto<br />mas meu amor tu desabrochaste.<br /><br />Encanta-me teus mimos<br />de carinhos de menina<br />mas, mimada não poderias<br />jamais ser somente minha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-4194196236632970954?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-66849551596900124132007-05-06T17:18:00.000-03:002007-05-06T17:19:44.684-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rj44O537CXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CB19RDkdcCY/s1600-h/jangada2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rj44O537CXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CB19RDkdcCY/s320/jangada2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061544859915716978" /></a><br /><br />Rede pesada<br />mar sereno<br />desejo de mulata... <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Sarah Amin)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-6684955159690012413?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-46993828012707360142007-05-06T17:00:00.000-03:002007-05-06T17:01:38.098-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rj40DJ37CWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XZfD9GAu740/s1600-h/abutre.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rj40DJ37CWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XZfD9GAu740/s320/abutre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061540260005742946" /></a><br /><br />Se minha poesia devora-te<br />a mim, pouco importa a carcaça<br />pois se surgem letras, antes eram lágrimas<br /><br />as minhas lágrimas.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />(Rendição de Edward, o amigo visitante)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-4699382801270736014?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-76308852769980909732007-05-02T16:42:00.000-03:002007-05-02T16:53:40.468-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rjjr6Z37CVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7zx8C6h0WyM/s1600-h/SEIOS+NEGROS.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rjjr6Z37CVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7zx8C6h0WyM/s320/SEIOS+NEGROS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060053569961134418" /></a><br /><br /><br />Na pele negra,<br />a ânsia branca<br /><br />leite que jorra<br />a saciar a fome.<br /><br />e a escrava é<br />alento do menino-amo.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(poesia de Sarah Amin, amiga de Hannah)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7630885276998090973?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-16859134165035769732007-05-02T16:39:00.000-03:002007-05-02T16:41:03.104-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RjjpP537CUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7e53rZbVciM/s1600-h/seio+pano.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RjjpP537CUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7e53rZbVciM/s320/seio+pano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060050640793438530" /></a><br />libido desperta<br />cobiça, volúpia<br /><br />teu cheiro de sexo<br />luxúria.<br /><br />Se é pecado, deixa-me pecar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1685913416503576973?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-68115452031532185422007-04-30T14:49:00.000-03:002007-04-30T15:19:36.812-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RjYzLJ37CTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5Hg4_nLiGVY/s1600-h/ARGILA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RjYzLJ37CTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5Hg4_nLiGVY/s320/ARGILA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059287498119383346" /></a><br /><br />o gemido mais recôndito<br />arranca-me <br />a mestria dos teus dedos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-6811545203153218542?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-31523745327937755592007-04-27T20:05:00.000-03:002007-04-27T20:11:49.161-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RjKDKJ37CSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dHcwSX-o08w/s1600-h/bunda.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RjKDKJ37CSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dHcwSX-o08w/s320/bunda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058249541962893602" /></a><br /><br />Pele alva, carne farta <br />ancas desnudas<br />a desdenhar meu desejo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3152374532793775559?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-4472861097210833602007-04-27T19:54:00.000-03:002007-04-27T20:05:42.417-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RjKBrJ37CRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TUOkyoT9Aac/s1600-h/OKSOL.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RjKBrJ37CRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TUOkyoT9Aac/s320/OKSOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058247909875321106" /></a><br />Matinas o desejo <br />de tua alvorada em mim.<br /><br />Um sabiá <br />nos reverencia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-447286109721083360?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-88398261618147662372007-04-25T11:19:00.000-03:002007-04-25T12:36:16.738-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ri9jiJ37CQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6i_B0ehUvTU/s1600-h/PESSOA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ri9jiJ37CQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6i_B0ehUvTU/s320/PESSOA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057370344977533186" /></a><br /><br />Todos os versos <br />poesia encravada<br />vida que segue... <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Provocações de Edward às amigas Sarah e Hannah...)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8839826161814766237?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-24075385349217442932007-04-25T11:15:00.000-03:002007-04-25T11:21:33.815-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ri9iuJ37CPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cZnnYqWDv60/s1600-h/VELAS+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ri9iuJ37CPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cZnnYqWDv60/s320/VELAS+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057369451624335602" /></a><br />poeira e vazio<br />retratos no aparador<br />antigo relicário.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Recordações de Sarah Amin em visita à Hannah)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2407538534921744293?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-21700822838071850602007-04-25T10:59:00.000-03:002007-04-25T11:12:25.044-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ri9hvJ37COI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rB6yHtm7igs/s1600-h/PESCO%C3%87O.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Ri9hvJ37COI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rB6yHtm7igs/s320/PESCO%C3%87O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057368369292576994" /></a><br />garganta arde<br />dor que fere<br />hoje sou lágrimas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2170082283807185060?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-83950762250491473892007-04-22T23:33:00.000-03:002007-05-08T09:45:32.918-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkBw4rNpZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HE4sDaPypas/s1600-h/BORBOLETA+MULHER.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RkBw4rNpZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HE4sDaPypas/s320/BORBOLETA+MULHER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062170100139386722" /></a><br />Se caio<br />lágrima<br />vôo de borboleta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8395076225049147389?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-58466280091968849572007-04-22T23:27:00.000-03:002007-04-22T23:31:08.054-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RiwaS7w91JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Oq5Lld8-rb0/s1600-h/sombra+e+olhar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RiwaS7w91JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Oq5Lld8-rb0/s320/sombra+e+olhar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056445394213262482" /></a><br /><br />Repetem-se os dias de março <br />e ainda não chegaram <br />meus olhos de reveillon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5846628009196884957?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-71045112782050889492007-04-22T23:21:00.000-03:002007-04-22T23:27:39.192-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RiwZkrw91II/AAAAAAAAAIU/lrVJA2JERSM/s1600-h/PAISAGEM.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RiwZkrw91II/AAAAAAAAAIU/lrVJA2JERSM/s320/PAISAGEM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056444599644312706" /></a><br /><br />Palavra corrosiva<br />- saliva raivosa -<br />tua mudez mata minha alma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7104511278205088949?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-78464077602239600102007-04-09T12:43:00.000-03:002007-04-09T13:01:23.609-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhpjLYlh7dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vvm0WgdGB90/s1600-h/boca1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhpjLYlh7dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vvm0WgdGB90/s320/boca1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051458979279007186" /></a><br />Prendi-me à tua boca<br />e há mais cores nos meus dias.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7846407760223960010?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-74790669840186744782007-04-09T12:28:00.000-03:002007-04-09T12:37:50.196-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhpddIlh7bI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_veAtgjtFTw/s1600-h/foresta1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhpddIlh7bI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_veAtgjtFTw/s320/foresta1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051452687151918514" /></a><br />Mata verde.<br />Galhos secos gemem<br />sob os meus pés...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(uma visita de Sarah Amin)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7479066984018674478?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-51856587288671419742007-04-07T18:27:00.000-03:002007-04-07T19:29:40.198-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhgM4olh7aI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JnNoK7tmhtQ/s1600-h/mar%C3%A9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhgM4olh7aI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JnNoK7tmhtQ/s320/mar%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050801149203049890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />e nessa hora estás ao meu lado, <br />uma paz de maré secando em fim de tarde me invade. <br />Viro onda pequena ao pé da areia... <br /><br />Mas, se quando digo que te amo, não te encontro, <br />o mar é maré cheia!<br /><br /><br />- eu a me chocar com as pedras -<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5185658728867141974?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-23122399668115827472007-04-07T18:22:00.000-03:002007-04-07T18:23:52.137-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhgL34lh7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zCIe1D_XROY/s1600-h/mar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhgL34lh7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zCIe1D_XROY/s320/mar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050800036806520210" /></a><br /><br />por teu corpo deslizo<br />- minha pele e a tua -<br />mansa espuma sobre a onda...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2312239966811582747?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-561944850289371092007-04-07T18:14:00.000-03:002007-04-07T18:16:38.907-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhgKMolh7YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DxQHV60VxfA/s1600-h/dor.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhgKMolh7YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DxQHV60VxfA/s320/dor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050798194265550210" /></a><br /><br />é sorrateira a dor<br />que dilacera<br />meu teimoso coração...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-56194485028937109?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-76924185769805995942007-04-04T13:43:00.000-03:002007-04-04T13:44:45.064-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhPV9Ilh7WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NBxQFKoo5ck/s1600-h/RIO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhPV9Ilh7WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NBxQFKoo5ck/s320/RIO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049614853466090850" /></a><br /><br />Espelho d'água<br />sol em cores<br />teus olhos de cristal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7692418576980599594?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-89508998418740853972007-04-04T13:30:00.000-03:002007-04-04T13:39:40.041-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhPUwYlh7VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lEUJ7GmbcDc/s1600-h/quadro.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhPUwYlh7VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lEUJ7GmbcDc/s320/quadro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049613534911130962" /></a><br /><br />minha metade animalesca <br />transpassa<br />minha face humana... <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Klycia e o signo)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8950899841874085397?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-84571483297161748602007-04-04T13:23:00.000-03:002007-04-04T13:30:13.935-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhPSWolh7UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5m1sNEakyLQ/s1600-h/ROSTO+DE+LADO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhPSWolh7UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5m1sNEakyLQ/s320/ROSTO+DE+LADO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049610893506243906" /></a><br /><br />não sou triste<br />nem plenamente feliz<br />lágrimas e sorrisos completam meu viver.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Sarah Amin e sua impressão da vida)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8457148329716174860?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-46834073839455099862007-04-04T13:17:00.000-03:002007-04-04T13:23:34.006-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhPQyYlh7TI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DM2IrWSpSJE/s1600-h/COMPASSO.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhPQyYlh7TI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DM2IrWSpSJE/s320/COMPASSO.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049609171224358194" /></a><br />mão tacanha, traço torto<br />em teu compasso<br />círculo perfeito! <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Edward, o amigo visitante)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-4683407383945509986?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-8897075342057352442007-04-03T16:59:00.000-03:002007-04-14T19:12:41.361-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhK0scfwmRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gMdcR3zVgrM/s1600-h/ABRA%C3%87O.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RhK0scfwmRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gMdcR3zVgrM/s320/ABRA%C3%87O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049296807892392210" /></a><br /><br />Esqueço malas<br />corro pros teus braços!<br /><br />Não preciso de roupas em teu abraço...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-889707534205735244?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-28545485110877940742007-03-28T15:51:00.000-03:002007-03-28T16:02:42.381-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rgq7vcfwmQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aS8z0q9akbM/s1600-h/ZANGA+DE+MENINA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rgq7vcfwmQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aS8z0q9akbM/s320/ZANGA+DE+MENINA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047052756199708930" /></a><br /><br />Ando com um calo. <br />Um calo<br />no meu desejo.<br /><br />É o tal do ciúme <br />que nasceu <br />de um lampejo...<br /><br />(<span style="font-style:italic;"></span>poesia publicada na agenda Livro Diário do Escritor 2007, Litteris Editora)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2854548511087794074?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-38405985904931387422007-03-27T18:16:00.000-03:002007-03-27T18:17:12.830-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgmJyIZNGvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Huw7e97viDA/s1600-h/flor+e+chuva.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgmJyIZNGvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Huw7e97viDA/s320/flor+e+chuva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046716351785016050" /></a><br /><br />noite escura<br />chuva fina<br />nosso amor de madrugada!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3840598590493138742?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-27175079321396710822007-03-27T17:53:00.000-03:002007-03-27T18:04:12.317-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgmGFoZNGuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/G-MrJVF9NKE/s1600-h/CHUVA+AZUL.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgmGFoZNGuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/G-MrJVF9NKE/s320/CHUVA+AZUL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046712288745954018" /></a><br /><br />Tímidas nuvens de chumbo cobrem o céu<br />- prenúncio de chuva -<br />e meu coração feliz!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span>(sorrisos de Sarah Amin para amiga Hannah)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2717507932139671082?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-58172195105362816182007-03-26T22:54:00.000-03:002007-03-26T22:56:33.413-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rgh5yIZNGtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/31fo9rTBx2o/s1600-h/COSTAS.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rgh5yIZNGtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/31fo9rTBx2o/s320/COSTAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046417284622260946" /></a><br /><br />esperei teu toque, <br />arrepiando-me com a lembrança <br />da força suave dos teus dedos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5817219510536281618?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-10877320602106588232007-03-26T22:22:00.000-03:002007-03-26T22:26:56.120-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rghy0oZNGrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lmF3wOtUNFI/s1600-h/DENTE+DE+LE%C3%83O.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rghy0oZNGrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lmF3wOtUNFI/s320/DENTE+DE+LE%C3%83O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046409630990539442" /></a><br /><br />Brisa leve<br />- suspiro do vento -<br />meu coração, acalento. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(de Sarah Amin, amiga da Hannah)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1087732060210658823?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-87747923621866738922007-03-25T21:21:00.000-03:002007-03-25T21:23:28.355-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgcSI4ZNGpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EbKTjdl9cT4/s1600-h/BICO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgcSI4ZNGpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EbKTjdl9cT4/s320/BICO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046021851278285458" /></a><br /><br />angústia aflora<br />- olhos rasos -<br />lágrima que morre em meus lábios.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8774792362186673892?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-89532906595407472452007-03-25T21:08:00.000-03:002007-03-25T21:14:52.821-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgcQR4ZNGoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q61PGtETukI/s1600-h/VELHO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgcQR4ZNGoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q61PGtETukI/s320/VELHO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046019806873852546" /></a><br /><br />Curvado<br />tropeço em meus pés...<br /><br />O corpo já não te acompanha.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(de Sarah Amin, amiga de Hannah)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-8953290659540747245?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-23799264958917202542007-03-24T14:34:00.000-03:002007-03-24T14:38:59.756-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgVheIZNGnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sCrG6UTaYns/s1600-h/BOCA+MULHER.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgVheIZNGnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sCrG6UTaYns/s320/BOCA+MULHER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045546127815678578" /></a><br /><br /><br />entre 'a distância e o tempo'<br />esqueci meus lábios<br />entregues.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2379926495891720254?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-19026325409204521592007-03-22T13:27:00.000-03:002007-03-22T13:29:56.506-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgKu94ZNGmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0Vk8hyoHyDw/s1600-h/OUTUBRO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgKu94ZNGmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0Vk8hyoHyDw/s320/OUTUBRO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044786910741731938" /></a><br />arrancam-me um sorriso<br />teus olhos de outono<br />com a primavera, dor desbota.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1902632540920452159?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-29112919902778217552007-03-22T13:11:00.000-03:002007-03-22T13:16:11.823-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgKq7YZNGlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1rh63vxRC-M/s1600-h/SOL.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgKq7YZNGlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1rh63vxRC-M/s320/SOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044782469745547858" /></a><br />Um sol imperial<br />esgarça o céu<br />da minha fortaleza...<br /><br />(Sarah Amin)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2911291990277821755?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-32443277780179329222007-03-21T00:41:00.000-03:002007-03-21T00:58:12.729-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgCtSYZNGkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/P7hWeU_81UA/s1600-h/olho+claro+lado.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgCtSYZNGkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/P7hWeU_81UA/s320/olho+claro+lado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044222113952373314" /></a><br />Tua dúvida é certeza<br />em teu silêncio de recusa.<br /><br />Meus olhos de despedida...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3244327778017932922?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-7111502977456759472007-03-21T00:38:00.000-03:002007-03-21T00:41:28.046-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgCpNIZNGjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rmbWhmM0d_0/s1600-h/corda+bamba.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RgCpNIZNGjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rmbWhmM0d_0/s320/corda+bamba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044217625711548978" /></a><br /><br />horas incertas<br />sentimento impreciso<br />devaneios de fim de tarde.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-711150297745675947?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-5793651189174439992007-03-16T21:33:00.000-03:002007-03-16T21:37:54.032-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rfs4V-4WIaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jSPszjt4uTs/s1600-h/Menina+em+p%26b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/Rfs4V-4WIaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jSPszjt4uTs/s320/Menina+em+p%26b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042686158079140258" /></a><br /><br />Aninha teus olhos, criança<br />que o anil celeste <br />é negro na infinitude... <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(de Sarah Amin, em visita à Hannah)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-579365118917443999?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-63344849155473471592007-03-09T22:59:00.000-03:002007-03-10T13:41:36.342-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RfIR8O4WIZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PqYraZg-N40/s1600-h/menina+seios.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RfIR8O4WIZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PqYraZg-N40/s320/menina+seios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040110659465257362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Atormentam-me<br />- botões de rosa -<br />tiranos espinhos em minh'alma.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Edward, o amigo visitante)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-6334484915547347159?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-8033167042862956262007-03-09T22:11:00.000-03:002007-03-09T23:05:43.783-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RfIHrO4WIYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jcZNu9X_2hI/s1600-h/MENINA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/RfIHrO4WIYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jcZNu9X_2hI/s320/MENINA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040099372291203458" /></a><br />Pele púbere<br />- pureza e volúpia -<br />silencioso duelo.<br /><br />Menina-moça e eu,<br />escravo dos teus ditos infantis...<br /><br />(Edward, o amigo visitante)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-803316704286295626?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-76218344762686437432007-03-04T15:34:00.000-03:002007-03-04T15:35:47.631-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ResRe0bJz0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OsxsuSZ4y7U/s1600-h/2mulheres+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ResRe0bJz0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OsxsuSZ4y7U/s320/2mulheres+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038139829310312258" /></a><br />Fixa em mim teu olhos <br />arremata-me com um beijo<br />e serei tua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7621834476268643743?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-36235377917345304072007-03-01T23:43:00.000-03:002007-03-02T00:12:14.429-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReePgFsHiTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5TEQSCqkq8E/s1600-h/PINTO+E+PIANO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReePgFsHiTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5TEQSCqkq8E/s320/PINTO+E+PIANO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037152489682995506" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Cotidiano em poesia</span><br />a vida em versos<br />transforma em melodia<br />monotonias do dia-a-dia! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReePulsHiUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/itmcyrUnBoU/s1600-h/planta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+girassol.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReePulsHiUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/itmcyrUnBoU/s320/planta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+girassol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037152738791098690" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Manhã de orvalho</span><br />Pétalas em lágrimas<br />encantos de um girassol<br />borboletices infantis...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReeQdlsHiVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Efm-4RPc56E/s1600-h/REL%C3%93GIOS.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReeQdlsHiVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Efm-4RPc56E/s320/REL%C3%93GIOS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037153546244950354" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Eu, cativa do tempo</span><br />horas, meses e anos eu vi passar<br />- minuto a minuto -<br />há rugas no lugar da esperança.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(poetrix de Sarah Amin, postado na comunidade "Em 3 Versos, todo um Sentimento" - orkut)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3623537791734530407?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-3273854480759587492007-02-27T23:44:00.000-03:002007-02-27T23:56:56.832-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReTtwFsHiRI/AAAAAAAAADk/UNslyIcE86Y/s1600-h/CORUJA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReTtwFsHiRI/AAAAAAAAADk/UNslyIcE86Y/s320/CORUJA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036411693723781394" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Insônia</span><br />De olhos grelados,<br />espera-me<br />noite ardilosa.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Belo Passeio</span><br />feliz andarilho<br />por teus contornos<br />eu sou... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReTuX1sHiSI/AAAAAAAAADs/EmU7pWiwrIA/s1600-h/COSTAS+E+PEDRAS.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReTuX1sHiSI/AAAAAAAAADs/EmU7pWiwrIA/s320/COSTAS+E+PEDRAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036412376623581474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Poetrix de Edward, postados na comunidade do orkut Em 3 Versos todo um sentimento)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-327385448075958749?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-59601779438038340052007-02-27T15:22:00.000-03:002007-03-11T00:26:12.668-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReR3p1sHiQI/AAAAAAAAADY/F1zilQ8XJJE/s1600-h/MULHER+DE+BRA%C3%87OS+ABERTOS+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReR3p1sHiQI/AAAAAAAAADY/F1zilQ8XJJE/s320/MULHER+DE+BRA%C3%87OS+ABERTOS+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036281843977521410" /></a><br />Quero um verso livre<br />e andar de braços dados <br />com a poesia...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-5960177943803834005?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-7901718020540323222007-02-25T12:36:00.000-03:002007-02-25T12:39:06.907-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReGtaFsHiPI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q21W3DvR_pk/s1600-h/CANETA+TINTEIRO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReGtaFsHiPI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q21W3DvR_pk/s320/CANETA+TINTEIRO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035496522092349682" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No papel, o rascunho<br />um poema a digerir minhas entranhas<br />emoção ainda engasgada.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(da amiga Sarah Amin, poetrix de abertura da comunidade do orkut: "Em 3 Versos, todo um Sentimento")</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-790171802054032322?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-11178139408243319832007-02-25T12:32:00.000-03:002007-02-25T12:36:16.018-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReGsglsHiOI/AAAAAAAAADA/qfvEPRrsCO8/s1600-h/au+au.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReGsglsHiOI/AAAAAAAAADA/qfvEPRrsCO8/s320/au+au.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035495534249871586" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />relógio lento<br />- horas dominicais -<br />preguiça que beira o tédio.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Edward, o amigo visitante)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-1117813940824331983?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-64901366535876420922007-02-25T01:40:00.000-03:002007-02-25T08:33:28.258-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReEVjnaW1wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1WuzVLrzet0/s1600-h/Luci+e+pagu.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReEVjnaW1wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1WuzVLrzet0/s320/Luci+e+pagu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035329559996061442" /></a><br /><br /><br />Atravessa-me <br />com teu olhar <br />instante congelado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-6490136653587642092?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-73760947503673833982007-02-24T14:51:00.000-03:002007-02-24T14:55:27.886-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReB7_XaW1vI/AAAAAAAAACo/4TeI5NaSPoU/s1600-h/BOCA+E+M%C3%83O.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReB7_XaW1vI/AAAAAAAAACo/4TeI5NaSPoU/s320/BOCA+E+M%C3%83O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035160711946753778" /></a><br />da boca ao sexo <br />quero teus céus <br />e no ato, ver estrelas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-7376094750367383398?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-34391379064514915952007-02-24T14:34:00.000-03:002007-02-24T14:44:41.273-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReB5b3aW1uI/AAAAAAAAACc/DruAPp1TxXI/s1600-h/PEDRA+MAR.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReB5b3aW1uI/AAAAAAAAACc/DruAPp1TxXI/s320/PEDRA+MAR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035157903038142178" /></a><br />Ocaso marinho<br />de pedras aos pés.<br /><br />Marina, onde estás, Marina?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Edward, o amigo visitante)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-3439137906451491595?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34096424.post-27432113523383506302007-02-24T14:26:00.000-03:002007-02-24T14:32:33.504-03:00Amor de sentidos I<br /><br />tateio escuros<br />e no céu da tua boca<br />rompo muros atrás de estrelas...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReB19naW1tI/AAAAAAAAACM/zCtHD24hag0/s1600-h/PEIXE+NO+MAR.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p0j3GUcQak0/ReB19naW1tI/AAAAAAAAACM/zCtHD24hag0/s320/PEIXE+NO+MAR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035154084812216018" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Amor de sentidos II<br /><br />tateio escuros<br />e no céu da tua boca<br />rompo muros sem estrelas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34096424-2743211352338350630?l=hannahabraao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannah Abraãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09627110682360815835noreply@blogger.com0