tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46715573005912057562012-02-16T12:44:39.954-08:00Meu blog pessoal. de rascunhos 'poemísticos'..rsrs..KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-82298034973845260082011-09-25T18:28:00.000-07:002011-09-25T18:32:25.146-07:00<span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Este que me faz feliz</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Teu sorriso é singelo;</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">tua boca é ofegante.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Teu abraço é matreiro;</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">minha vida ao teu lado:</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>emocionante!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">KBM- 2011</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-8229803497384526008?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-39390760127466792422011-04-25T14:03:00.000-07:002011-04-25T14:31:20.531-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVrDQX9Hrrc/TbXoCY-vBSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xzE8dkgqGos/s1600/Borboletaria.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVrDQX9Hrrc/TbXoCY-vBSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xzE8dkgqGos/s400/Borboletaria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599636839468041506" /></a><br /><br />Para a amiga Vanessa Bastos.<br />KBM 2011<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3939076012746679242?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-82173716902332133062010-07-21T11:07:00.000-07:002010-07-21T11:09:53.169-07:00*´¨)<br />¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)<br />(¸.•´ (¸.•` ESTRELINHAS<br /><br />Estrelinhas brilham porque têm a capacidade de brilhar.<br /><br />Estrelinhas brilham porque estão próximas de Deus, do céu, da lua e do sol.<br /><br />E mesmo longe, a gente admira, ama e torce pra que elas continuem brilhando..<br /><br />E brilham ...<br /><br />E vão sempre brilhar..<br /><br />DE TIA KAKÁ PARA VITHÓRIA..<br /><br /> <br /><br />. * .*_/\_ *. * . <br />*. * >,"< * . *.KBM-2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-8217371690233213306?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-37454468746084813632010-06-24T08:02:00.000-07:002010-06-24T08:05:05.786-07:00<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Não é só falar de amor..</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">embora seja o que alimenta a minha mente.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">não vou dizer que te amo, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">mas também não sinto nada diferente.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">KBM 2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3745446874608481363?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-3943352400422834222010-06-24T07:59:00.000-07:002010-06-24T08:02:17.165-07:00<span style="color:#33cc00;">E hoje talvez ela saiba,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">que o amor não é só dor,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">não é só dar.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">É perceber que existe algo que encanta,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">que desperta felicidade na alma.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">O amor é suave</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">é como uma ave,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">que voa à toa em busca de ilusão.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">KBM 2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-394335240042283422?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-45731228100000034162010-06-24T07:49:00.000-07:002010-06-24T07:57:02.028-07:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;">Tolero tanta coisa..<br />tolero tanta gente..<br /><br />Um pedaço de esperança,<br />cabe dentro de uma semente.<br />A semente germina,<br />Os pensamentos<br />mudam... crescem...<br />e a vida termina.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">KBM 2009</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-4573122810000003416?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-61257339068872897062010-06-24T07:44:00.000-07:002010-06-24T07:47:09.431-07:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>O que acontece</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>O que acontece comigo?<br />O que acontece contigo?<br />Uma paixão perdida?<br />ou<br />[uma paixão errada?<br /><br />KBM 2009</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-6125733906887289706?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-63573538393683201702009-11-09T04:24:00.000-08:002009-11-09T04:33:29.421-08:00<p align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-_nPGA2J1Q/SvgL7Q4xxGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QmoSJoQEGd8/s1600-h/coracao12.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402080865804207202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-_nPGA2J1Q/SvgL7Q4xxGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QmoSJoQEGd8/s200/coracao12.jpg" /></a></p><div align="right"> <span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>ONDE TU ANDAS? </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong><br />Onde tu andas?<br />Pergunta meu coração baixinho.<br />Para que a razão não escute..<br />e não permita despertar os sonhos adormecidos.<br />Ah.. como é doce tudo que jamais será esquecido.<br /></div></strong></span><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>KBM- 2009</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-6357353839368320170?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-79949154045329361462009-07-31T10:44:00.001-07:002009-08-22T10:09:18.812-07:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">Tempo sonhado</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Um tempo sonhado é um tempo perdido?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">E tudo aquilo que sinto,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">não vale nenhum pecado.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Apenas um recado:</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Prefiro apenar ter um sonho,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">mas que se realizado."</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">KBM- 2009</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-7994915404532936146?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-32129126063157354012009-03-27T19:45:00.001-07:002009-03-27T19:49:29.197-07:00<span style="color:#6600cc;">Seja forte Colombina..</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">É só mais um sonho ruim.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Que já vai passar.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Como aquela chuva que caiu noutro dia de Carnaval.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Tua boca se enchera de alegria e de beijos eternos.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Mas sobretudo de muito amor.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Este Pierrot por quem choras,</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">não vale essa lágrima escorrida</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">que cai de tua face por horas..</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Teu Arlequin chegará,</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">e iluminara mais esse dia sombrio de tempestade e de chuva.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Como essa paixão, que ainda te consome,</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">e teu amor por este homem.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3212912606315735401?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-58118230956495587522009-03-27T19:42:00.000-07:002009-03-27T19:44:53.805-07:00<span style="color:#993399;">Não quero um Pierrot que só me deixa infeliz.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Quero viver um grande amor, e um dia de cada vez.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Cheia de risos e cócegas,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">até na ponta do nariz.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Quero te ter,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">quero te amar,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">quero apenas gostar,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">de quem me faça feliz.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">KBM- 2009</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-5811823095649558752?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-58122420008987510702009-03-27T19:41:00.001-07:002009-03-27T19:42:10.531-07:00<span style="color:#cc9933;">O coração é mesmo ingrato..</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">Sempre inventa de se apaixonar..</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">pelo que não se pode ter.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">KBM- 2009</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-5812242000898751070?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-55565159064244966952009-03-27T19:38:00.000-07:002009-03-27T19:40:08.780-07:00Tolero tanta coisa..<br />Tolero tanta gente..<br />Um pedaço de esperança<br />cabe dentro de uma semente.<br /><br />A semente germina,<br />os pensamentos mudam, crescem<br />e a vida termina.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-5556515906424496695?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-69505356370931407612009-03-27T19:37:00.000-07:002009-03-27T19:38:31.589-07:00<span style="color:#33cc00;">Amo-te pelo simples fato..</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">de ser capaz de acordar..</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">tudo aquilo que coxila no meu peito.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">KBM- 2009</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-6950535637093140761?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-56909220984598128792009-03-27T19:33:00.000-07:002009-03-27T19:36:57.889-07:00Acabo de perder um poema.<br />2009- KBM<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-5690922098459812879?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-35052898017310605212009-01-07T17:47:00.000-08:002009-01-07T17:49:09.028-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Cuidado Racional</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Um coração que é amado.. tem um refúgio.. e tem a paz.<br />A alma encontra a calma<br />O amor... o seu calor<br />Gostar é algo destemidamente desprovido..<br />..de qualquer cuidado racional.<br />Algo que não se explica..<br />Mas se entende..<br />..quando encontra sua alma metade pela frente.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">KBM-2009</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3505289801731060521?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-59895316435376076352009-01-02T20:19:00.000-08:002009-01-02T20:21:52.745-08:00<span style="color:#009900;"><strong>MuDANÇAS</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Uma mudança em minha vida..<br />Uma lágrima escorrida..<br />A dor de uma partida..<br />Mas esperança de um novo dia,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>e uma dança saldando a alegria.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>KBM 2009</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-5989531643537607635?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-35945515707340182322008-12-11T18:40:00.000-08:002008-12-11T18:41:40.771-08:00<strong>Por que amor me invadiste?</strong><br /><strong>Por que amor não me abandona..</strong><br /><strong>com o mesmo súbito de outrora?</strong><br /><strong>E esse lapso de sentimento que ainda vigora?</strong><br /><strong>É sem desejo pois dentro do meu peito..</strong><br /><strong>tu é que não mais mora.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>KBM 2008</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3594551570734018232?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-22769376124254493422008-12-11T18:35:00.001-08:002008-12-11T18:37:06.051-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;"><em>*Versos Tristes*</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Eu não queria fazer um poema triste..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Mas a palavra as vezes chora.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Eu não queria dizer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">que ainda dentro de mim tu existe.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Mas confesso que não te deixo ir embora.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">KBM 2008</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-2276937612425449342?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-33900017413850199382008-12-02T16:22:00.001-08:002008-12-02T16:24:47.092-08:00<span style="color:#000099;"><strong>*</strong><em>SONHAR</em><strong>*</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Sonhar..É bom sonhar..</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">O sonho é o impulso a busca..</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Buscar é usar do pensamento e das açôes para alcançar..</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">aquilo que se sonha e que se deseja..</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">KBM 2007</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3390001741385019938?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-21741704698981953232008-12-02T16:22:00.000-08:002008-12-02T16:22:28.540-08:00<em><span style="color:#009900;">*Te sonho*</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Te sonho.. E como te sonho!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">KBM 2007</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-2174170469898195323?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-16863854018298117132008-12-02T16:18:00.000-08:002008-12-02T16:19:29.667-08:00<em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">*Outro Arlequin*</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Um arlequin.. procurei sim.<br />Me trouxe entre os sonhos,<br />o sabor do alecrim.<br />Na beleza de toda cor,<br />na leveza do jasmim.<br />Descobri entre teus lábios,<br />um amor sem mais fim.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">KBM 2008</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-1686385401829811713?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-75709782907616056172008-12-02T16:16:00.000-08:002008-12-02T16:17:52.815-08:00<strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">* Le Pierrot*</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Espero o Pierrot que fará da minha vida um eterno carnaval.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br />KBM 2008</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-7570978290761605617?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-54617499781336183442008-12-02T16:10:00.000-08:002008-12-02T16:15:18.347-08:00<strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;">* O que é injusto*</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">o mundo nao é injusto</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;">..as pessoas sao injustas com elas mesmas.. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#339999;">KBM 2008</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-5461749978133618344?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-21620454556073414642008-11-29T11:49:00.000-08:002008-11-29T11:51:48.741-08:00<div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">*Por Hora*</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Ora num impulso escrevo..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">ora paro e me arrependo..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Ora desenho as letras que formam e desvendam segredos..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Ora as apago como se nunca tivessem sido a significação de um sonho..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">É uma inconstante..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Em meus atos desejos..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">mas nunca nos meus sentimentos..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Eles sim..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">são a única certeza diante dessa inconstante.. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">KBM 2007</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-2162045455607341464?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-71410406218307876222008-11-28T07:17:00.000-08:002008-11-28T07:20:41.366-08:00<div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>*Uma poesia*</em></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Uma poesia,</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">que toca na alma.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Que sussura o som mais belo,</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">em forma de palavra.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">KBM 2008</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">*<em>DEUSES</em>*</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Ah e essa convivência com os deuses,</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">...é que me faz querer ser um deles.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">KBM 2008</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-7141040621830787622?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-40140853431678033052008-11-28T07:11:00.000-08:002008-12-02T16:21:25.795-08:00<span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>*À Mario Quintana..*</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(grande poeta.. grande pessoa..)</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ah..</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>..os sonhos são eternos.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>..quen não tem sonho...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>...não vive a eternidade.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>KBM 2008</strong></span><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-4014085343167803305?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-32010139402704375662008-11-28T06:58:00.000-08:002008-12-02T16:18:42.394-08:00<div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;"><em>*Arlequin*</em></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Um arlequin fazendo da minha vida</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">um divinal</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">És minha alegria e eu sou</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">seu eterno carnaval.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">KBM 2008</span></strong></div><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3201013940270437566?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-13104370612202043002008-03-13T14:06:00.000-07:002008-03-13T14:12:23.104-07:00<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#009900;">A cada dia:</span></strong></em></div><em><span style="color:#009900;">A cada dia..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">Escrevo meus versos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">sem graça.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">Para manter viva</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">a lembrança</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">e a emoção.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">Nesse momento,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">me permito lembrar</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">dos únicos e bons momentos..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">..que incontestáveis</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">me arrebataram,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">e me fizeram..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">dependentes de uma paixão.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">KBM ( 07.03.08)</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-1310437061220204300?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-86072430089875760592008-03-13T13:59:00.000-07:002008-03-13T14:05:45.149-07:00<div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Uma distância:</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Tão perto de ti..</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">E tão longe..</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hoje,</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">acho que sei o que é saudade.</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Vim em tua busca</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">e em busca do teu amor.</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Fico na janela,</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">mirando o outro..</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Buscando tua casa com meu olhar,</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">e tentando alcançar teu pensamento.</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Será que já me pertenceu?</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ou nunca esteve junto ao meu?</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Choro,</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">choro pela emoção do dia, do momento.</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">E de perceber que é constante essa lembrança que me toma.</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hoje te deixo, vou embora.</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Retorno a minha morada,</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">com aperto no coração e a esperança de te ter novamente.</span></em></div><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">KBM (11.03.08)</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-8607243008987576059?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-30075745688789933812008-03-13T13:51:00.000-07:002008-03-13T13:59:07.232-07:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Pensamentos ao vento.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sentada em um banco qualquer.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">E os pensamentos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">surgem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">como idéias, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">inspirações </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">e insights de um artista.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">As lembranças são alertas do coração,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">que está vivo e sentindo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"> tudo aquilo que passa pelos pensamentos.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3007574568878993381?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671557300591205756.post-35111280510910566172007-09-07T18:55:00.000-07:002007-09-07T19:15:46.131-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G-_nPGA2J1Q/RuIFC-4bt0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/iQUq_U8gomY/s1600-h/avalon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107650476189136706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G-_nPGA2J1Q/RuIFC-4bt0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/iQUq_U8gomY/s200/avalon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>O Sentido da vida é..<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">EXISTIR.. SENTIR.. SONHAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">SE DIVERTIR.. DANÇAR.. CANTAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">QUERER..LUTAR.. CONQUISTAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">IMAGINAR.. INVENTAR.. CRIAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;">REPARTIR.. DOAR.. AJUDAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;">GOSTAR.. ADORAR.. AMAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;">FALAR.. CALAR.. RESPEITAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;">DORMIR.. DESCANÇAR.. SONHAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;">ACORDAR..LEVANTAR.. TRABALHAR...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;">VERBOS QUE SE CONJUGAM..SE COMPLETAM E SE REALIZAM...BASTA...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">D E S E J A R!!!</span></div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Kelly Bernardo Martinez</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671557300591205756-3511128051091056617?l=kymicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KYMICKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438620953900012453noreply@blogger.com0