Emily Dickinson
Autor: Aline | Publicado: 2011-10-05T11:26:00-07:00

Recebi da Malú (&nbsp; http://tudoepossivel-infinitoparticular.blogspot.com/) o convite para essa brincadeira:consiste em postar 10 coisas de que não gosta e colar imagens com referencia às essas 10 coisas e em seguida convidar 10 blogueiras/os para participar dessa brincadeira.Meu post (desenhei esse&nbsp; quadro alusivo às coisas que eu não gosto) com as 10 coisas (entre muitas) que&nbsp; me deixa triste:


&nbsp;&nbsp; 1) Falar em morte
&nbsp;&nbsp; 2) Saber da dor de alguem e não poder ajudar
&nbsp;&nbsp; 3) Caminhar sob sol quente
&nbsp;&nbsp; 4) Imagens da fome na Africa
&nbsp;&nbsp; 5) Político em campanha abraçando idosos
&nbsp;&nbsp; 6) Viajar em estrada mal conservada
&nbsp;&nbsp; 7) Ver imagens de adultos maltratando crianças
&nbsp;&nbsp; 8) Pessoas doentes na fila esperando atendimento
&nbsp;&nbsp; 9) Comer sozinha no restaurante
&nbsp; 10)&nbsp; Hipocrisia


&nbsp;Agora quero convidar blogueiros para participar da brincadeira:


http://escreverpramentender.blogspot.com/
http://alfazema-e-violetas.blogspot.com/
http://encantaventos.blogspot.com/
http://leparolesilenziose.blogspot.com/
http://iala300-victoria.blogspot.com/
http://bitacoradasilva.blogspot.com/
http://drauziomilagres.blogspot.com/
http://rafaelnolli.blogspot.com/
http://meioinsanaana.blogspot.com/
http://poesiadelivery.blogspot.com/

beijus!
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Lindo vaso de cristal lapidado  Em cima da mesa deixado  Para nada serve o coitado  Se de flores não for enfeitado  mas se de água for inundado  e apenas uma rosa delicada  fizer-lhe companhia  refaz-se toda a harmonia  E ele volta a ter serventia  Dupla alegria  &nbsp;    (Wania Victoria)  
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"Mesmo que eu morra o poema encontrará  Uma praia onde quebrar as suas ondas  
  E entre quatro paredes densas  De funda e devorada solidão  Alguém seu próprio ser confundirá  Com o poema no tempo"  
  
  ANDRESEN, Sophia de Mello Breyner.(fragmento) &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; bitacoradasilva.blogspot.com


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Tive o Amor em meus braços –  Mas adormeci –  O dia era quente, o vento suave –  “Ela é minha” – pensei –  
  Acordei – e os meus braços vazios –  (Foi-se o Amor) descuido –  Uma saudade verde-azulada  É o que eu possuo -  &nbsp; intertexto: Aline T.