tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18360488603384203942012-02-16T12:14:01.841-08:00MAIS POESIA EM NOSSAS VIDASRoy Andradenoreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-46190529811903555732008-03-07T02:34:00.001-08:002008-03-07T02:40:01.528-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R9EbdchsDII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fErKOJWabXo/s1600-h/calor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174947639513058434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R9EbdchsDII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fErKOJWabXo/s320/calor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R9EaxchsDHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lqxPeHizqc0/s1600-h/calor.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-4619052981190355573?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-77598017920092291192008-01-14T13:19:00.000-08:002008-01-14T13:21:20.916-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Crespos os pêlos<br />Do seu peito<br />Emaranham-se, rebeldes<br />Aos meus cabelos<br />Doce sua saliva<br />E que desperta<br />A rubra flor<br />Rosa entreaberta<br />Doce cheiro de mar<br />Que inebria<br />Dia e noite<br />Noite e dia<br />Férreas mãos<br />Se ferro fere<br />Feneço, ferida<br />Sem reclamar<br />Calo meu peito<br />- É meu direito –<br />Não de pudor ou medo<br />Mas porque seu beijo<br />Me arrebata o ar.<br /><br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-7759801792009229119?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-42137680700921778232007-12-08T15:44:00.000-08:002007-12-08T15:46:01.805-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Algo em você emana</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Diferente</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Não sei o que é</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Exatamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Apenas sei que te adoro</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Simplesmente</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-4213768070092177823?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-61847551039089863912007-11-27T16:35:00.000-08:002007-11-27T16:38:19.343-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Eu ando pelas ruas da cidade</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Paisagens urbanas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Concreto sob meus pés</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E sobre a minha cabeça</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No coração decepção</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Em um cenário mundano</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Suspeitas mudanças </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Esperanças</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ruas:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Continuo entre elas</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-6184755103908986391?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-69851279480285739742007-11-21T03:34:00.000-08:002007-11-21T03:42:51.423-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R0QZq-AnDuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KyIREBFoKN0/s1600-h/Longe+do+Perigo+Novo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135257701099966178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R0QZq-AnDuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KyIREBFoKN0/s400/Longe+do+Perigo+Novo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-6985127948028573974?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-45891511151540667742007-11-13T04:40:00.000-08:002007-11-13T04:49:24.188-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmdMXWvFHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fJvcfW5CZ5M/s1600-h/Auto-análise.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132306086118757490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmdMXWvFHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fJvcfW5CZ5M/s400/Auto-an%C3%A1lise.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmcD3WvFGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lJ2AW-2gAVI/s1600-h/Auto-análise.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-4589151115154066774?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-11715011733776482652007-11-01T13:36:00.000-07:002007-11-21T04:30:47.963-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R0Qk4-AnDwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YHoHMiQ3TX4/s1600-h/Palpável.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270036246040322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R0Qk4-AnDwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YHoHMiQ3TX4/s400/Palp%C3%A1vel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Ryo9WytlNGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/760khMsMEyI/s1600-h/Palpável.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Ryo5aitlNDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n2zE30bpN60/s1600-h/Palpável.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-1171501173377648265?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-64786644369145516732007-09-28T07:26:00.000-07:002007-09-28T07:30:42.619-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Rv0QA-S24gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-rLbK7Ylj0/s1600-h/Olhos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115262360670888450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Rv0QA-S24gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-rLbK7Ylj0/s320/Olhos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Rv0Pm-S24fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eqjESNj5jXo/s1600-h/Olhos.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-6478664436914551673?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-74708617389996084472007-09-18T08:55:00.000-07:002007-09-18T12:11:01.026-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Você é meu abrigo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Meu quarto escuro no dia chuvoso</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A luz da vela na escuridão</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Suas mãos que afagam</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Seu abraço conforta</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Seu beijo delira</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Seu colo é uma nuvem</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estou no céu</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Com um anjo de veludo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Em um sono profundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vou ao paraíso</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Onde você é o amor</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-7470861738999608447?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-11615509629314745892007-08-21T12:20:00.000-07:002007-11-13T03:27:27.902-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RtNALVcD18I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OP_ZGrTyyXU/s1600-h/jogo+da+ilusão.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103493366218479554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RtNALVcD18I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OP_ZGrTyyXU/s200/jogo+da+ilus%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Caminhava eu </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pensando com meus botões</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sobre a vida e seus senões</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quando um cupido </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">É ... um cupido soprou</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ao pé do meu ouvido</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dizendo ser meu amigo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">E que </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Paixão e ilusão (co)habitam o mesmo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Coração </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-1161550962931474589?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-23209321110647392742007-08-15T03:47:00.000-07:002007-09-18T11:48:16.523-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Cometi um grande erro</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fui tentado e fui fraco</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Não resisti</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Então olhei-me no espelho</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Não vi alegria, nem simpatia</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Impossível foi encontrar sedução</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Não conseguia deslumbrar nada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Exceto o meu próprio reflexo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Temi as conseqüências</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Olhando-me então</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">O que verão? </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A mim?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Será o meu fim<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-2320932111064739274?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-32932966848318528112007-08-11T08:02:00.000-07:002007-09-18T11:49:10.337-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Você não pode ver um carro encostar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E se acha dono da rua</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Faz cara feia pra intimidar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Com esse jogo quer que eu entre na tua</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Com meu dinheiro quer se sustentar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Faz terrorzinho pra me assustar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Praticamente é gang de rua</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eu já estou com o saco na lua</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Então, vê...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vê se sai da minha</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Flanelinha!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vê se sai da minha...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Então, vê...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Coloco o carro em outro lugar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Você persegue, parece uma sombra</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pra que governo !? Pra desgovernar !?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Esse país que parece uma bomba ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pago imposto mais IPVA</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pratico slalon nos buracos da rua</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Qdo eu ando querem me multar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E, quando paro você está lá ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hoje eu rasguei dinheiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ninguém acreditava</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eu estava em terra estranha</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eu era um estrangeiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eu estava contra tudo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estava contra todos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Contra o mundo inteiro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-3293296684831852811?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-5003100357792643392007-07-27T12:48:00.000-07:002007-07-27T13:01:51.585-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RqpPB62XZZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mQ04plyryDU/s1600-h/Espasmo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091969223091512722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RqpPB62XZZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mQ04plyryDU/s200/Espasmo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RqpMm62XZYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EbaJ6vv15Y0/s1600-h/Espasmo.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-500310035779264339?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-51300381981723080652007-07-20T19:06:00.000-07:002007-07-20T19:12:53.709-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RqFrlK2XZXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sLiwKsk0CkY/s1600-h/eclipse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089467340217083250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RqFrlK2XZXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sLiwKsk0CkY/s200/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RqFqo62XZWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t3Q77lI5Iwo/s1600-h/eclipse.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-5130038198172308065?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-53300411779032597322007-07-13T11:09:00.000-07:002007-07-13T11:15:03.001-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Numa bela tarde, enquanto o sol ia caindo. . .</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Um inquieto Deus sentou-se ao seu piano<br />Então extasiado, ia tocando, tocando. . .<br />Seus dedos sobre o teclado, dançando . . .<br />Assim , seguia ele rezando, rezando . . .<br />Criando a humanidade que ia surgindo<br />Após um arpejo lindo, lindo, lindo . . .<br />Brilhou uma estrela sorrindo, sorrindo . . .<br />Essa estrela tomou corpo de mulher<br />E agora todo mundo pode ver<br />VOCÊ.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-5330041177903259732?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-77378790326205583152007-07-06T05:32:00.000-07:002007-07-06T06:08:38.434-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Ro4-yjDyFUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aQiInQ_hMtc/s1600-h/essencia+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084070067473356098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Ro4-yjDyFUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aQiInQ_hMtc/s320/essencia+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Ro490TDyFTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aagfLBIv1P4/s1600-h/essencia+2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Ro484TDyFSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/utwW9k063CE/s1600-h/essencia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Ro48PzDyFRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1yLHEp-Oxws/s1600-h/essencia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Ro44tTDyFQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pF6ZT3wlJQ4/s1600-h/essencia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-7737879032620558315?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-27932086623807342592007-06-29T05:32:00.000-07:002007-06-29T18:48:55.306-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RoT-izDyFPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5iWdmUDg1x4/s1600-h/CabÃ&shy;veis.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nossos lábios se tocam</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nossas línguas se entendem</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Os vermelhos se atraem</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se completam naturalmente</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Verdadeiramente</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">São meus</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">São teus</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">São nossos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Os desejos cabíveis</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RoT8qzDyFNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VQjKHxO_OQk/s1600-h/CabÃ&shy;veis.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-2793208662380734259?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-19338128367609907202007-06-15T06:30:00.000-07:002007-06-15T06:34:17.892-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Se olha</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">beija-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">se beija</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">deita-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">se deita</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">lambe-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">se lambe</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">come-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">se come</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">goza-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">se goza</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ama-se</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-1933812836760990720?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-56276394522974925542007-06-08T06:31:00.000-07:002007-11-13T04:33:48.286-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmZbXWvFFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xnj8WQpkDAs/s1600-h/O+legado+de+Indio+Vago+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132301945770284114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmZbXWvFFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xnj8WQpkDAs/s400/O+legado+de+Indio+Vago+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmXwHWvFEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9yvabnvhJWA/s1600-h/O+legado+de+Indio+Vago+1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmVxnWvFDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3plYE41qPBE/s1600-h/O+legado+de+Indio+Vago.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmTrXWvFBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XXMdyl6WXnI/s1600-h/O+legado+de+Indio+Vago.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzmSiXWvFAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c6r6N0Wlx5w/s1600-h/O+legado+de+Indio+Vago.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></p></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-5627639452297492554?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-68156636625263142402007-06-01T07:31:00.000-07:002007-06-01T07:32:45.352-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Faço-me </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Desfaço-me </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A cada dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Como cama de motel</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Monotonia </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-6815663662526314240?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-39248771085900967072007-05-25T03:33:00.000-07:002007-11-15T16:00:41.922-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzzdkeAnDtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fBgV07e7vls/s1600-h/Suas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133221293896175314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzzdkeAnDtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fBgV07e7vls/s400/Suas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RzzdNOAnDsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rZgszpSchNk/s1600-h/Suas.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-3924877108590096707?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-76849394667598189732007-05-18T04:24:00.000-07:002007-05-18T13:00:58.543-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Ah!!! Esses sentimentos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Que brotam dentro de meu peito</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Coração que não tem jeito</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Quer se apaixonar, quer se declarar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">E o cérebro interrompe esses devaneios</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Para primeiro, registrar todas impressões</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Até encontrar um momento</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">De contar e de sentir suas reações </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Na expressão desse olhar </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Conseguisse decifrar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Mas como explicar tudo isso</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Sem correr o risco de pagar o "mico"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">A dúvida de não ser entendido</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Alguma etapa que faça</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Poder a chance perder</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">De mais e melhor te conhecer</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Encontrando um tempo depois disso</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Estando ao seu lado, disfarçando</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Todo esse interesse que nasceu de um encanto</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Mal sei como e quando </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">E esse imenso desejo despertando</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Um fascínio que me causa estrondos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Dessa fêmea que sem pedir licença</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Toda noite é a invasora dos meus sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-7684939466759818973?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-59025179861674195782007-05-11T06:26:00.000-07:002007-09-18T12:06:13.791-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Lentamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me acomodo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No inóspito solo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do seu peito</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me endireito</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E lhe incomodo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se respiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se me ajeito</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mudo a roupa </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">O cabelo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Enceno caras</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">e bocas no espelho</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tento de todo jeito</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fazer o bem que você me faz</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mas não adianta</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pois você só fica feliz </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quando vou embora</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E lhe deixo em paz</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-5902517986167419578?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-385665083931534152007-05-04T03:41:00.000-07:002007-05-23T06:44:48.792-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RlRFOhfxGaI/AAAAAAAAADs/dz_KAnPLg_k/s1600-h/Aveludada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067751596510747042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RlRFOhfxGaI/AAAAAAAAADs/dz_KAnPLg_k/s200/Aveludada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/RlDhTxfxGZI/AAAAAAAAADk/_WRCSHMw4IU/s1600-h/Aveludada.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/Rjs7qCpK8UI/AAAAAAAAACw/B5jHLmrdQDE/s1600-h/Aveludada+1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-38566508393153415?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-42142665819792015572007-04-27T05:58:00.000-07:002007-05-11T07:49:30.503-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Amiúde os degraus apóiam pés apressados</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">que avançam catracas eletrônicas </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">o quase-silêncio habita este mundo concreto</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Belas e singelas donzelas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">ocupam espaços onde</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">encontros, desencontros</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">ilusões, desilusões</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">amores, desamores</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">permeiam os corredores</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">O desejo é transparente no sorriso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">muitas vezes sem aviso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">nas primeiras e também derradeiras horas do dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">aqui antes da faixa amarela</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">a plataforma é a passarela</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">modismos, odores, todas as cores</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">precisas simetrias, anatomias </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Estudantes, cabeças pensantes </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">corações brilhantes, simples figurantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">também partilham estes cenários pulsantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Efêmeros passageiros </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">miram seus momentâneos destinos </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">norte-oeste, leste-sul</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">linha verde, linha vermelha, linha azul</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">belém, luz, santa cruz</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Tudo traduz e reluz</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">a marca inigualável</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">a marcha incansável</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">desta cidade interminável</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">que sem seus trens e trilhos incessantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">torna-se inviável, inimaginável </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-4214266581979201557?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-15513934476559387992007-04-20T14:08:00.000-07:002007-05-01T14:49:42.370-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O meu amor </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">É seu seja quando e como for</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como o prédio pro elevador </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como a cor para o arco-iris </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como a xícara para o seu pires </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como o programa pro computador </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como o filme para o projetor </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como a antena para o transmissor </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como as flores para o beija flor </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O meu amor </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">É exclusividade pra você </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como a tarde pro anoitecer </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como a amada para o bem-querer </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como a bola para o goleador </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como as palavras para o escritor </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Como o cupido para o amor </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">A humanidade para o redentor</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Nossa Senhora pra Nosso Senhor</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-1551393447655938799?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-61329407666961769662007-04-12T20:24:00.000-07:002007-05-01T14:55:15.332-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Se de alguma forma</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Pudesse eu detectar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">A verdade ou a mentira em suas palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Talvez me matasse</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Para nunca mais sentir o gosto da dúvida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1836048860338420394-6132940766696176966?l=rimacomomateriaprima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roy Andradenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836048860338420394.post-47670384475398238342007-04-06T13:35:00.000-07:002007-11-21T03:50:10.567-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R0QbVeAnDvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LYMLt_UAm5I/s1600-h/Tanto+nova.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135259530756034290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jsgQ-HYxHxY/R0QbVeAnDvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LYMLt_UAm5I/s400/Tanto+nova.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a 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