tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542943746206241382011-07-08T02:58:05.460-07:00Era engraçado! Se encantava com o poder das coisas simples.. Simples como um catavento!regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.comBlogger2141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-8610176335888986122010-01-31T19:06:00.001-08:002010-01-31T19:06:57.111-08:00Ser<br />Tudo<br />Todo<br />É<br />Sim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-861017633588898612?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-81680512277634733512010-01-31T19:05:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:06:07.228-08:00A natureza é perfeita.<br />Ela pensava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8168051227763473351?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-919848312778683732010-01-31T19:04:00.001-08:002010-01-31T19:04:56.366-08:00Se sentia no útero.<br />Estava lá.<br />Era todo.<br />Harmonicamente integrada na natureza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-91984831277868373?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-27507076403655888262010-01-31T19:02:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:03:59.155-08:00O som do mato<br />Nunca ouvira antes.<br />Era ela também!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2750707640365588826?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-46968252999629058842010-01-31T19:01:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:02:43.727-08:00Uma saudade que deixa o coração gordinho.<br />Porque ela sabe que tudo é.<br />Ela queria estar lá!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4696825299962905884?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-55777757847576539382010-01-31T19:00:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:01:08.420-08:00A água<br />No verde<br />Na pedra<br />Era sua!<br />Era ela!<br />Sabia, simplismente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-5577775784757653938?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-21547754919096038992010-01-31T18:59:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:00:18.960-08:00Adorava a primavera.<br />Era uma festa de cores.<br />Ela percebia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2154775491909603899?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-81168368100721530632010-01-31T18:58:00.002-08:002010-01-31T18:59:39.537-08:00Naquela hora o sol a enchia de coisas boas.<br />Era um amarelo ouro que tocava sua pele.<br />Ela sentia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8116836810072153063?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-26332912501475846902010-01-31T18:58:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:58:47.273-08:00Nuvens de algodão doce.<br />Ela viu!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2633291250147584690?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-67179347099002609372010-01-31T18:57:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:58:26.538-08:00Sentia que o número 5 tinha grande importância.<br />Observava as flores para saber.<br />Ela sabia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-6717934709900260937?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-84549812843346450782010-01-31T18:56:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:57:18.041-08:00Os vagalumes brilhavam em seus olhos.<br />E uma estrela cadente se mostrou.<br />Ela era toda sorriso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8454981284334645078?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-89093808958014952342010-01-31T18:55:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:56:26.256-08:00Os pés sentiam a umidade do mato.<br />Pisar em folhas marrons era um aleluia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8909380895801495234?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-45401538579296331522010-01-31T18:54:00.002-08:002010-01-31T18:55:40.181-08:00O sentimento de integração<br />com a natureza<br />a completava<br />Ela sabia.<br />Percebia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4540153857929633152?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-89740166914819035092010-01-31T18:54:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:54:45.274-08:00Ela pensou..<br />Sentiu..<br />Meu olhos verdem!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8974016691481903509?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-19768660215186083392010-01-31T18:53:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:54:18.414-08:00Acerolas<br />Com prazer, comia.<br />Jabuticabas e pitangas.<br />Cores e sabores da natureza a encantavam.<br />Com esta simplicidade sentia-se feliz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1976866021518608339?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-60131190464706514052010-01-31T18:52:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:53:01.914-08:00Era ela e o mar.<br />O mar puxou pelas pernas e a tomou.<br />Ela foi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-6013119046470651405?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-4171979812351625982010-01-31T18:51:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:52:17.543-08:00Ela queria sentir o coração gordinho.<br />Como quando deita na grama ou abraça amigos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-417197981235162598?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-1697505880904919182010-01-31T18:49:00.004-08:002010-01-31T18:51:13.563-08:00Ela pensava:<br />As coisas estão sincronicamente interligadas.<br />Mas a gente não percebe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-169750588090491918?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-2685058366461319742010-01-31T18:49:00.003-08:002010-01-31T18:49:32.064-08:00Ela fantasiava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-268505836646131974?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-30269205091038067422010-01-31T18:49:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:49:19.233-08:00Sua pele sentia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-3026920509103806742?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-71262846878739587912010-01-31T18:48:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:48:52.531-08:00Ela queria sentir suas pernas abraçadas<br />Como sempre sentiu.<br />Mas faltavam os abraços.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7126284687873958791?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-89002950905905436662010-01-31T18:45:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:46:43.200-08:00Lembrava.<br />E tudo que queria era afetos e paisagens verdes.<br />Ela tiinha medo de esquecer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8900295090590543666?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-60250756875174535202010-01-31T18:44:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:45:39.147-08:00Tudo rodando.<br />Sentia sua cabeça derretendo.<br />Suava frio.<br />E estava só.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-6025075687517453520?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-19826561156971203582010-01-31T18:40:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:44:15.453-08:00Ouviu o barulho do mar.<br />Sentiu o aconchedo.<br />Mas não estava lá.<br />Ela sonhava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1982656115697120358?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-89860873982198039572010-01-31T18:36:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:36:35.973-08:00Ouviu a voz e matou a saudade.<br />Ela sorria!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8986087398219803957?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-16071183541432845052010-01-31T18:35:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:35:57.363-08:00Lindo e assustador.<br />Era o céu.<br />Depois da chuva.<br />E do vento que assustava seus ouvidos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1607118354143284505?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-91630640334976903832010-01-31T18:34:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:35:01.689-08:00Nunca vira tantos tons de cinza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-9163064033497690383?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-23175646364618144662010-01-31T18:33:00.002-08:002010-01-31T18:34:39.427-08:00Ela viu.<br />Algodão doce voando.<br />Passavam rapidamente no céu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2317564636461814466?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-72485421176835546482010-01-31T18:33:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:33:40.788-08:00Sim Sim Sim<br />Ela dizia.<br />A que?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7248542117683554648?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-25090026378664483682010-01-31T18:31:00.002-08:002010-01-31T18:32:46.207-08:00Ela pensava muito no futuro.<br />Talvez não devesse.<br />"Sentir é estar distraído".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2509002637866448368?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-24623456056227934522010-01-31T18:31:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:31:42.403-08:00Estava só e sentia medo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2462345605622793452?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-43172489547064158882010-01-31T18:30:00.004-08:002010-01-31T18:31:26.922-08:00Ela queria sua casa, suas casas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4317248954706415888?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-8913495477457151522010-01-31T18:30:00.003-08:002010-01-31T18:30:47.656-08:00Ela estava perdida.<br />Não sabia mais quem era.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-891349547745715152?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-24773587642009485392010-01-31T18:30:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:30:15.208-08:00Onde encontrar-se?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2477358764200948539?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-73900530712934044232010-01-31T18:29:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:30:00.561-08:00Dissimulada.<br />Desconfiavam que ela fosse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7390053071293404423?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-76173084205386848562010-01-31T18:28:00.003-08:002010-01-31T18:28:51.929-08:00Um pouco distante dos primeiros dias<br />Ela percebia.<br />As despedidas era temporárias.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7617308420538684856?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-28926725144699793992010-01-31T18:25:00.002-08:002010-01-31T18:27:48.265-08:00Ela via.<br />tudo invertido.<br />Neste momento sabia que o queria para si não era o que tinha.<br />Ela era como achava que não era?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2892672514469979399?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-90740435260901819272010-01-31T18:25:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:25:38.883-08:00frio<br />frio<br />frio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-9074043526090181927?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-26978461392911436852010-01-31T18:24:00.002-08:002010-01-31T18:25:19.070-08:00Ser quem se é.<br />Ela tinha medo de esquecer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2697846139291143685?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-76876898742265224212010-01-31T18:24:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:24:32.187-08:00Ela descobriu.<br />Era fraca!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7687689874226522421?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-50406689428884208232010-01-31T18:23:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:24:11.167-08:00A possibilidade de não ver mais uma pessoa querida a assustava.<br />Ela se entristecia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-5040668942888420823?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-74711102344435940132010-01-31T18:22:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:23:10.844-08:00Um abraço,<br />Era a maior necessidade da vida, agora!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7471110234443594013?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-29244464326309150112010-01-31T18:21:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:22:17.987-08:00Flutuar sobre as nuvens.<br />Um das experiências mais fantásticas!<br />Ela lembrava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2924446432630915011?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-43405504073871368622010-01-31T18:19:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:20:15.673-08:00Ir indo...<br />Pensava ela, para se acalmar.<br />Era difícil flutuar com a maré.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4340550407387136862?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-24556244027323351252010-01-31T18:18:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:19:05.590-08:00Ela chorava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2455624402732335125?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-49659203527506586182010-01-31T18:17:00.002-08:002010-01-31T18:18:28.706-08:00Ela não sabia<br />Dessa louca necessidade.<br />Precisava deles<br />E sentia saudade.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4965920352750658618?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-35369786492242455222010-01-31T18:17:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:17:24.091-08:00Ela pensava... sentia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-3536978649224245522?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-12102611550829454212010-01-31T18:16:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:17:06.088-08:00Ela se sentia.<br />Só<br />Só<br />Só<br />Sozinha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1210261155082945421?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-62193011460605235702010-01-31T18:15:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:16:28.174-08:00Não queria catar a natureza em meio aos cinzas da cidade.<br />Queria viver em comunhão.<br />Ser ela, a natureza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-6219301146060523570?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-52616732098860568912010-01-31T18:13:00.002-08:002010-01-31T18:14:54.352-08:00Chorava de tanta beleza.<br />Azuis, rosas, laranjas, lilazes...<br />Ela viu...<br />Nuvens de algodão doce<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-5261673209886056891?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-51616932354858622252010-01-31T18:13:00.001-08:002010-01-31T18:13:37.617-08:00Sábado: dia de contemplar a aquarela do crepúsculo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-5161693235485862225?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-79065159479792367792010-01-31T18:09:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:12:48.512-08:00Espantada, ela pensava:<br />É mentira!<br />Apesar de acreditar com toda alma naquilo que vira.<br />A aquarela do céu era ela.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7906515947979236779?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-4132298237629334952009-08-18T22:07:00.002-07:002009-08-18T22:08:43.010-07:00Equando ela pensou que tinha acabado, ainda chegaram as estrelas...<br /><br />e os vaga-lumes!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-413229823762933495?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-74889465178642439092009-08-18T22:07:00.001-07:002009-08-18T22:07:55.284-07:00O céu é uma aquarela!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7488946517864243909?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-7273606144683916492009-08-18T22:06:00.000-07:002009-08-18T22:07:33.301-07:00Encontrou-se consigo mesma.<br />Foi lindo!<br /><br />Uma grande descoberta!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-727360614468391649?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-83622045032882544352009-08-18T22:05:00.004-07:002009-08-18T22:06:10.363-07:00A água a incorporou!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8362204503288254435?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-12037213866883333472009-08-18T22:05:00.003-07:002009-08-18T22:05:56.879-07:00Abraçou a grama!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1203721386688333347?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-21118773843948245042009-08-18T22:05:00.001-07:002009-08-18T22:05:31.945-07:00O vento era mar!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2111877384394824504?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-24805081694775454912009-08-18T22:03:00.002-07:002009-08-18T22:05:15.851-07:00Se balançava...<br /><br /><br />o<br />céu.<br /><br />perto<br />longe<br />perto<br />longe<br /><br />tudo de cabeça pra baixo.<br /><br />folhas e sol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2480508169477545491?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-12282851305225926662009-08-18T22:03:00.001-07:002009-08-18T22:03:43.611-07:00é<br /><br />tudo<br /><br />uno<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />outras palavras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1228285130522592666?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-43641749716126098572009-08-18T22:02:00.003-07:002009-08-18T22:02:58.682-07:00Será que estes olhos são meus?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4364174971612609857?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-49653921553154410792009-08-18T22:02:00.001-07:002009-08-18T22:02:41.939-07:00Ela achava que os olhos estavam loucos, via arco-íris em todos os lugares...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4965392155315441079?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-88290120738352097182009-08-18T22:01:00.001-07:002009-08-18T22:01:49.225-07:00Ela viu...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mas as flores azuis não queriam ser fotografadas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8829012073835209718?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-30388013130799272222009-08-18T22:00:00.000-07:002009-08-18T22:01:01.310-07:00Ela viu...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brilhava..<br />Brilhava...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-3038801313079927222?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-54961558773446217652009-08-18T21:59:00.000-07:002009-08-18T22:00:02.323-07:00Não cabia em palavras...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ela apenas sentia, e via!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-5496155877344621765?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-72333018971776668912009-08-18T21:57:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:59:07.160-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53leP1lnJew/SouGkUg_xTI/AAAAAAAAFG4/PEUFNo681NM/s1600-h/sd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371534939109967154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_53leP1lnJew/SouGkUg_xTI/AAAAAAAAFG4/PEUFNo681NM/s320/sd.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7233301897177666891?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-88868980193215040282009-08-18T21:56:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:57:40.970-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53leP1lnJew/SouGNqEtDlI/AAAAAAAAFGw/pxQXrNRg6_8/s1600-h/ee.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371534549759888978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53leP1lnJew/SouGNqEtDlI/AAAAAAAAFGw/pxQXrNRg6_8/s320/ee.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8886898019321504028?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-37275365012420741352009-08-18T21:54:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:56:11.032-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53leP1lnJew/SouF3zoQ7KI/AAAAAAAAFGo/uPABMBZCxQo/s1600-h/wrt+fv.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371534174367837346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_53leP1lnJew/SouF3zoQ7KI/AAAAAAAAFGo/uPABMBZCxQo/s320/wrt+fv.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-3727536501242074135?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-47698921660781263002009-08-09T12:51:00.001-07:002009-08-09T12:51:37.718-07:00Ela...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... entorpecida!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4769892166078126300?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-12021747729039177232009-08-08T22:23:00.000-07:002009-08-08T22:24:45.664-07:00Experimentou...<br /><br /><br />as sensações dos corpos.<br /><br /><br />Era bom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1202174772903917723?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-18345747523493429172009-08-08T22:22:00.000-07:002009-08-08T22:23:49.507-07:00Eram 16:30 e estava na rua..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...isso a deixava feliz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1834574752349342917?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-33738777879957312702009-08-08T21:40:00.000-07:002009-08-08T22:22:48.097-07:00Ansiosa...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Era ela.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-3373877787995731270?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-62646070191979353222009-08-08T21:38:00.000-07:002009-08-08T21:40:08.847-07:00Ela viu...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a beleza laranja.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-6264607019197935322?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-9363162510340891522009-07-23T07:35:00.001-07:002009-07-23T07:38:33.761-07:00Frustrada...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ela fracassava!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-936316251034089152?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-42073754990732846082009-07-11T08:16:00.000-07:002009-07-11T08:25:26.039-07:00A noite vazia..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />e o amanhecer bonito.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4207375499073284608?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-64364578771564444922009-07-11T08:14:00.000-07:002009-07-11T08:15:12.473-07:00só ser.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-6436457877156444492?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-41913979179210366402009-07-10T12:57:00.000-07:002009-07-10T13:02:23.393-07:00O tempo...<br /><br />Úmido.<br /><br />As horas...<br /><br />Úmidas.<br /><br />As lembranças...<br /><br />Úmidas.<br /><br /><br /><br />Era ela.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ela era.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4191397917921036640?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-53139077492976841962009-07-10T12:47:00.000-07:002009-07-10T12:56:00.130-07:00A pele...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sussurra.<br /><br />A pele...<br /><br /><br /><br />grita.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ela ouvia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-5313907749297684196?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-63372347112291188412009-07-10T12:43:00.000-07:002009-07-10T12:46:15.286-07:00Ela gostava das tardes..<br />Sentia uma felicidade simples..<br />Só de estar na rua..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-6337234711229118841?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-65206915085635466662009-06-30T15:38:00.003-07:002009-06-30T15:39:55.443-07:00Em suas flutuações perdia a noção do tempo...<br />Era como dormir,<br />Como sonhar!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-6520691508563546666?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-88882600549179158872009-06-30T15:38:00.001-07:002009-06-30T15:38:46.730-07:00Era a noite mais escura..<br />E mais bela.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ela viu!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8888260054917915887?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-51434623475912824572009-06-30T15:37:00.000-07:002009-06-30T15:38:02.403-07:00Ela fantasiava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-5143462347591282457?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-79085753366538378452009-06-30T15:36:00.000-07:002009-06-30T15:37:07.921-07:00"E o mar se abriu pelo meio dos prazeres..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ela ouvia a música!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7908575336653837845?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-78415701052993981982009-06-30T15:35:00.000-07:002009-06-30T15:36:16.475-07:00A pele.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Úmida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7841570105299398198?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-80918611222383730762009-06-30T15:34:00.000-07:002009-06-30T15:35:20.485-07:00Ela sonhou...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Prazeres ainda não experimentados...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8091861122238373076?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-89533868690114362912009-06-30T15:27:00.000-07:002009-06-30T15:29:43.997-07:00Lembrou.<br /><br />Sempre sonhava com o mar...<br />Suas ondas eram sempre fortes, furiosas..<br />Se afogava..<br /><br />Sempre..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8953386869011436291?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-15516817770856145632009-06-30T15:24:00.000-07:002009-06-30T15:27:03.129-07:00Ela sonhou com o mar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />E ele a devorava...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1551681777085614563?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-56862393061150270682009-06-14T14:11:00.000-07:002009-06-14T14:12:13.965-07:00cansaço.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-5686239306115027068?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-41779294354246240902009-06-14T13:38:00.000-07:002009-06-14T13:42:04.779-07:00Percebeu, então, o motivo de viver no quase.<br />No agora, lembrava e projetava.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Só queria ser. sendo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4177929435424624090?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-91570083866265647352009-06-13T14:24:00.000-07:002009-06-13T15:19:40.154-07:00todos deitaram na grama.<br />ela viu..<br /><br />océu<br />azulescuroazul<br /><br />alua<br />cheiacheiacheia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-9157008386626564735?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-74075910857334316682009-06-10T20:49:00.000-07:002009-06-10T20:50:08.882-07:00Tão simples...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Só<br />Ser.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7407591085733431668?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-46773434131749284672009-06-10T20:48:00.001-07:002009-06-10T20:48:35.363-07:00.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.caiu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4677343413174928467?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-13488775996671293442009-06-10T20:47:00.000-07:002009-06-10T20:48:05.427-07:00Ela tinha essa mania..<br />De, solitariamente, descobrir pequenas coisas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1348877599667129344?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-90628006570848064072009-06-10T20:46:00.000-07:002009-06-10T20:47:23.092-07:00O<br />corpo..<br />O coração..<br /><br />Ela<br />inteira.. maior... infinita...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />não cabia em si.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-9062800657084806407?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-72281933272146509202009-06-10T20:45:00.000-07:002009-06-10T20:49:22.832-07:00Era lindo.<br />Entrava pela boca, nariz, olhos e ouvidos..<br />Entrava pela pele...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-7228193327214650920?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-15469864042409153272009-06-10T20:22:00.000-07:002009-06-10T20:45:00.432-07:00Ela parou para ouvir o mar...<br /><br />Estava ele, imenso, na sua frente.<br /><br />E era ela, inteira, o mar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1546986404240915327?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-46360333027281771722009-06-09T08:19:00.001-07:002009-06-09T08:19:54.678-07:00Ela pensava muito sobre o que valia um instante..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-4636033302728177172?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-29148870215775645392009-06-09T08:17:00.000-07:002009-06-09T08:18:59.458-07:00Não mais se satisfazia..<br />Gostava de ficar entorpecida..<br />Isso se repetia..<br />Às vezes era bom.. às vezes não.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-2914887021577564539?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-12607405730303462952009-06-09T08:16:00.000-07:002009-06-09T08:17:38.458-07:00Ela queria algo grande, muito grande..<br />e nem sabia o que era...<br />talvez soubesse sem saber...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-1260740573030346295?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554294374620624138.post-85475617056838895472009-06-09T08:15:00.000-07:002009-06-09T08:16:41.087-07:00Ela não mais se encaixava nos lugares cotidianos..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554294374620624138-8547561705683889547?l=doencantamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>regadora de idéiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464450174115738520noreply@blogger.com0