tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90962043160460613172011-07-08T09:33:45.559+02:00palavras, esperadamente inesperadas, emotivamente desmotivadas,<br>docemente amargadas, definidamente indefenidas... é tudo tão relativo... <br>como os meus ecos de mimjoeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-22668590637908283512008-06-22T13:35:00.003+02:002008-06-22T13:48:32.381+02:00breathing, believing<br />feeling<br />touching<br /><br />smiling, hearing<br />screaming, flying<br /><br />crying, living<br /><br />those eyes<br />playing with my<br /><br />soul and my blue<br />heart<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[based on "song for a blue heart" by the gift]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2266859063790828351?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-37915442335117621962008-06-21T11:17:00.001+02:002008-06-21T11:22:50.677+02:00perdi<br />mi nombre<br /><br />llamame<br />tuyo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3791544233511762196?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-17965993952641274752008-06-19T09:25:00.002+02:002008-06-19T09:29:12.797+02:00these silent words i'm feeling<br />in silence<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1796599395264127475?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-45628330750352885762008-06-17T00:25:00.002+02:002008-06-19T09:16:41.385+02:00e se... mi sognerai<br />sono dove vai<br /><br />sono vento<br />e sono nostalgia<br /><br />e sono dove<br />vai<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "sognami" di biagio antonacci]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4562833075035288576?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-21521480686221859282008-06-05T11:31:00.002+02:002008-06-05T11:34:06.867+02:00just suspend my<br />senses<br /><br />just delay the<br />pleasure<br /><br />just break the<br />cycle<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2152148068622185928?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-22832566898192423322008-04-03T22:50:00.003+02:002008-04-03T22:53:53.068+02:00y el silencio<br />no te<br /><br />habla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2283256689819242332?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-755481164221274092008-02-07T20:13:00.000+01:002008-02-07T20:14:44.950+01:00cuando<br />el amanecer<br /><br />frente al sol<br /><br />no sorprende<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-75548116422127409?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-62528963982138504372008-02-04T18:21:00.000+01:002008-02-04T18:22:21.578+01:00interior<br />eterno aprendiz<br /><br />transforma-te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-6252896398213850437?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-47632360192776704882008-02-04T18:13:00.004+01:002008-06-05T11:36:49.454+02:00a ti,<br /><br />adupé<br /><br />[obrigado]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4763236019277670488?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-73763819050221941732008-01-27T11:00:00.000+01:002008-01-27T11:12:53.785+01:00<p>it takes<br /><br />some cold<br />to know the sun<br /><br />some fears<br />to make you<br /><br />trust<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[based on "life is wonderful" by jason marz]</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-7376381905022194173?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-90363558764642826762008-01-26T02:57:00.000+01:002008-01-27T11:18:03.556+01:00é meu<br />e vosso<br /><br />este fado<br /><br />ó gente da minha terra<br /><br />e o destino<br />que nos amarra<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[in "ó gente da minha terra" de mariza]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-9036355876464282676?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-91809538061755142822008-01-26T01:42:00.000+01:002008-01-26T01:44:38.089+01:00softly<br /><br />whisper<br /><br />with open arms<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[based on "open arms" by mariah carey]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-9180953806175514282?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-22884387321983972172008-01-23T17:31:00.000+01:002008-01-23T17:42:11.774+01:00a un passo<br />dal possibile<br /><br />ancora<br />un passo<br /><br />nei giorni di silenzio<br /><br />eppure sentire e poi<br /><br />a un passo<br />sarà come vivere<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "eppure sentire" di elisa e "e poi" di giorgia]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2288438732198397217?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-796909932464753192008-01-22T21:06:00.000+01:002008-01-22T21:07:42.559+01:00e questa strada<br />che mi porta fino alla luna<br /><br />dove questo pensiero si<br />dissolve<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "parlo di te" di giorgia]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-79690993246475319?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-77188468753341442862008-01-20T00:30:00.000+01:002008-01-20T11:52:52.477+01:00pasado<br /><br />o el mañana<br /><br />escoje<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-7718846875334144286?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-27199876607428647052008-01-20T00:15:00.000+01:002008-01-20T11:53:34.984+01:00cuando<br />el silencio<br /><br />te hace escuchar tus gritos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2719987660742864705?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-32039612707195535022008-01-08T23:12:00.000+01:002008-01-11T00:44:44.028+01:00<p>ascolto la pioggia<br />e sembra davvero il tuo respiro</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3203961270719553502?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-86634491067710192932008-01-08T22:41:00.000+01:002008-01-11T00:43:27.629+01:00en la notte<br />ti sogno e adesso...<br /><br />con questa melodia<br />un destino<br /><br />che canterò per te<br /><br />un melodramma che<br />che canto senza te<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "melodramma" di andrea bocelli]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8663449106771019293?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-11209453381256933512007-11-25T13:08:00.000+01:002007-11-25T13:11:07.761+01:00por<br /><br />esos vientos<br />que encienden<br />fuegos<br /><br />que yo mismo apago<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1120945338125693351?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-26258896485546439232007-11-17T22:34:00.000+01:002007-11-17T22:36:28.318+01:00y<br /><br />en un<br />segundo<br /><br />vivi una vida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2625889648554643923?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-666365395886029962007-11-13T12:45:00.000+01:002007-11-13T12:46:16.603+01:00robar<br />tus manos<br /><br />y con ellas<br />hechizar mi tacto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-66636539588602996?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-84131740284502948462007-11-12T21:33:00.001+01:002007-11-12T21:36:24.164+01:00en attendant<br />ses pas<br /><br />le doux temps de ses bras<br /><br />ses mots<br />sera sa voix pour moi?<br /><br />en attendant<br />juste un sens a tout ça<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8413174028450294846?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-48625685372078918202007-11-12T20:35:00.000+01:002008-01-13T12:07:36.288+01:00que algún día<br /><br />la luna<br />con las estrellas<br /><br />las regalarás al oscuro y vacío cielo<br />de mis deseos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4862568537207891820?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-69496425662641447802007-11-12T19:00:00.000+01:002007-11-12T20:39:34.630+01:00and thriving upon the touch of a smile<br />imagination<br />feeds a hungry heart<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[based on "a kiss to build a dream on" by louis armstrong]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-6949642566264144780?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-83095951711845935292007-11-12T17:30:00.000+01:002007-11-12T20:39:09.071+01:00only a kiss<br />to build a dream<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[in "a kiss to build a dream on" by louis armstrong]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8309595171184593529?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-7145730197644215712007-11-11T19:30:00.000+01:002007-11-11T23:40:52.465+01:00will the stars shine upon<br />and<br />this night<br /><br />be a day?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-714573019764421571?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-76547478272838472972007-11-06T18:47:00.000+01:002007-11-06T19:01:29.339+01:00<p>liberto de confins<br /><br />em simples<br />emoções livres<br /><br />alma liberta<br />aqui<br />e desde aí<br /><br />olha<br />e estende a mão<br />e dormirás<br />e viverás<br /><br />sempre<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">em memória de João Ferreira, meu eterno avô</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-7654747827283847297?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-45676142520594120122007-10-30T23:14:00.000+01:002008-01-13T12:08:11.495+01:00inconcordancia de palabras<br />para tratar de encontrar algo<br />para decirte<br /><br />esencia en suspenso<br />cadencia de mi<br />u obsesión de tacto con olor a oscuridad<br /><br />sobrelleva<br />esta insoportable agonía<br />o simple cercanía ambigua<br /><br />al silencio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4567614252059412012?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-64514578908245213252007-10-20T12:14:00.000+02:002007-10-20T12:24:21.972+02:00<p>where the road goes<br />if your heart chose<br /><br />where the day flows<br />if your love grows<br /><br />when your body dies<br />if your live flies<br /><br />only time<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[based on "only time" by enya]</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-6451457890824521325?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-42578091057320755752007-10-18T00:16:00.000+02:002007-10-18T00:20:50.941+02:00if the shadows call<br /><br />you may rise up<br />to find your sun<br /><br />and<br />shine upon us<br /><br />so...<br />may it be<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[based on "may it be" by enya]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4257809105732075575?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-30261809163462471692007-08-18T11:40:00.000+02:002008-01-16T13:01:21.711+01:00e seguro a tua mão<br />sobre a ponte dos teus jogos<br />grande, pequena, um pouco longe, um pouco perto<br /><br />caminho<br />e amar-te-ei<br />deslizo<br />e sonhar-te-ei<br />sinto<br />e segurar-te-ei<br /><br />a mão<br />de quanto és para mim<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">dedicado aos meus olhos de Martina, Lucas, Tatiana e Ricardo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3026180916346247169?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-50535150808193228712007-08-18T10:48:00.001+02:002007-08-18T10:52:01.312+02:00stella<br />che splende<br /><br />dolcemente e lievemente<br /><br />e che sveglierà<br /><br />in volo<br />in sogno<br />di voce in voce<br /><br />il canto dell'amore<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "il canto dell'amore" di antonella ruggiero]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-5053515080819322871?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-46876574786065656252007-08-17T16:14:00.000+02:002007-08-17T16:16:59.323+02:00cercando<br />intensamente<br />scoprendo<br />la mia identità<br /><br />dentro gli occhi della gente<br />senza asperttarmi niente<br /><br />ma<br />credendo<br />nella volontà<br />di chi fabbrica il presente<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4687657478606565625?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-58114298340883308722007-08-16T14:03:00.000+02:002007-08-16T14:04:43.196+02:00improvisado<br />instinto de sentir-te<br /><br />ou estranho reflexo<br />de olhares<br />em brilho<br /><br />sentidos<br /><br />entre tu e mil mares<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-5811429834088330872?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-45647659442417866752007-08-15T20:47:00.000+02:002007-08-15T20:49:12.780+02:00suspenso<br />na intensidade<br /><br />do<br />infinito<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4564765944241786675?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-49638765078175103912007-08-15T12:45:00.000+02:002007-08-15T12:48:50.800+02:00su in volo<br />su nel blu<br />su nel cielo<br /><br />scritte<br />nell'aria<br /><br />moti ascendenti precisi<br />su di me e il blu<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "in volo" di antonella ruggiero]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4963876507817510391?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-91053050281096046452007-08-15T12:38:00.000+02:002007-08-15T12:47:29.501+02:00un amore<br />che non<br />ho<br /><br />respira<br />accanto<br />a me<br /><br />ma<br /><br />sento che<br /><br />anche se<br /><br />anche se non ci sarai<br /><br />io ti amerò<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "di un amore" di antonella ruggiero]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-9105305028109604645?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-6347730857943576472007-08-15T11:11:00.001+02:002007-08-15T11:15:18.905+02:00<p>in a place<br />behind<br />the sun<br /><br />just a step<br />beyond<br />the rain<br /><br />leading from your eyes<br />a rainbow<br />highway to be found<br /><br />and that's where you'll find me<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[adapted from "somewhere over the rainbow"]</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-634773085794357647?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-10087169029169613362007-08-15T11:05:00.000+02:002007-08-15T11:07:24.381+02:00se non ci fosse<br />il vento<br /><br />che ruba il sonno<br />al mare<br /><br />se non ci fossero<br />le nuvole<br /><br />che all'improvviso<br />ritornano<br /><br />io ti raggiungerei<br />tra l'orizzonte e il cielo<br />per poterti dire che<br /><br />non ti dimentico<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[in "non ti dimentico" di antonella ruggiero]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1008716902916961336?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-1835253034272770232007-08-15T10:51:00.000+02:002007-08-15T10:52:58.646+02:00vivo<br /><br />di momenti<br />presentimenti<br />profumi<br /><br />che sento nell'aria<br /><br />e<br /><br />nel silenzio accanto<br />apro il cuore<br /><br />e<br /><br />sento<br />echi d'infinito<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "echi d'infinito" di antonella ruggiero]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-183525303427277023?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-28515802409282073932007-08-11T02:15:00.000+02:002007-08-11T02:16:35.321+02:00infinito<br />definido<br />limite<br />do teu olhar<br /><br />ou linha do meu horizonte?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2851580240928207393?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-39806343752827491662007-08-11T01:58:00.000+02:002007-08-11T02:12:12.338+02:00intimo<br />el tiempo<br /><br />y todo<br /><br />es<br />parte<br /><br />de una historia<br />que aun no vivi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3980634375282749166?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-91289505551943378512007-08-11T01:46:00.000+02:002007-08-16T14:11:11.922+02:00sente-me<br />como teu mar<br /><br />e<br /><br />mergulha<br />com impulso<br /><br />e essa luz<br />que me seduz<br /><br />e...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-9128950555194337851?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-79937406236342835742007-07-27T22:09:00.000+02:002007-07-27T22:15:14.929+02:00non riesco più a sognare<br />non riesco più a volare<br /><br />vento che vai<br />porta via<br />quello chi avevo dentro<br /><br />il mio cuore<br /><br />e sai già dove andare<br />e porta via<br />quello chi volevo<br /><br />il mio cuore<br /><br />corri<br />vai<br /><br />e porta<br />dove non c'è amore<br /><br />il mio amore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-7993740623634283574?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-15780002578226522392007-07-27T21:54:00.000+02:002007-07-27T22:01:30.301+02:00trying<br />or losing<br />or maybe winning<br /><br />always hiting<br />reality<br /><br />so clear to me<br />somehow drug, somehow out of control<br />keeping me from dying<br /><br />my life<br /><br />and have i told you how good it feels to be me?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1578000257822652239?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-60122754265682090232007-07-19T22:30:00.000+02:002007-07-27T22:08:06.146+02:00in cielo<br />muore il sole<br />in silenzio<br />sotto il canto della note<br /><br />un sogno<br />fortissimo<br /><br />che ormai limiti non ha<br />è muto<br /><br />ormai<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-6012275426568209023?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-80788503018162594732007-07-02T21:41:00.000+02:002007-08-08T23:18:22.464+02:00anoitece<br />um céu<br />turquesa<br /><br />e lá ao longe<br />tal<br />beleza<br /><br />teu rosto de Princesa<br /><br />dará<br />ao céu<br />a certeza<br />de uma vida acesa<br /><br />e esta<br />suave tristeza<br /><br />repousará<br />nessa tua<br /><br />aurora<br />turquesa<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">em memória de Aurora do Céu, minha eterna avó</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[baseado em "suave tristeza" de madredeus]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8078850301816259473?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-47380348643703543572007-06-21T00:01:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:09:00.885+02:00esquecer<br />esse encanto<br /><br />sem no entanto<br />e por contraste<br />num egoísmo louco<br />chegar a desejar<br />lamentá-lo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4738034864370354357?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-10982467923980588362007-06-20T20:36:00.000+02:002007-06-20T20:41:58.675+02:00desagua mar<br />no rio<br />desse desejo<br /><br />e na palma<br />do teu olhar<br /><br />transparente<br /><br />o destino<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[baseado em "transparente" de mariza]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1098246792398058836?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-22859298680052509342007-06-16T18:55:00.001+02:002007-06-20T20:44:51.944+02:00ser como era<br />ou ser a espera<br /><br />afinal<br /><br />faz guardar<br />a vontade de mudar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2285929868005250934?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-88882321348801662022007-06-16T18:36:00.000+02:002007-06-16T18:49:15.500+02:00prima di partire<br />per un lungo viaggio<br /><br />porta con te la voglia di non tornare più<br /><br />prima di pretendere<br />qualcosa<br /><br />prova a pensare a quello che dai tu<br /><br />prima di partire<br />per un lungo viaggio<br /><br />non è facile...<br />però...<br />prova solo ad amarti<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "prima di partire per un lungo viaggio" di irene grandi]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8888232134880166202?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-43415271168939086752007-05-30T23:30:00.000+02:002007-05-30T23:44:24.124+02:00esplodano le stelle<br />esploda tutto questo<br /><br />rimani solo<br /><br />ma<br />bruci il cuore<br /><br />e nel giro de due ore<br /><br />svanisca tutto quanto<br />svanisca tutto il resto<br /><br />almeno per un poco<br />o almeno per errore<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "bruci la città" di irene grandi]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4341527116893908675?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-1954098584115202152007-05-24T00:36:00.000+02:002007-05-24T00:44:27.547+02:00some other time<br />i'll catch up other time<br /><br />only other time<br />to hit the road to somewhere<br /><br />but now<br />let me just<br />hit the road<br /><br />without time, to nowhere<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-195409858411520215?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-43720491027794292692007-05-24T00:21:00.000+02:002007-05-24T00:26:42.452+02:00only a smile<br />whose burning light<br />will warm this winter eyes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4372049102779429269?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-57231166434696365762007-05-23T23:10:00.000+02:002007-05-24T00:32:12.055+02:00ven<br />hazme sonreír<br /><br />otra vez<br /><br />para que te dé<br />la mirada<br />que creías haber conseguido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-5723116643469636576?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-18934299844583370982007-05-22T21:15:00.000+02:002007-05-22T21:46:00.548+02:00along the lonely<br />thoroughfare<br /><br />maybe not the time or<br />place<br /><br />maybe<br /><br />to look for you<br />but maybe<br /><br />maybe you'll be there<br />maybe<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[based on "maybe you'll be there" by diana krall]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1893429984458337098?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-43631634592690772962007-05-21T01:37:00.000+02:002007-05-21T00:37:36.277+02:00oculto<br />bebiendo<br />el eco<br /><br />para tener aliento<br /><br />oculto<br />mirando<br />la sombra<br /><br />para volverme invisible<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4363163459269077296?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-26343119746479287092007-05-21T01:12:00.000+02:002007-05-21T00:13:33.275+02:00olhando<br />com espanto<br />ou sinceridade<br /><br />perfeitamente fiel<br />a um momento de entusiasmo<br /><br />ao movimento<br />expressivo<br />da extravasão<br /><br />da extravasão do seu olhar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-2634311974647928709?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-34316130980039605242007-05-20T17:15:00.000+02:002007-05-20T16:17:46.359+02:00distância<br />consequente<br />eloquente<br /><br />determinadamente<br />indefinida<br /><br />mas à razão de ser<br />com aparência comum<br />vulgar<br /><br />é esperada<br />e esquecida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3431613098003960524?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-45573919088759743202007-05-19T16:20:00.000+02:002007-05-20T15:00:58.254+02:00idiota<br /><br />por sublinhar beijos<br />a vermelho<br /><br />para o caso<br />de não voltar<br />a vê-los<br /><br />mais<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[baseado em "idiota" de nena daconte]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4557391908875974320?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-47860801428733325382007-05-19T16:15:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:59:42.105+02:00te busqué<br />hasta en el ruido<br /><br />de mi soledad<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[in "no sé cómo decirte" de nena daconte]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4786080142873332538?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-80007892460561257732007-05-17T18:28:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:57:42.820+02:00inicia-te<br />silêncio<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />e termina-te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8000789246056125773?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-13069039734724429342007-05-16T23:26:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:55:56.921+02:00longe<br />mas tão perto sentida<br /><br />a presença<br /><br />constrangida<br />do teu ser<br /><br />infinitamente<br />escondida<br />num espaço finito<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1306903973472442934?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-37271928422160683642007-05-16T17:17:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:55:00.946+02:00sem<br />tempo<br /><br />mas com serenidade<br />simples<br /><br />sem razão<br />mas com sentido<br /><br />faz desvanecer<br />a intenção do meu ser<br /><br />das minhas palavras<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3727192842216068364?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-81650383633610298182007-05-16T01:32:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:53:58.381+02:00fala-me<br />em silêncio<br /><br />para contemplar-te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8165038363361029818?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-54683240207418476742007-05-16T01:10:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:52:59.516+02:00quisiera desnudar tu<br />pensamiento<br /><br />lograr<br />entenderlo<br /><br />quisiera que ya fuese<br />mañana<br /><br />y saber<br />si me besaste<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basado en "tres segundos" de conchita]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-5468324020741847674?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-33634129791218941322007-05-16T00:18:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:51:44.523+02:00solidão<br /><br />sentimento?<br />culpa?<br /><br />desejo perdido?<br />esperança abandonada?<br /><br />anoitecer?<br />minuto estranho?<br /><br />proibido?<br /><br />sonho vão?<br /><br />solidão<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3363412979121894132?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-49352532173302286722007-05-11T00:22:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:50:12.954+02:00sono seduto qui<br />pensando che<br /><br />voglio parlare<br />voglio aspettare<br /><br />ma mi fai più piccolo<br /><br />se non sarai qui<br />con me<br /><br />se tu sarai qui<br />con me<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "amore lontanissimo" di antonella ruggiero]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4935253217330228672?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-81750608530366244672007-05-11T00:00:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:49:06.438+02:00falling leaves<br />drift by the window<br /><br />red and gold<br /><br />like<br />your lips<br />your april kisses<br />like you all<br />when autumn leaves<br />start to fall<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[based on "autumn leaves" by diana krall]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8175060853036624467?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-71051289690391771192007-05-10T19:46:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:47:25.878+02:00lábios<br />que riem<br /><br />olhos<br />que dançam<br /><br />sonhos<br />que repetem<br />sons solitários<br /><br />na noite<br />e separado<br /><br />um fantasma de ti<br />no meu coração<br /><br />obsessionado<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[baseado em "haunted heart" de jane monheït]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-7105128969039177119?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-86155200378015928452007-05-09T19:47:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:46:21.203+02:00era unha noite de<br />lúa<br /><br />unha noite<br />clara<br /><br />pólos camiños<br />a voz do vento<br />xemía<br /><br />os latexos do corazón<br /><br />os muros da noite<br />erguiam<br />e acedos ecos deixaban<br /><br />nos areales do corazón<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basado en "lavandeira da noite" e "maría soliña" de carlos nuñez]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8615520037801592845?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-37616329118342741482007-05-09T19:35:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:44:51.159+02:00ilumina<br />vem, ilumina<br /><br />ilumina-me<br /><br />ilumina a claridade<br />dos meus olhos<br /><br />acende<br /><br />acende a solidão<br />da lua<br /><br />descompassando-me o coração<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3761632911834274148?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-82269050478858671922007-05-07T23:11:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:43:30.785+02:00<p>meravigliosa paura<br />averti accanto<br /><br />[maravilloso miedo<br />tenerte cerca]<br /><br />quiero<br />mil lunas para acariciarte<br /><br />[voglio<br />mille lune per accarezzarti]<br /><br />colgado en tus sueños, cuido de ti<br />pendo dai tuoi sogni, veglio su di te<br /><br />no te despiertes, non svegliarti<br />non svegliarti...<br /><br />[ancora] todavia<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "meravigliosa creatura" di gianna nannini]</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8226905047885867192?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-58433692868212455462007-05-07T22:52:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:41:21.426+02:00<p>cada um<br />cada metade<br /><br />cada dúvida<br />cada realidade<br /><br />sem respirar<br />sentirei<br />procurarei<br /><br />mas<br />inevitavelmente<br />escreverei<br /><br />o teu nome sem o meu</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-5843369286821245546?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-89363162851743400472007-05-07T20:54:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:39:27.534+02:00templo<br />da alma<br /><br />ventania sem fim<br /><br />linha recta arredondada<br /><br />certeza quase acertada<br /><br />jogo encantado<br />que alguém inventou inspirado<br /><br />face<br />da mesma verdade<br /><br />felicidade<br />saudade<br /><br />sentimento<br />ou arrependimento?<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[baseado em "fado curvo" de mariza]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-8936316285174340047?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-91625019576970667102007-05-07T20:47:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:38:10.713+02:00palabras que besan<br />que traen<br /><br />locas<br />desnudas<br />que niegan<br />que disgustan<br /><br />que traen<br />que llevan<br />que besan<br /><br />hasta la noche<br />hasta el silencio<br /><br />que callan<br />que gritan<br /><br />siempre, letra a letra cantadas<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basado en "há palavras que nos beijam" de mariza]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-9162501957697066710?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-91304115979598417772007-05-06T21:45:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:36:34.060+02:00aprendi<br />a deixar ficar em silêncio<br />palavras ausentes<br /><br />assim<br /><br />aprendi assim<br /><br />que é bom ficar em silêncio<br /><br />neste silêncio que descobri<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[baseado em "palavras ausentes" de madredeus]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-9130411597959841777?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-7899904827621580142007-05-06T21:32:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:34:16.784+02:00<p>dizem que um amor infinito<br />já não há<br />porque não pode ser<br /><br />e eu<br /><br />não acredito<br />só peço para ver<br />ainda peço<br />para ver<br /><br />alegrias<br />tristezas<br /><br />fantasias<br />incertezas<br /><br />são verdades<br />são procuras<br /><br />mas<br /><br />um amor infinito<br />já não há<br /><br />e é impossível haver<br /><br />e um princípio<br />já não há<br /><br />nem há <span style="font-family:georgia;">nada a dizer<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[baseado em "amor infinito" e "ainda" de madredeus]</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-789990482762158014?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-77119747744984434392007-05-04T18:31:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:23:58.988+02:00<p>y es la fuerza del deseo<br />que me hace querer<br /><br />ir<br /><br />hasta el fin de tu mirada..<br />quizás más allá..<br /><br />o simplemente sonreír..</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-7711974774498443439?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-62584837246487580012007-04-24T23:10:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:26:04.472+02:00um futuro feito passado<br />sem que passado fosse<br />presente<br /><br />esquecimento<br /><br />recordado<br /><br />ou recordação esquecida<br /><br />talvez futuro feito<br />ausente<br /><br />presente<br /><br />esquecido<br /><br />ou passado recordado<br /><br />ausência presente<br />num presente ausente<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-6258483724648758001?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-91772806427778370032007-04-20T01:07:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:23:09.926+02:00se alegra el mañana de mis ojos<br />o es que la noche me sonríe<br /><br />sin tiempo<br />sin medida<br /><br />una mirada<br />y el silencio<br />abandonado<br /><br />desvela la realidad<br /><br />mientras se pierde el rostro<br />de una noche<br />inesperada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-9177280642777837003?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-44731901994797915202007-04-20T00:57:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:22:47.007+02:00ansiosamente<br />trazendo saudade<br />transparente<br /><br />e na vulgaridade<br />a lembrança<br />raptada e seduzida<br />continua ansiosa<br /><br />mas calou<br />sentiu, arrepiou<br /><br />e vai<br />ausente<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4473190199479791520?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-11379493030214532172007-04-16T23:55:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:35:19.320+02:00<p>non voglio sapere se ti piace il mare<br /><br />o tanto meno se sai cucinare<br /><br />voglio potermi identificare<br />non in te ma nel tuo ideale<br /><br />non vorrei che tu dicessi quello che so ma quello che non so<br />dire<br /><br />che tu sia<br />il sogno che ormai non ho più<br /><br />perché voglio che tu sia<br />speciale<br /><br />voglio che tu sia diverso<br /><br />voglio che mi aiuti a trovare<br />ciò che ho paura di essermi perso<br /><br />voglio che tu sia<br />un essere<br />speciale<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[basato da "essere speciale" di niccolò fabi]</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1137949303021453217?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-47428785605399985472007-04-03T01:58:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:22:04.456+02:00tentação<br />ou um novo caminho?<br /><br />fumo, rosa francês ou azul italiano?<br /><br />confusão ou liberdade?<br /><br />resistência<br />ou impotência?<br /><br />darei tudo?<br /><br />ou somente os loucos sabem o que isto significa?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4742878560539998547?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-10062768108435998342007-04-03T01:04:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:21:40.306+02:00espectante<br />embora dissimuladamente intencional<br /><br />evocado<br />quase sublime e quase perfeito<br /><br />inadequadamente aproximado<br />mas arriscado evasivamente<br /><br />com desmedida devoção<br />e simplicidade extenuante<br /><br />tudo<br /><br />agradavelmente pensado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-1006276810843599834?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-49635220606203912232007-04-03T00:04:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:21:11.881+02:00infinidade<br />comum<br />sinceramente falível<br />ou não<br />mas absolutamente compreensível<br /><br />eternidade<br />evasiva<br />absolutamente falível<br />ou não<br />mas sinceramente compreensível<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4963522060620391223?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-90925776293639134582007-04-02T23:54:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:20:25.480+02:00<p>leva-me aí<br />e ficarei<br /><br />ou partirei<br />mas demorarei<br />aqui<br />ou longe<br />mas sempre aí<br /><br />esconde<br />mas olha<br />e sorri uma palavra que o olhar não possa esconder<br /><br />simplesmente</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-9092577629363913458?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-45434556079896471312007-04-02T23:30:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:19:59.528+02:00quase<br />mas quase azul<br /><br />quase céu<br />quase prometedor<br />quase tocável ou totalmente intocável<br /><br />quase eu<br />quase tu<br /><br />mas sempre azul<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4543455607989647131?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-45593701756488044462007-04-02T23:17:00.000+02:002007-05-20T14:18:43.669+02:00<p>existem silêncios faladores<br />outros que não<br /><br />acidentalmente intencionais<br />outros que mais ou menos<br /><br />perdidamente perdidos mas achados<br />e até achados já encontrados<br /><br />gotas de silêncios<br />quiçá mares<br />por navegar ou inavegáveis<br /><br />mares acidentais<br />mares calmos<br /><br />calmos como silêncios<br />ou simplesmente silenciosos como o mar</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-4559370175648804446?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9096204316046061317.post-31527930764721145302007-04-01T01:38:00.000+02:002007-05-21T15:40:15.173+02:00e é a ideia que motiva o ser<br />ou o senão da sua vontade de viver<br /><br />e no entanto abstraía-me<br /><br />tão certo que o vago se fazia ver<br />até se tornar novamente transparente<br /><br />tal como o seu próprio mundo<br />tal como a sua própria essência<br />anulando o real em benefício da linguagem<br /><br />a fuga ao confessional, à procura<br />à primeira pessoa<br />a tudo o que pudesse aspirar<br /><br />e a imagem e o universo fundem-se<br />de maneira insólita<br />que não é imagem, que não é mundo,<br />mas sim o silêncio de uma ideia que procura o seu significado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9096204316046061317-3152793076472114530?l=meusecosdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joeldealmeidanoreply@blogger.com0