tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89736817421211585062024-02-01T22:51:10.932-08:00Adivinhas no EscuroEu venho de baixo da colina, e sob as colinas e sobre as colinas meus caminhos conduziam. E através do ar. Sou o que caminha sem ser visto.Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-19679039707648707402010-09-05T19:21:00.000-07:002010-09-05T19:21:08.903-07:00Brain<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b>Será que isso realmente faz algum sentido.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b>Alguém realmente acha que algo tão frágil pode durar o tempo desejável.</b></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIblif1IFiaDZWYuJ_j_KwN90o3JPhOAZmXo4JJmUFyXkwHWXRLuuTAWSHQloMiKZdBqnzkm1EIbIWznEVCgL6LqfJWM5MQHTYDalEHyjVI1pLjYGLlGQH9I1TACR6kkvAA6ptAirkOBA/s1600/cerebro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIblif1IFiaDZWYuJ_j_KwN90o3JPhOAZmXo4JJmUFyXkwHWXRLuuTAWSHQloMiKZdBqnzkm1EIbIWznEVCgL6LqfJWM5MQHTYDalEHyjVI1pLjYGLlGQH9I1TACR6kkvAA6ptAirkOBA/s320/cerebro.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b>Suas funções poderiam ser mais bem utilizadas, talvez cortar alguns sentimentos que estão ocupando lugares desnecessários...</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b>Miss You =)</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b><br />
</b></span>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-4525328482487223852010-07-05T17:13:00.001-07:002010-07-05T17:19:49.371-07:00Tempo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Amigo querido, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">que passa por mim de uma maneira inesperada</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">quase não consigo te ver</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">sentir está ficando impossível</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">não me deixe para trás</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">volte e me leve ao paraíso</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span> <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Just Tonight</span>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-13080338122319008522010-04-17T13:55:00.000-07:002010-04-17T13:55:55.657-07:00O SaberAh! O Saber, como me agrada ler<br />
aqueles que passam vidas inteiras se dedicando<br />
ao que acreditam ser sabedoria.<br />
Alguns que dedicam seu tempo a bobagens momentâneas<br />
sem acentos, mas com um ar de sabedoria que acaba levando<br />
várias mentes desocupadas a crer naquilo<br />
que parece fazer tanto sentido, por conter palavras tá difíceis.<br />
Se só essas palavras difíceis fossem capaz de criar um<br />
verdadeiro sentido para o homem.<br />
<br />
Don't Lie Anymore...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVa2ZOSVe3pCZdKqmM39Tg1uRxeIXMGdnRS_BU20QDrOLEFZk8tljAk2uSeRxLbjhh7dnzCXxnuaEQNegQLRVEoEUYqM0D_8Jrm4SFXIkfHbchDB7Y9w1QbVic_NYuoNRPwA9fZZ8vSk/s1600/3762665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVa2ZOSVe3pCZdKqmM39Tg1uRxeIXMGdnRS_BU20QDrOLEFZk8tljAk2uSeRxLbjhh7dnzCXxnuaEQNegQLRVEoEUYqM0D_8Jrm4SFXIkfHbchDB7Y9w1QbVic_NYuoNRPwA9fZZ8vSk/s320/3762665.jpg" /></a></div>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-31264146081290554852010-04-06T13:36:00.000-07:002010-04-06T13:36:29.079-07:00Oi EuOlá para mim que me vejo parado<br />
no espelho mais um dia.<br />
<br />
Para quem me vê espero algo melhor, não<br />
no mesmo patamar que meus olhos<br />
verdes azulados meio castanho idolatram.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxLZzHOXpVpTlOu2y27uYXSh_ou8N1WIwIYlDmH-P359dsfqs7CkRuaLyc5-l-VUq7xvtiEpIsbkt_tsB_Kd8NoGpys7BfpZpUPLnVMZf_OoTyTfl8zvkchlBiKAAfagTlA4HqRsWzAc/s1600/VAIDADE-VAIDADE-TUDO-E-VAIDADE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxLZzHOXpVpTlOu2y27uYXSh_ou8N1WIwIYlDmH-P359dsfqs7CkRuaLyc5-l-VUq7xvtiEpIsbkt_tsB_Kd8NoGpys7BfpZpUPLnVMZf_OoTyTfl8zvkchlBiKAAfagTlA4HqRsWzAc/s320/VAIDADE-VAIDADE-TUDO-E-VAIDADE.jpg" /></a>Para quem não me vê, imaginem alguém<br />
alto beirando uma estatura baixa<br />
Cabelos longos na altura dos<br />
ombros, mais ou menos<br />
Olhos, como já disse, verdes<br />
azulados meio castanho.<br />
<br />
Minha beleza está em meu espelho.Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-80893348658640371632010-04-04T14:20:00.000-07:002010-04-04T14:20:59.230-07:00Mensagem de Páscoa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQlgesEKheJLSk_vIdsVtD21QFcdeh9F1gzHAnQilYs-rBed08RBp6ELe9IUpKYrUQDCscgu2kz0SHqLXtkWeGfwUGwHyi8Zs_gD6whDXEnsRKOw2-5Hn2xlqGD4aurRC9AN4a1_-lvU/s1600/coelho-da-pascoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQlgesEKheJLSk_vIdsVtD21QFcdeh9F1gzHAnQilYs-rBed08RBp6ELe9IUpKYrUQDCscgu2kz0SHqLXtkWeGfwUGwHyi8Zs_gD6whDXEnsRKOw2-5Hn2xlqGD4aurRC9AN4a1_-lvU/s320/coelho-da-pascoa.jpg" /></a></div>Páscoa, assim como Natal acabou virando<br />
uma época de comilança...<br />
<br />
Felizes aqueles que tem ovos se chocolate nesse dia!<br />
Para os que não tem vai o coelho mesmo... >>>>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-39417362813611872592010-03-31T09:33:00.000-07:002010-04-05T08:51:44.052-07:00Fechando o MêsAie o mês está acabando hoje e acho que escrevi <br />
bastante aqui, quase todos os dias...<br />
Para um balanço geral, vejo que tenho o total de...<br />
dois seguidores leitores... =p<br />
Ok! É um número satisfatório...=D<br />
Espero encontrar mais gente pelo caminho no próximo mês<br />
e conseguir ter mais idéias para escrever aqui...<br />
Bem, por Março é só pessoal<br />
vejo vocês em Abril...<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Yfplq-pwPjj-huT-37eT_iKYSW8vlTt07L9E7SxEvtc3S1R5rgvrfqcQ5WTlvBlcRN2NEnaOBnSgHmQngvwVnr6kXcOXfp0x4eBwCObD8ba7fPyIXpl0G_gJTdSK99888wR8-FMtZWk/s1600/6a00d83452183369e200e54f355f648833-500wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Yfplq-pwPjj-huT-37eT_iKYSW8vlTt07L9E7SxEvtc3S1R5rgvrfqcQ5WTlvBlcRN2NEnaOBnSgHmQngvwVnr6kXcOXfp0x4eBwCObD8ba7fPyIXpl0G_gJTdSK99888wR8-FMtZWk/s320/6a00d83452183369e200e54f355f648833-500wi.jpg" /></a></div>Lidi <span style="color: #674ea7;">♪</span><br />
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<a href="http://asobimasho.wordpress.com/">Link da Foto AsobiMasho</a>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-103719173941122412010-03-31T09:23:00.000-07:002010-03-31T09:23:16.570-07:00The CreationAquele que cria e sente o prazer de ser chamado<br />
de Pai, possui o poder nas mãos de ser digno<br />
de ser aclamado e reverenciado pela humanidade.<br />
<br />
Humanidade essa que hoje rejeita tudo que lhe <br />
foi DADO ou como alguns acreditam, EMPRESTADO.<br />
<br />
Você cuida do que tem?<br />
Sente vergonha de dizer quem criou?<br />
<br />
Acaba sentindo vergonha de você mesmo e de<br />
sua própria existencia.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi544CmOg7-xKxa0acRyMnCMvZ8NCLii4uvU-pAQqEhUe1hO22NpkvF4KXCjHfGwvu189JmR-I_vo6IZuWP2qW5GrKjQEbGD3GC5-EJanWAFaef-FmjTfCkeNL-9BRoMuSSrbTgnftc_-s/s1600/creation-hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi544CmOg7-xKxa0acRyMnCMvZ8NCLii4uvU-pAQqEhUe1hO22NpkvF4KXCjHfGwvu189JmR-I_vo6IZuWP2qW5GrKjQEbGD3GC5-EJanWAFaef-FmjTfCkeNL-9BRoMuSSrbTgnftc_-s/s320/creation-hands.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>God save Us!Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-80826389566939174292010-03-31T09:15:00.000-07:002010-03-31T09:15:23.372-07:00Um Carta para Meu AmorComo me sinto bem ao abrir os braços e sentir você<br />
Abrir os olhos com a certeza de vê-lo<br />
Amar sem limites com a paixão pelos detalhes que encontro <br />
ao seu redor.<br />
Sentir a liberdade que você libera pelo caminho<br />
<br />
Abrançando todos os dias essa vontade de acordar<br />
de novo e dizer o sinto. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsfMc4-KbsVpi1WNLUXAZrOnGAFUES2_hQdJ866srKQhBluI5SpLhGB1-20N3dEEBTFloOwUitEOTxDdq5s6xCt7zmsU5aTrfwlzFTBzU2fSA3DtJGf3FLrnYXUQ-D4tzNmrqvA0Kdc4/s1600/wallpaper4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsfMc4-KbsVpi1WNLUXAZrOnGAFUES2_hQdJ866srKQhBluI5SpLhGB1-20N3dEEBTFloOwUitEOTxDdq5s6xCt7zmsU5aTrfwlzFTBzU2fSA3DtJGf3FLrnYXUQ-D4tzNmrqvA0Kdc4/s320/wallpaper4.jpg" /></a></div>To my Love, with Love <span style="color: red;">♥</span>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-47011034392837974162010-03-31T07:28:00.000-07:002010-03-31T07:28:34.293-07:00look like this...Que mundo grande que vejo<br />
com meus grandes olhos...<br />
Pena que você não vê esses<br />
multi ângulos e multi cores que eu vejo.<br />
<br />
Sou tão pequeno e ao mesmo tempo<br />
tão grande, para criaturas que assim como eu<br />
possue grandes olhos para enchergar<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujAwEe1mX7x0G6cTpW2n4J0_DjwbiV3FrNGbv1GDutAr67INj-YP_Ha9qvNRMdlEH54sOFd2f-HFhDBceHV5r0lBdsOSVucJ3PkDHW3Q8WGkwY6u-8LjXW553Pw1ALc8ubIa4Kl9xavs/s1600/hornet-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujAwEe1mX7x0G6cTpW2n4J0_DjwbiV3FrNGbv1GDutAr67INj-YP_Ha9qvNRMdlEH54sOFd2f-HFhDBceHV5r0lBdsOSVucJ3PkDHW3Q8WGkwY6u-8LjXW553Pw1ALc8ubIa4Kl9xavs/s320/hornet-13.jpg" /></a></div>o mundo e a criação de alguém maior que eu...Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-92100203695919807842010-03-31T07:20:00.000-07:002010-03-31T09:06:49.989-07:00WakeUpAhhh dia preguiçoso...<br />
Levantar para mais um dia, olhar para frente sempre<br />
Deixando para meu travesseiro o resto da noite...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDPx4Lci2A4-LADy0jz1tUk1rsGAnnwXtQlBPYusVgc3VFSgeAaMXXPlctFIyCmeYYX4R1_GMisCb2LWusVlhMY8velyz1ZfFj6RNdWOfWH0QJi9UhgxmqDteMdrnWT3QFLKw-qsf4U8/s1600/despertar-en-la-rutina1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDPx4Lci2A4-LADy0jz1tUk1rsGAnnwXtQlBPYusVgc3VFSgeAaMXXPlctFIyCmeYYX4R1_GMisCb2LWusVlhMY8velyz1ZfFj6RNdWOfWH0QJi9UhgxmqDteMdrnWT3QFLKw-qsf4U8/s320/despertar-en-la-rutina1.jpg" /></a></div>Me dê mais cinco minutos Despertador!Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-24059819484225018262010-03-26T08:58:00.000-07:002010-03-26T08:58:39.189-07:00MirrorMirrorAh espelho, espelho Meu<br />
o que devo esperar do amanhã?<br />
<br />
Que aqui se reflita o que sinto e esconda<br />
o que não quero sentir.<br />
<br />
Que como o reflexo o mundo não seja<br />
tão distorcido<br />
<br />
Faça as <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnnSTCnrQ9TUA0lDyL5gQd5uqG9S-XiLqtTwHbc0A2qtKSAZp9DClhLcBmQ37rw7geS28OhFJOFEJO8Xlby6gR6SnvQJOYadfCpNaMCS9sYLF8JfnUseKIzTtCRsb38PGmzwo4hTP6e8/s1600/MirrorMirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnnSTCnrQ9TUA0lDyL5gQd5uqG9S-XiLqtTwHbc0A2qtKSAZp9DClhLcBmQ37rw7geS28OhFJOFEJO8Xlby6gR6SnvQJOYadfCpNaMCS9sYLF8JfnUseKIzTtCRsb38PGmzwo4hTP6e8/s320/MirrorMirror.jpg" /></a></div>pessoas me verem com os seus olhos.<br />
<br />
Ah espelho, espelho Meu.Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-23196868760456736202010-03-21T15:57:00.000-07:002010-03-21T15:59:17.532-07:00About Elf<i>São gente bela e maravilhosa, e possuem poder sobre o coração</i><br />
<i>dos homens. E no entanto às vezes penso que poderia ter</i><br />
<i>sido melhor se jamais os tivéssemos encontrado, e sim</i><br />
<i>trilhado caminhos mais humildes. Pois eles já são antigos em</i><br />
<i>conhecimento, e são altivos e resistentes. Nosso brilho enfraquece </i><br />
<i>diante de sua luz, ou então consumimos nossa chama de forma</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9lmAwLdTRoeoTYdjdUvKtTM38mtE6rqUpd8MLPh4E4eWCPGHmLhlq7BoDH0Ifwk3JmSgbrNrT9rDKf6CTOFMCf290H2wbC8mQqzY8Fv-7B97xol7n2Ghz4dmBRBl_kgNuVDby1R8xoM/s1600-h/561880021_7a2998b2df.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9lmAwLdTRoeoTYdjdUvKtTM38mtE6rqUpd8MLPh4E4eWCPGHmLhlq7BoDH0Ifwk3JmSgbrNrT9rDKf6CTOFMCf290H2wbC8mQqzY8Fv-7B97xol7n2Ghz4dmBRBl_kgNuVDby1R8xoM/s320/561880021_7a2998b2df.jpg" /></a></div><i>muito rápida, e o peso de nosso destinho recai com mais força sobre nós</i>.Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-82390989992480210112010-03-21T13:21:00.000-07:002010-03-21T13:24:15.543-07:00Long, long way to go...Como de costume, tudo parece perdido e distante.<br />
É como se num piscar de olhos a realidade voltasse<br />
<br />
Então você acorda mais um vez e percebe<br />
que ainda há um longo caminho pela frente...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHEsWWXhPlHqn48DDt7hbqrJ0nOdnwShMyXBB97Aj25IWJNLdJ-ltmsjCiu38KDSp28k75Ys66R71MSiPYDX22uxh7ysTi5itj3dV4zjirryS2_xdmnHtUtMvg1NyiJTIHm33WLovayw/s1600-h/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHEsWWXhPlHqn48DDt7hbqrJ0nOdnwShMyXBB97Aj25IWJNLdJ-ltmsjCiu38KDSp28k75Ys66R71MSiPYDX22uxh7ysTi5itj3dV4zjirryS2_xdmnHtUtMvg1NyiJTIHm33WLovayw/s320/saudade.jpg" /></a></div>Juntos chegaremos ao destino.Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-31447831483979690392010-03-17T09:15:00.000-07:002010-03-17T09:17:24.884-07:00Just Relaxx!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFT7PqxeRoGDRRgOd4i8e3vcnNaun1cXRHz2xOkV41HMZ8NKFp__zz6HTwujCy5D6UR2YhAs2hCm27bRFZG-aBmN35NVibUzH_mmZoudn0zKvidyguz6mKyyMJh62EpnevSCIMGO8vAwg/s1600-h/vinho-tinto-254x300.jpg.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFT7PqxeRoGDRRgOd4i8e3vcnNaun1cXRHz2xOkV41HMZ8NKFp__zz6HTwujCy5D6UR2YhAs2hCm27bRFZG-aBmN35NVibUzH_mmZoudn0zKvidyguz6mKyyMJh62EpnevSCIMGO8vAwg/s320/vinho-tinto-254x300.jpg.bmp" /></a></div>It was an early Monday morning <br />
I'm racing for the stars <br />
I had not ime to smell no roses <br />
Catching a train for Mars <br />
<i>I always tried to ride a rainbow <br />
I need something to prove <br />
But one day an old man turned and said <br />
Your burnin out the fuse <br />
Take a litte time, yeah, to drink your wine <br />
A little rest is needed <br />
Leave3 the world behind <br />
Find a piece of mind <br />
In Bourbon street I had my palm read <br />
From the gypsy kind <br />
She said to me don't close no doorways <br />
Open up your mind</i>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-28042299261262946662010-03-17T09:13:00.000-07:002010-03-17T09:13:52.260-07:00The Hobbit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_GE9vai8tGEYgPhmdow_wffwja-URk34VV2QpxUy-Zt9SP4JdI8CfZuvtZ51_cAzHZz-_4rgJDoLctLv-skAKcGGtpBJEBhowwOlOxVc-87b-WEu2-m-_2F1oJlVAjOUs3bA9FAAzJxI/s1600-h/hobbit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_GE9vai8tGEYgPhmdow_wffwja-URk34VV2QpxUy-Zt9SP4JdI8CfZuvtZ51_cAzHZz-_4rgJDoLctLv-skAKcGGtpBJEBhowwOlOxVc-87b-WEu2-m-_2F1oJlVAjOUs3bA9FAAzJxI/s320/hobbit.jpg" /></a></div>E quem poderia imaginar que<br />
uma criatura tão pequena poderia<br />
derrotar inimigos tão grandes<br />
e conquistar o respeito de seres tão superiores<br />
com sua alma tão pura e gentil...<span id="goog_1268841965602"></span><span id="goog_1268841965603"></span>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-68151165701016445492010-03-16T12:26:00.000-07:002010-03-17T09:17:50.781-07:00Deep Dark Ocean...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIKt4eRQW7a-m7Ghxtd3TEeMPCBEp3XnbdSbOSWlT-b3DTRWgPxg3KAU0r4Rap2MftLSgIFUIxYq7f09ry-xrLFpsisbMLjtSg9m11FDNw9Uo2kwaqKsGM8POjIl12W4vxH8oU5y_2qE/s1600-h/caught_by_death_by_BlueBlack2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIKt4eRQW7a-m7Ghxtd3TEeMPCBEp3XnbdSbOSWlT-b3DTRWgPxg3KAU0r4Rap2MftLSgIFUIxYq7f09ry-xrLFpsisbMLjtSg9m11FDNw9Uo2kwaqKsGM8POjIl12W4vxH8oU5y_2qE/s320/caught_by_death_by_BlueBlack2.jpg" /></a></div><i>Uma alva coruja sobre as águas assombradas</i><br />
<i>poeta de deuses antigos<br />
chora para contar a história sem fim<br />
profecias de enchentes futuras</i><br />
<i>uma aura de mistério a ronda<br />
a dama num branco brilhante<br />
brevemente o encarnado deverá nascer<br />
o criador da noite</i><br />
<i>escuridão profunda no reino de sua majestade<br />
um presságio do mundo de amanhã<br />
que deva a poção lhe dar poder<br />
o senhor não nascido de olhos vermelhos</i><br />
<i>uma cortesia fatal das águas ensanguentadas<br />
o berço de infinita escuridão<br />
a magia para controlar esta terra<br />
esculpida na tumba de uma criança</i><br />
<i>irei morrer pelo amor da ninfa*<br />
sua sedução embeleza e queima<br />
bem vindo ao fim de sua vida<br />
- viva o nascido do oceano!</i><br />
<i>desgraçada é minha virgindade<br />
a morte costurou meu vestido de casamento<br />
oh grande briza azul, orvalho da manhã<br />
para você é o berço da imagem divina</i><br />
<i>coragem, agora longo descanso é doçura<br />
comigo aqui no fundo</i><br />
<i>eu orei por prazer, desejei por amor<br />
orei por você...</i><br />
<i>nunca ore por mim!</i><br />
<i>que diabos você é para mim?<br />
nada mais que um sonho mortal para ver?</i><br />
<i>esta vida indiferente deve ser afogada<br />
o eterno só para mim</i><br />
<i>saia de mim<br />
saia de mim<br />
saia de mim....</i><br />
<i>de berço para caixão<br />
que deva minha doença ser sua paixão</i><br />
<i>nós devemos deixar os golfinhos livres<br />
nós devemos lavar o escuro oceano ensanguentado<br />
nossa canção irá ecoar sobre as montanhas e mares<br />
a eternidade irá recomeçar mais uma vez em paz</i>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-52232438418944573452010-03-16T12:03:00.000-07:002010-03-17T09:18:10.729-07:00In Blood...Forte, chamativo, apaixonante...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kXLqPxdX3taaFGo4t7uyDKdosfHAuY9DJZtyxWa29OPK8ORIL64uBtOHx3LwJveyOHauLmhJJxefugEvpn9nfEiZwFFjUtkVBx8rXac9GIMXf0xDYP-KG_3iRugSgr001Ls5acvLERs/s1600-h/mulher_sangue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kXLqPxdX3taaFGo4t7uyDKdosfHAuY9DJZtyxWa29OPK8ORIL64uBtOHx3LwJveyOHauLmhJJxefugEvpn9nfEiZwFFjUtkVBx8rXac9GIMXf0xDYP-KG_3iRugSgr001Ls5acvLERs/s320/mulher_sangue.jpg" /></a></div>Tantas qualidades para algo tão simples e vital...<br />
<span id="goog_1268765274255"></span><span id="goog_1268765274256"></span>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-14857089136458978782010-03-14T17:05:00.000-07:002010-03-17T09:18:22.796-07:00In the Begin...Era tão fofo...<br />
você me abraçava e eu correspondia...<br />
você cresceu e eu fiquei perdido no tempo<br />
<br />
Agora abandonado...<br />
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O que era amor volta a ser amor até que o dia acabe,<br />
poderemos até ter quem sabe um doce novembro?<br />
<br />
Ou esperaremos aqui pelo dia depois de amanhã, quando<br />
tudo volta a rodar novamente.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Luv You<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARU-kq9ZWJoKXjMeRqm8Ar9Sne-win_Ah3VUaIr5UhYG0Jts3dI2fOg8jPGy4baszTVz5j0rKxPSvWdhVOXHbW2AmNPpkReBORcmTktIYFB5cAEN7I1kDw24uP3K8Eka0ABLKTdUmrmU/s1600-h/FD927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARU-kq9ZWJoKXjMeRqm8Ar9Sne-win_Ah3VUaIr5UhYG0Jts3dI2fOg8jPGy4baszTVz5j0rKxPSvWdhVOXHbW2AmNPpkReBORcmTktIYFB5cAEN7I1kDw24uP3K8Eka0ABLKTdUmrmU/s320/FD927.jpg" /></a></div>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-54324069385055071642010-03-13T09:20:00.000-08:002010-03-17T09:18:49.127-07:00GiftE tudo o que faço...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdne2BAYjGZs6EloJ5HY1mfebe8sc8B8zN3VsrOYGs5wVfs_RMaHAi1fjzn9cahVn-JPcyQayyAK5Hni4777Pq3OJRbW2nUVlAmgDaVhKyEAq29R5H-yrZDRC9gsTWlfXfvFSWHzFc64/s1600-h/UnhappyCoupleG_468x344+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdne2BAYjGZs6EloJ5HY1mfebe8sc8B8zN3VsrOYGs5wVfs_RMaHAi1fjzn9cahVn-JPcyQayyAK5Hni4777Pq3OJRbW2nUVlAmgDaVhKyEAq29R5H-yrZDRC9gsTWlfXfvFSWHzFc64/s320/UnhappyCoupleG_468x344+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" /></a><i>I hide my thoughts<br />
Behind these truthfull lies<br />
So, I swell<br />
No sense of time<br />
I'm lost inside my head<br />
So, I throw my life away<br />
(I'd give everything for you)<br />
I'm lost inside<br />
Without you I'm not free<br />
And for your love<br />
I'm struggling in between<br />
I hide my thoughts<br />
Behind these truthfull lies<br />
It's my spell<br />
With you my life's<br />
So sacred and secure<br />
I long to live for you<br />
How many lives do I have to live<br />
Without your touch on my skin<br />
How many tears I have to cry<br />
Without you here by my side</i>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-79187298442748109702010-03-13T07:45:00.000-08:002010-03-17T09:19:24.460-07:00Free...Tão fácil escapar quando se há vontade...<br />
Díficil é se libertar daquilo que sempre foi importante,<br />
ou pelo menos julgava ser.<br />
<br />
<br />
Qual caminho seguir então?<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBhNEws9X71PVH4J6DgEPdNn6t_CYtCq-4q4cYonnOe1RbtRMhFxxgv3TTbnmwtvIXJeGgR_XyYZl3OWe96Ssb-grGbF_uP-G5xcXCfk0RYVzvhW4g04RvO3e5FDiYpdrU5EvmbmQNBI/s1600-h/Passaro-Engaiolado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBhNEws9X71PVH4J6DgEPdNn6t_CYtCq-4q4cYonnOe1RbtRMhFxxgv3TTbnmwtvIXJeGgR_XyYZl3OWe96Ssb-grGbF_uP-G5xcXCfk0RYVzvhW4g04RvO3e5FDiYpdrU5EvmbmQNBI/s320/Passaro-Engaiolado.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
<i>Get out of your shell before you accuse me<br />
'cause you're the one who's spinning around<br />
Spill it out!<br />
Watch your ways and try not to please me<br />
Please yourself, you rag doll of love<br />
Spit your lies of all the things you could do for me<br />
I'm too tired of this whole god damn freak show<br />
Far from disorder</i> <i><br />
I find serenity<br />
I will let you go ... for life<br />
Sell your soul to someone who makes you feel so fine<br />
May the glare last more than one whole day<br />
Your bitchin' around, it doesn't fit in me<br />
So I turn around and close the door</i>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-67569319553903738902010-03-12T19:44:00.000-08:002010-03-17T09:21:06.186-07:00Mask...Sinto a necessidade de tirá-la, uma vontade que machuca.<br />
Devo então aguentar por mais tempo, até que ela seja tirada de mim.<br />
Enquato isso, os sorrisos permanecem. Há felicidade?<br />
Talvez de um lado...<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEfOtAl_ya5LIM9wlvUTe4FEtmr5ke5A85WywPw9kdacOEevSj8vjtWkB5qFbAwU2r2TGXlZsjq1XEgjGM4OV6a2Oe2tqtWVv7sqHwTN9OzD63wAoC0iXJ27bq9JwM4Z6uZ_HEEs84ks/s1600-h/mascara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEfOtAl_ya5LIM9wlvUTe4FEtmr5ke5A85WywPw9kdacOEevSj8vjtWkB5qFbAwU2r2TGXlZsjq1XEgjGM4OV6a2Oe2tqtWVv7sqHwTN9OzD63wAoC0iXJ27bq9JwM4Z6uZ_HEEs84ks/s320/mascara.jpg" /></a><i>Come along with the whispering cold and fall<br />
They left you nothing more to seek from here<br />
So roll the feast in flames unforgettable<br />
Take a bow to the end, reload your remorse<br />
Every line is a thorn bite through your eyes<br />
Still remains the everlasting hope for a bitter war<br />
If it has made you colder turning your life for justice</i> <i><br />
They have learned to obey<br />
Broken the rules I followed, burning for name so hollow<br />
I will learn to obey<br />
Among the weak and heartless I can breath the air veiled just like them</i> <i><br />
Still remains the everlasting hope for a bitter war<br />
If it has made you colder turning your life for justice</i> <i><br />
They have learned to obey<br />
If it has made you colder turning your life for justice</i> <i><br />
They have learned to obey<br />
Broken the rules I followed, burning for name so hollow<br />
I will learn to obey<br />
If it has made you colder</i> <i><br />
They have learned to obey<br />
Broken the rules I followed<br />
I will learn to obey</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i><br />
</i>Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8973681742121158506.post-43814832858486667312010-03-12T11:55:00.000-08:002010-03-17T09:20:20.492-07:00You ***O que era branco misturou com o preto<br />
e o preto se perdeu no branco.<br />
<br />
Nossa felicidade colorida foi amadurencendo<br />
e perdendo seu vigor.<br />
<br />
O que há agora é tão simples que se torna complexo para<br />
colorir.<br />
<br />
<i>Ela é preta com lista branca, ou branca com lista preta?</i><br />
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Quanta conversa sem utilidade, quantos pensamentos<br />
sem utilidade.<br />
Apesar que há utilidade, encher mais ainda a <br />
cabeça com aquela velha bobagem...<br />
<br />
Quero fugir daqui, ou simplesmente esvaziar<br />
minha mente.<br />
<br />
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Todas essas figuras que me mostram uma face<br />
que no fundo desejo ignorar.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdl57s59hZ8r1IyeScS6KALhVVOEgO10YGoNwnJoSFT3v8si7fjazW4fKywL6yvupIOX2euDPKuR5M55_OkbX5uIG27BDIn8HfQZhThp5oLovNS5vqlQPH31plw8kwfRqzaQwefRX80pY/s1600-h/In+Solitude+I+Wander+-+2008+-+Violin+Sonata+n%C2%B01+in+Dm+%28Single%29+-+Uploaded+By+F%C3%AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdl57s59hZ8r1IyeScS6KALhVVOEgO10YGoNwnJoSFT3v8si7fjazW4fKywL6yvupIOX2euDPKuR5M55_OkbX5uIG27BDIn8HfQZhThp5oLovNS5vqlQPH31plw8kwfRqzaQwefRX80pY/s320/In+Solitude+I+Wander+-+2008+-+Violin+Sonata+n%C2%B01+in+Dm+%28Single%29+-+Uploaded+By+F%C3%AA.jpg" /></a></div>Se fosse tudo tão simples como o vento.Lidi Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08464252456372733954noreply@blogger.com0