tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70302470407312407022011-04-21T11:00:00.494-07:00Apenas um lembrete de coisas inesquecíveis.Marcelonoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030247040731240702.post-18089536042624508112008-07-12T11:40:00.000-07:002008-07-12T11:42:28.273-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1">...<br />every night i wonder if you know</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> no matter what they say i won't let go</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> don't ask yourself if i'll always be there</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> cause forevers how long i'll care</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> as time goes by and the feeling gets stronger</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> to be in your arms</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> can't awit any longer</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> look in my eyes and see its true</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> day and night </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="txt_1"> all my thoughts of you</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />..."<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >Stevie B, I'll Be Loving You - Clássico dos bailes funks nos anos 80/90<span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030247040731240702-1808953604262450811?l=macsnake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcelonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030247040731240702.post-5154587251734334382008-06-08T07:23:00.000-07:002008-06-08T10:24:14.489-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >You were with me this night, I was protecting you this time<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Waiting only to receive as prize, your angelical smile<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Nice dream it'd be, just to see how we're near<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >You pulled my face and gave me kiss with all your grace<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >I felt my body chill, I felt the relief of your mouth like it were real<br />But was just my mind showing to me what I wanted to see<br />I'll wait for you again in another dream, for another kiss to gain</span><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030247040731240702-515458725173433438?l=macsnake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcelonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030247040731240702.post-25954627140727611402008-04-02T07:15:00.000-07:002008-06-08T11:03:50.302-07:00<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Certos cheiros me trazem lembranças, mas ontem foi bizarro.<br /><br />Cheiro de formol no salão me fez lembrar da minha saudosa estadia do Hospital Gafreé Guinle, público, na Tijuca.<br />Momento que eu sempre lembrava como o mais trágico da minha vida<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> ( onde fui pra tratar de uma Tuberculose Pleural, que por minha causa foi agravada e "atrofiou" meu pulmão direito e então tive que fazer uma cirurgia e até hoje o pulmão tá lesado) </span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >, que dessa vez veio com boas lembranças, senti falta de deitar naquele leito desconfortável, rodeado de gente nas piores condições. Não sei explicar o porque do acontecido, mas já passou.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">A second dream with the same women this week, and she suposelly should be near me now, but she isn't here now. Very strange...</span></span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030247040731240702-2595462714072761140?l=macsnake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcelonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030247040731240702.post-53910304370006241322008-03-27T10:28:00.000-07:002008-06-08T10:31:35.358-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"</span>Desd'aquele dia nada me sacia</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> Minha vida tá vazia desd'aquele dia</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> Parece que foi ontem, parece que chovia</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> Um rosto apareceu - uma heroína</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> O rosto era o seu - seu rosto de menina</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> Parece que foi ontem, parece que chovia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> Eu só queria saber o que você foi fazer no meu caminho</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> Eu não consigo entender, não consigo mais viver sozinho</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030247040731240702-5391030437000624132?l=macsnake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcelonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030247040731240702.post-44611552266957919762008-02-10T14:01:00.000-08:002008-06-08T11:28:39.390-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Uma vida fluida como um rio, uma correnteza que não para</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Uma vida que se molde a qualquer recipiente, sem perder a essência</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Uma vida transparente, inodora e insípida, na temperatura ambiente</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030247040731240702-4461155226695791976?l=macsnake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcelonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030247040731240702.post-53873635268129393632008-01-25T05:03:00.000-08:002008-06-08T07:20:51.234-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Agora fico a sós comigo mesmo, conversando com os ecos da minha voz, cada um com a sua própria opinião</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Certo de respostas sinceras, já perdi a mania de acreditar nas mentiras que eu contei pra mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Enquanto as horas passam tento ver lógica nas direções da retas de uma rachadura num canto da parede</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Tão sem lógica quanto meus problemas, que já deviam ter parado de ecoar<br /><br />[ eco é uma a reflexão do som por algum obstáculo sólido, como paredes. Alguém livre, num local realmente aberto não ouvirá ecos de sua própria voz]<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >[re-aproveitar depois]</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030247040731240702-5387363526812939363?l=macsnake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcelonoreply@blogger.com0