tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83217679474529607942011-12-24T17:27:12.792-08:00Blog da poetisa Regina Azenha, autora dos livros Mulher: Amor e Poesia, lançado de 1986, livro independente mais vendido na Bienal do Livro de Santos, o e Fragmentos e Mutações, de 1997. Vencedora do prêmio Robalo de Ouro Brasil em 1989 pelo seu primeiro livro. Em 13 de dezembro de 2008, publicou o livro Poesia a quatro mãos, em parceria com seu filho, André Azenha, jornalista,poeta e crítico de cinema.Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.comBlogger6471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-33728905635790627952011-04-28T08:04:00.000-07:002011-04-28T08:19:10.474-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R13L_10rxDE/TbmFad1O-cI/AAAAAAAAC7M/vAYfEK4jcl8/s1600/1863022.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R13L_10rxDE/TbmFad1O-cI/AAAAAAAAC7M/vAYfEK4jcl8/s400/1863022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600654301342923202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nos dias em que meu coração<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">se vê envolto por denso nevoeiro de tristeza,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">encontro alento<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">contemplando o manto negro da noite,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">quando as primeiras estrelas prateiam o céu<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">com brilhos de esperança...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3372890563579062795?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-49310391369952198422011-04-28T07:59:00.000-07:002011-04-28T08:09:22.248-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbkZHIznKDI/TbmDG8llydI/AAAAAAAAC7E/vwuc6mB3Bao/s1600/2054651.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbkZHIznKDI/TbmDG8llydI/AAAAAAAAC7E/vwuc6mB3Bao/s400/2054651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600651766978169298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ingênuo e puro<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">é o amor que te dou.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amor capaz de mil sacrificios<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">e de renunciar a tanto que eu quis...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amor que simplesmente quer te saber feliz...<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4931039136995219842?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-23653357924325436022011-04-28T07:56:00.000-07:002011-04-28T08:08:19.225-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nCLaxOZrz8/TbmC3f9WFBI/AAAAAAAAC68/9vwF19ObHEc/s1600/171504137_48d731bb0d.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nCLaxOZrz8/TbmC3f9WFBI/AAAAAAAAC68/9vwF19ObHEc/s400/171504137_48d731bb0d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600651501595137042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quem tem o coração impregnado pelo fel da maldade,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">não tem sensibilidade<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">para entender e aceitar<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a pureza do amor e a beleza que existe<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">nos carinhos de uma fraterna amizade.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2365335792432543602?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-1425196573846371692011-04-11T07:53:00.000-07:002011-04-11T10:00:49.967-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1XxNBrHEp4/TaMzu-_NrVI/AAAAAAAAC6s/Q4HEGdySaFc/s1600/liberdade%2Bquinta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1XxNBrHEp4/TaMzu-_NrVI/AAAAAAAAC6s/Q4HEGdySaFc/s400/liberdade%2Bquinta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594372044399422802" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">A criatura humana só conseguirá encontrar a paz e a felicidade, </div><br /><div align="center">quando conseguir desatar as algemas do orgulho e da vaidade</div><br /><div align="center">que a escravizam,</div><br /><div align="center">substituindo-as pelos laços do amor fraterno </div><br /><div align="center">e da humildade. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Regina Azenha </div><br /><div align="center">(Preservar autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-142519657384637169?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-84886384396573209542011-04-11T07:49:00.000-07:002011-04-11T09:52:19.077-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-N76vsI1SA/TaMxvMq9GJI/AAAAAAAAC6M/pbXhSkvXmI0/s1600/tumblr_leb7j3Amy41qb24xzo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-N76vsI1SA/TaMxvMq9GJI/AAAAAAAAC6M/pbXhSkvXmI0/s400/tumblr_leb7j3Amy41qb24xzo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594369849049290898" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Em meio as nuvens sombrias </div><br /><div align="center">de dúvidas e incertezas </div><br /><div align="center">que pairam sobre meu coração, </div><br /><div align="center">brilha um facho de luz, </div><br /><div align="center">que me dá esta única certeza:</div><br /><div align="center">- O meu amor por você. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Regina Azenha</div><br /><div align="center">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8488638439657320954?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-17255396906275730402011-04-11T07:41:00.000-07:002011-04-11T10:06:02.114-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUjXGVgBgFE/TaM08WdomiI/AAAAAAAAC60/JNokC_UuO2I/s1600/72561.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUjXGVgBgFE/TaM08WdomiI/AAAAAAAAC60/JNokC_UuO2I/s400/72561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594373373550959138" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">A fé em Deus, </div><br /><div align="center">nos permite suportar as agruras da vida, </div><br /><div align="center">e nos fortalece para que não nos deixemos arrastar </div><br /><div align="center">pelas correntezas da dor e dos infortúnios </div><br /><div align="center">que encontramos ao longo do caminho. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Regina Azenha </div><br /><div align="center">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1725539690627573040?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-12005009402257251992011-03-29T10:41:00.000-07:002011-04-11T09:57:52.569-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzYDf71w7Kk/TaMzCRq0neI/AAAAAAAAC6k/ebsKv5tpEP4/s1600/1959985.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzYDf71w7Kk/TaMzCRq0neI/AAAAAAAAC6k/ebsKv5tpEP4/s400/1959985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594371276320054754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quem se permite anular ou consente em ser manipulado<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">em nome do amor, em verdade não ama, nem é amado.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quem ama, aceita o outro como ele é, e acima<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">de tudo respeita sua individualidade...sua liberdade.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quem ama, confia sempre.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1200500940225725199?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-52119356018831430342011-03-29T10:40:00.000-07:002011-04-11T09:56:39.048-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-JK9mx6D4c/TaMywDkziAI/AAAAAAAAC6c/0AW7YfPGg6c/s1600/1996457.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-JK9mx6D4c/TaMywDkziAI/AAAAAAAAC6c/0AW7YfPGg6c/s400/1996457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594370963299076098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A teia do destino<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">segue urdindo suas tramas<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sobre nossas vidas...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Fez com que nos reencontrássemos<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">mas não permite que sigamos juntos<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">por um mesmo caminho.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5211935601883143034?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-81761194038137946912011-03-29T10:38:00.000-07:002011-04-11T09:55:22.873-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EUnP7o8BMI/TaMycxYrrhI/AAAAAAAAC6U/YjEiN6mcvLw/s1600/1275332.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EUnP7o8BMI/TaMycxYrrhI/AAAAAAAAC6U/YjEiN6mcvLw/s400/1275332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594370631998877202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ter-te tão perto,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sentir teu perfume<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ouvir tua voz<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">e não poder te tocar...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Não há pior castigo<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8176119403813794691?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-33708932642046002642011-03-05T06:36:00.000-08:002011-03-05T06:37:29.094-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m96pI6An66U/TXJKonLKPGI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/aMc6uLec6os/s1600/entendobem.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m96pI6An66U/TXJKonLKPGI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/aMc6uLec6os/s400/entendobem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580604949836479586" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3370893264204600264?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-27237465202356508612011-02-06T07:19:00.001-08:002011-02-06T07:26:04.692-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TU69gl2UOFI/AAAAAAAACyA/EZc10XcVvCs/s1600/818898.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TU69gl2UOFI/AAAAAAAACyA/EZc10XcVvCs/s400/818898.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570598156717275218" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Deixa</div><div style="text-align: center;">que eu te ame</div><div style="text-align: center;">desse jeito,</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">te envolvendo</div><div style="text-align: center;">com a doçura</div><div style="text-align: center;">de uma menina</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">te seduzindo</div><div style="text-align: center;">com meus desejos</div><div style="text-align: center;">de mulher...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Deixa</div><div style="text-align: center;">que eu te acaricie</div><div style="text-align: center;">e te desnude</div><div style="text-align: center;">por inteiro,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">para enveredar</div><div style="text-align: center;">pelos labirintos</div><div style="text-align: center;">do teu corpo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e me perder de prazer...</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2723746520235650861?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-49432495288117320452010-12-26T03:32:00.001-08:002011-02-06T07:29:03.722-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TU6-N5l0DcI/AAAAAAAACyQ/nPqf5Eyk5OE/s1600/1668468.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TU6-N5l0DcI/AAAAAAAACyQ/nPqf5Eyk5OE/s400/1668468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570598935110880706" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quem não mantiver acesa a luz</div><div style="text-align: center;">do verdadeiro amor em seu coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">trilhará por um inóspito deserto.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4943249528811732045?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-45212084373834073252010-12-26T03:30:00.000-08:002011-02-06T07:27:00.659-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TU69voXJ86I/AAAAAAAACyI/8K8RNnhrd4o/s1600/271.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TU69voXJ86I/AAAAAAAACyI/8K8RNnhrd4o/s400/271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570598415089922978" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Há silêncios que</div><div style="text-align: center;">parecem punhais rasgando o peito.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Machucam tanto</div><div style="text-align: center;">que fazem sangrar</div><div style="text-align: center;">a alma.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4521208437383407325?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-30147257781250063602010-12-18T10:45:00.000-08:002010-12-18T10:53:06.964-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TQ0DCix6eAI/AAAAAAAACuE/TURMTrztQsY/s1600/2039017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TQ0DCix6eAI/AAAAAAAACuE/TURMTrztQsY/s400/2039017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552097257848469506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Devemos encarar</div><div style="text-align: center;">a vida de frente</div><div style="text-align: center;">admitindo nossas fraquezas</div><div style="text-align: center;">e limitações;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">não devemos nos constranger</div><div style="text-align: center;">em assumir nossos erros,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tenhamos humildade</div><div style="text-align: center;">para dar e pedir perdão</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Não guardemos mágoas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">nem rancores,</div><div style="text-align: center;">cultivemos bons sentimentos</div><div style="text-align: center;">no coração</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tenhamos consciência</div><div style="text-align: center;">que a caminhada aqui na Terra</div><div style="text-align: center;">é passageira</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">e tudo que aqui plantarmos</div><div style="text-align: center;">resultarão nos frutos </div><div style="text-align: center;">que um dia colheremos</div><div style="text-align: center;">além do azul da imensidão...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3014725778125006360?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-56271068071819560372010-12-17T08:16:00.000-08:002010-12-17T08:17:38.640-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TQuNHDSVOuI/AAAAAAAACtM/q8KDHnSe_RY/s1600/mensagemnatal.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TQuNHDSVOuI/AAAAAAAACtM/q8KDHnSe_RY/s400/mensagemnatal.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551686117945064162" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5627106807181956037?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-54865070649413658642010-12-16T05:39:00.001-08:002010-12-17T08:10:03.294-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TQuLVP0ct_I/AAAAAAAACs8/z_jWWNuw8-o/s1600/1989207.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TQuLVP0ct_I/AAAAAAAACs8/z_jWWNuw8-o/s400/1989207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551684162804299762" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amar...</div><div style="text-align: center;">verbo que, se conjugado</div><div style="text-align: center;">na sua essência divina,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ilumina o coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">e enobrece a alma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">permitindo-nos trilhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">por caminhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde florescem alegrias</div><div style="text-align: center;">e que nos levam ao encontro</div><div style="text-align: center;">da verdadeira felicidade.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5486507064941365864?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-21331300588688703092010-12-11T13:56:00.000-08:002010-12-17T08:14:31.824-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TQuMXxf2L3I/AAAAAAAACtE/6Iv-jVxkgnM/s1600/2043403.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TQuMXxf2L3I/AAAAAAAACtE/6Iv-jVxkgnM/s400/2043403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551685305716060018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quisera </div><div style="text-align: center;">que nossas esperanças</div><div style="text-align: center;">e sonhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">fossem iguais,</div><div style="text-align: center;">para que pudéssemos</div><div style="text-align: center;">trilhar pela mesma estrada</div><div style="text-align: center;">tendo as almas iluminadas</div><div style="text-align: center;">pelas estrelas radiantes</div><div style="text-align: center;">do Amor </div><div style="text-align: center;">e corações mergulhados </div><div style="text-align: center;">em enlevos de felicidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">com dádivas sublimes</div><div style="text-align: center;">a nos abençoar...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Å d ë m å r ™/Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2133130058868870309?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-70137357300643745842010-11-12T05:50:00.000-08:002010-11-12T05:52:43.972-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TN1Go0LiJfI/AAAAAAAACq0/zwr9nMiFhqg/s1600/252901.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TN1Go0LiJfI/AAAAAAAACq0/zwr9nMiFhqg/s400/252901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538660783751308786" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Devemos amar e ser gratos</div><div style="text-align: center;">aos nossos verdadeiros amigos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">São eles que com carinho</div><div style="text-align: center;">e compreensão estão sempre nos</div><div style="text-align: center;">conduzindo pelo caminho do bem</div><div style="text-align: center;">e nos orientando à luz da razão."</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7013735730064374584?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-54918631161245048572010-11-12T05:48:00.000-08:002010-11-12T05:54:39.790-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TN1HF653LVI/AAAAAAAACq8/oDH7xD7XRTY/s1600/128475.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TN1HF653LVI/AAAAAAAACq8/oDH7xD7XRTY/s400/128475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538661283772443986" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"O Amor é uma inspiração divina</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nos permite enxergar além</div><div style="text-align: center;">desse estreito horizonte do mundo</div><div style="text-align: center;">material em que vivemos."</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5491863116124504857?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-47696844626081593672010-11-12T05:46:00.000-08:002010-11-12T05:57:39.744-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TN1HpnvZSEI/AAAAAAAACrE/jTUm4lfTaeQ/s1600/1990700.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TN1HpnvZSEI/AAAAAAAACrE/jTUm4lfTaeQ/s400/1990700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538661897103558722" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Este amor que te dedico</div><div style="text-align: center;">é tão sublime,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que faz transbordar esperança</div><div style="text-align: center;">em meu coração...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Esperança de que um dia</div><div style="text-align: center;">seguiremos</div><div style="text-align: center;">por uma estrada florida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nos levará além</div><div style="text-align: center;">do infinito azul do céu</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">E que lá encontraremos</div><div style="text-align: center;">um mundo divino,</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde desfrutaremos</div><div style="text-align: center;">verdadeiras alegrias,</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde nossas almas</div><div style="text-align: center;">seguirão enlaçadas</div><div style="text-align: center;">em eterna comunhão...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4769684462608159367?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-73397978943142430262010-11-12T05:44:00.000-08:002010-11-12T06:27:56.368-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TN1O327xJpI/AAAAAAAACrU/H4A5c7KNza0/s1600/74625.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TN1O327xJpI/AAAAAAAACrU/H4A5c7KNza0/s400/74625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538669838281549458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Estar um momento que seja</div><div style="text-align: center;">ao teu lado ,</div><div style="text-align: center;">poder fitar-te com carinho</div><div style="text-align: center;">e abraçar-te com infinito amor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">valerá por uma dessas raras felicidades</div><div style="text-align: center;">que a vida, neste mundo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">poderá me proporcionar.</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7339797894314243026?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-78957423991482828942010-11-02T07:45:00.001-07:002010-12-17T08:16:33.435-08:00<div>Quem me conhece, já sabe que sou contra qualquer especificação de datas comemorativas, tais como Dia das mães, dos pais, do amigo, do namorado e não seria diferente com o dia de hoje,quando muitos celebram o Dia de Finados.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TNAkEvqmTQI/AAAAAAAACqM/EJyrlnsp1pY/s1600/diadefinados.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TNAkEvqmTQI/AAAAAAAACqM/EJyrlnsp1pY/s400/diadefinados.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534963605971553538" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7895742399148282894?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-14871284505377620982010-10-29T08:26:00.000-07:002010-10-29T08:27:18.416-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">A distância e o tempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">tornam-se irrelevantes</div><div style="text-align: center;">perante a grandiosidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">do nosso amor...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Os elos que um dia</div><div style="text-align: center;">uniram nossas almas</div><div style="text-align: center;">são indissolúveis,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e isso nos dá a certeza</div><div style="text-align: center;">que do outro lado da vida</div><div style="text-align: center;">a eternidade nos espera...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1487128450537762098?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-16767470511289228582010-10-29T08:25:00.000-07:002010-10-29T08:26:03.702-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Enquanto a impetuosidade da paixão</div><div style="text-align: center;">nos resvala num abismo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a excelsitude do amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">nos aproxima do céu...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1676747051128922858?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-55340340056283142522010-10-29T08:23:00.000-07:002010-10-29T08:25:05.715-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Ainda há quem</div><div style="text-align: center;">por ambição,</div><div style="text-align: center;">orgulho e vaidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">despoje-se do bem mais precioso</div><div style="text-align: center;">que o Homem pode ter:</div><div style="text-align: center;">- A paz da sua consciência.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5534034005628314252?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-81644420875071911122010-10-24T04:13:00.000-07:002010-10-24T04:17:13.759-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMQVrz3S21I/AAAAAAAACpA/oon2xHErMnM/s1600/118616.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMQVrz3S21I/AAAAAAAACpA/oon2xHErMnM/s400/118616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531570084718500690" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">" Mesmo que nuvens</div><div style="text-align: center;">precurssoras de tormentas</div><div style="text-align: center;">sombreiem a noite,</div><div style="text-align: center;">devemos cultivar a esperança</div><div style="text-align: center;">de que ao despertarmos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a vida nos brindará </div><div style="text-align: center;">com uma rósea alvorada..."</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8164442087507191112?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-79031471177973825622010-10-24T03:14:00.000-07:002010-10-29T08:23:24.808-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMrm4aMEAKI/AAAAAAAACpc/EOFcUH1_KiY/s1600/httpwww.photodom.comfotos20070312258827.jpg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMrm4aMEAKI/AAAAAAAACpc/EOFcUH1_KiY/s400/httpwww.photodom.comfotos20070312258827.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533488948955054242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O ciúme </div><div style="text-align: center;">é como uma labareda voraz, </div><div style="text-align: center;">ateada ao coração...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Corrói os bons sentimentos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">levando-os </div><div style="text-align: center;">a completa destruição.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7903147117797382562?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-48901920800594127092010-10-24T03:11:00.001-07:002010-10-24T03:13:43.967-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMQG0cz0avI/AAAAAAAACo4/Fgz_T1J3f9s/s1600/1970103.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMQG0cz0avI/AAAAAAAACo4/Fgz_T1J3f9s/s400/1970103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531553740474313458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quão pesado se torna</div><div style="text-align: center;">o silêncio,</div><div style="text-align: center;">em noites frias</div><div style="text-align: center;">de solidão...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4890192080059412709?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-4484251967438382532010-10-24T03:07:00.001-07:002010-10-24T04:49:03.661-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMQGEoDSt-I/AAAAAAAACow/w7RFjyadpzA/s1600/1912936.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMQGEoDSt-I/AAAAAAAACow/w7RFjyadpzA/s400/1912936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531552918858282978" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Não culpemos o destino.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Somos nós quem construimos </div><div style="text-align: center;">nossa felicidade ou nosso infortúnio.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Por isso devemos conter nossa</div><div style="text-align: center;">impulsividade e se necessário</div><div style="text-align: center;">deter nossos passos</div><div style="text-align: center;">antes de tomarmos qualquer</div><div style="text-align: center;">decisão.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Se assim não o fizermos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">depois...</div><div style="text-align: center;">ah! depois...</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando quisermos recuar</div><div style="text-align: center;">poderá ser tarde demais...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-448425196743838253?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-16589071034087539222010-10-23T13:58:00.002-07:002010-10-23T13:59:55.860-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMNMpq6FRgI/AAAAAAAACoo/GQaXYa7Vctw/s1600/almasvinculadas.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMNMpq6FRgI/AAAAAAAACoo/GQaXYa7Vctw/s400/almasvinculadas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531349046117352962" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1658907103408753922?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-44209542803702635002010-10-23T13:58:00.001-07:002010-10-23T13:58:41.523-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMNMcEvhnLI/AAAAAAAACog/rETBYmpupFA/s1600/amorpleno.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMNMcEvhnLI/AAAAAAAACog/rETBYmpupFA/s400/amorpleno.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531348812534226098" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4420954280370263500?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-16160440402281733002010-10-22T13:03:00.001-07:002010-10-22T13:04:46.673-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMHuVk9xHrI/AAAAAAAACoY/wVEDZ0-fzwA/s1600/noscora%C3%A7%C3%B5es.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TMHuVk9xHrI/AAAAAAAACoY/wVEDZ0-fzwA/s400/noscora%C3%A7%C3%B5es.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530963871855091378" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1616044040228173300?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-82246887355026530052010-10-16T11:04:00.000-07:002010-10-16T11:14:13.186-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLnrbtYLdpI/AAAAAAAACoQ/35vZeoY0IWY/s1600/1878144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLnrbtYLdpI/AAAAAAAACoQ/35vZeoY0IWY/s400/1878144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528708878843999890" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sou tão transparente</div><div style="text-align: center;">que tu já conheces minh'alma...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mesmo sem me ver</div><div style="text-align: center;">sabes das minhas emoções;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a sintonia é tanta</div><div style="text-align: center;">que consegues até sentir</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando uma lágrima</div><div style="text-align: center;">distraida</div><div style="text-align: center;">escapa dos meus olhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">e teima em meu rosto deslizar...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha/Å ∂ ë m å r ™</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8224688735502653005?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-42906193851033069712010-10-16T10:49:00.001-07:002010-10-16T11:03:45.310-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLno0kKcKTI/AAAAAAAACoI/eQMyKNNayjY/s1600/fotocapa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLno0kKcKTI/AAAAAAAACoI/eQMyKNNayjY/s400/fotocapa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528706007332301106" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quando se tem</div><div style="text-align: center;">determinação na vida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">nenhum obstáculo pode nos deter,</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando buscamos dentro de nós</div><div style="text-align: center;">força que nos impulsione a ir além…</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quem enxerga com alma e coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">consegue se desvencilhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">das pedras que encontra</div><div style="text-align: center;">ao longo do caminho,</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">vence uma batalha por dia</div><div style="text-align: center;">se puder ter a seu lado</div><div style="text-align: center;">amigos verdadeiros</div><div style="text-align: center;">que o amparem com carinho.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Uma História de Luta,</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde dia após dia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">vitórias se fazem conquistar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mostrando que,</div><div style="text-align: center;">com o amor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a tudo podemos superar…</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4290619385103306971?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-53846601963923520982010-10-16T10:46:00.001-07:002010-10-16T10:49:00.523-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLnlfcbSXGI/AAAAAAAACoA/FEpbbWLV4_s/s1600/curtindoavidaadoidado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLnlfcbSXGI/AAAAAAAACoA/FEpbbWLV4_s/s400/curtindoavidaadoidado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528702345943342178" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A vida é tão passageira</div><div style="text-align: center;">que às vezes necessário se faz</div><div style="text-align: center;">sairmos da rotina</div><div style="text-align: center;">fazer algo diferente</div><div style="text-align: center;">fazer de conta e tudo mais…</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Viver momentos de alegria</div><div style="text-align: center;">escrever um novo roteiro</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nos devolva o sorriso</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nos traga contentamento</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Não importa a idade,</div><div style="text-align: center;">se adulto ou adolescente</div><div style="text-align: center;">o que vale em verdade</div><div style="text-align: center;">é ser feliz por um momento</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pular, brincar, cantar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sentir-se como criança</div><div style="text-align: center;">Curtir a vida adoidado…</div><div style="text-align: center;">instantes pra serem guardados</div><div style="text-align: center;">vivos na nossa lembrança.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5384660196392352098?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-54248774062616035442010-10-14T10:29:00.000-07:002010-10-14T10:36:43.991-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLc_pffNmyI/AAAAAAAACn0/-Be5soeXRGU/s1600/861452.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLc_pffNmyI/AAAAAAAACn0/-Be5soeXRGU/s400/861452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527957049680173858" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Guardo no coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">uma joia de inefável beleza;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Joia que tem o brilho do sol,</div><div style="text-align: center;">o encanto da lua</div><div style="text-align: center;">e cintilações de estrela...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Joia rara...</div><div style="text-align: center;">única...</div><div style="text-align: center;">preciosa...</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Você!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5424877406261603544?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-69464201032248097792010-10-14T10:27:00.000-07:002010-10-14T10:35:19.185-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLc_Tzf0OMI/AAAAAAAACns/koLe8awC4Dg/s1600/1967282.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLc_Tzf0OMI/AAAAAAAACns/koLe8awC4Dg/s400/1967282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527956677094291650" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tenho a alma entristecida</div><div style="text-align: center;">por ver que desfolhaste</div><div style="text-align: center;">a flor que um dia </div><div style="text-align: center;">em meu coração cultivaste</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">As pétalas que tombaram</div><div style="text-align: center;">transformaram-se</div><div style="text-align: center;">nas lágrimas que hoje choro</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lágrimas de dor</div><div style="text-align: center;">pranto de saudade...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6946420103224809779?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-62110476377846759322010-10-14T10:25:00.000-07:002010-10-14T10:32:32.069-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLc-qXuTRGI/AAAAAAAACnk/xZ2wlmv3YPw/s1600/1332560+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLc-qXuTRGI/AAAAAAAACnk/xZ2wlmv3YPw/s400/1332560+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527955965264217186" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Se até ontem</div><div style="text-align: center;">dúvidas rondavam</div><div style="text-align: center;">meus pensamentos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">não me permitindo distinguir</div><div style="text-align: center;">o que era real ou ilusão</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">hoje, vi descerrar</div><div style="text-align: center;">o véu de incertezas</div><div style="text-align: center;">que por tanto tempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">cegou-me a razão...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pude compreender</div><div style="text-align: center;">e enxergar a verdade</div><div style="text-align: center;">(e como dói quando se tem a certeza)...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Para mim,</div><div style="text-align: center;">não há lugar </div><div style="text-align: center;">no teu coração...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6211047637784675932?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-30551653502717063682010-10-10T12:14:00.001-07:002010-10-10T12:27:47.033-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLITpZSFL0I/AAAAAAAACnc/QzTdnkq_QVA/s1600/1718364.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLITpZSFL0I/AAAAAAAACnc/QzTdnkq_QVA/s400/1718364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526501294619307842" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Na tela das lembranças</div><div style="text-align: center;">passam cenas de uma história</div><div style="text-align: center;">paisagens lindas da infância</div><div style="text-align: center;">gravadas na memória...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Um carrossel de sonhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">feito de encanto e magia</div><div style="text-align: center;">verdadeiro conto de fadas</div><div style="text-align: center;">vivido no planeta Alegria</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Brincando de "passa anel"</div><div style="text-align: center;">ou pulando "amarelinha"</div><div style="text-align: center;">a gente alcançava o céu</div><div style="text-align: center;">e de felicidade sorria...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3055165350271706368?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-74203536433541711822010-10-10T12:11:00.000-07:002010-10-10T12:13:59.377-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLIQcHAfMmI/AAAAAAAACnM/1qtMvSkmc_Y/s1600/317578.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TLIQcHAfMmI/AAAAAAAACnM/1qtMvSkmc_Y/s400/317578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526497767840494178" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pensamentos coloridos</div><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><div style="text-align: center;">afloraram meu coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">despertando emoções sublimes</div><div style="text-align: center;">e risos de contentamento...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Descobri</div><div style="text-align: center;">que aquela terna alma de criança</div><div style="text-align: center;">que corria atrás dos seus sonhos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e nutria puros sentimentos</div><div style="text-align: center;">não existiu apenas na aurora da minha vida;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Que apesar do tempo decorrido</div><div style="text-align: center;">que apesar das agruras sentidas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ela resistiu a tudo</div><div style="text-align: center;">e continua pulsando dentro de mim...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7420353643354171182?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-1125647819963933332010-09-30T07:38:00.000-07:002010-09-30T07:40:55.734-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TKSha5SQCTI/AAAAAAAACm0/XW451jUqn0I/s1600/1273453.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TKSha5SQCTI/AAAAAAAACm0/XW451jUqn0I/s400/1273453.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522716526489110834" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tu és</div><div style="text-align: center;">como aquela </div><div style="text-align: center;">estrela </div><div style="text-align: center;">que brilha </div><div style="text-align: center;">na imensidão </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">e que mesmo</div><div style="text-align: center;">estando de mim</div><div style="text-align: center;">tão distante</div><div style="text-align: center;">consegue iluminar</div><div style="text-align: center;">o céu de minh'alma</div><div style="text-align: center;">deixando rastros de luz </div><div style="text-align: center;">no meu coração...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-112564781996393333?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-31240258986552431772010-09-26T11:16:00.000-07:002010-09-26T11:26:36.307-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJ-QUGgBVTI/AAAAAAAACms/q-BET2Asv3s/s1600/1973822.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJ-QUGgBVTI/AAAAAAAACms/q-BET2Asv3s/s400/1973822.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521290343196218674" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mal posso conter</div><div style="text-align: center;">essa dor que dilacera meu coração,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ao ver que todos meus sonhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">se desfizeram,</div><div style="text-align: center;">transformando-se</div><div style="text-align: center;">em tristes ruinas...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Agora </div><div style="text-align: center;">o que me resta</div><div style="text-align: center;">é esse vazio em minh'alma</div><div style="text-align: center;">e a certeza de que</div><div style="text-align: center;">ter o teu amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">não passou de uma louca ilusão...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3124025898655243177?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-24078548390739810712010-09-26T11:14:00.000-07:002010-09-26T11:16:43.527-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJ-OBf4wXAI/AAAAAAAACmk/tYaywmxr_gI/s1600/959830.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJ-OBf4wXAI/AAAAAAAACmk/tYaywmxr_gI/s400/959830.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521287824570080258" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Se pudesses adentrar </div><div style="text-align: center;">nos recônditos de minh'alma</div><div style="text-align: center;">compreenderias que devoto por ti</div><div style="text-align: center;">um sentimento mágico,sublime...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimento que desconhece </div><div style="text-align: center;">orgulho,ciúmes, </div><div style="text-align: center;">imposições e vaidades;</div><div style="text-align: center;">que não aprisiona,</div><div style="text-align: center;">liberta;</div><div style="text-align: center;">que não alimenta mágoas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">perdoa;</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nada exige</div><div style="text-align: center;">e tudo supera </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amor incondicional</div><div style="text-align: center;">que transcende</div><div style="text-align: center;">e há de ser sempre teu</div><div style="text-align: center;">ao longo das eras...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2407854839073981071?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-80777082968450235502010-09-26T11:11:00.000-07:002010-09-26T11:14:24.395-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJ-NeTDzkKI/AAAAAAAACmc/eR9yaXwVE74/s1600/909997.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJ-NeTDzkKI/AAAAAAAACmc/eR9yaXwVE74/s400/909997.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521287219831345314" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O verdadeiro amigo</div><div style="text-align: center;">é aquele que</div><div style="text-align: center;">com sua terna presença</div><div style="text-align: center;">nos conforta</div><div style="text-align: center;">nas horas frias de solidão;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">é quem fala a linguagem </div><div style="text-align: center;">da bondade</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando nos sentimos perdidos</div><div style="text-align: center;">ante a dor e aflição</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O verdadeiro amigo</div><div style="text-align: center;">é aquele que com um simples sorriso,</div><div style="text-align: center;">impregna com o doce aroma da alegria,</div><div style="text-align: center;">o nosso coração...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8077708296845023550?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-80695295687690395172010-09-22T10:11:00.001-07:002010-09-22T10:13:25.345-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJo5LPvqZ1I/AAAAAAAACmQ/evt3ev0dKZE/s1600/93402.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJo5LPvqZ1I/AAAAAAAACmQ/evt3ev0dKZE/s400/93402.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519787158663751506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A noite se arrasta</div><div style="text-align: center;">silenciosa e triste</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nessas horas</div><div style="text-align: center;">meus pensamentos</div><div style="text-align: center;">encetam uma longa viagem</div><div style="text-align: center;">no infinito mar das recordações...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Qual velas de embarcações</div><div style="text-align: center;">ganham força através</div><div style="text-align: center;">dos ventos da saudade</div><div style="text-align: center;">e me levam até você...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8069529568769039517?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-67466867906540575572010-09-22T10:08:00.000-07:002010-09-22T10:10:50.325-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJo4jmBYdEI/AAAAAAAACmI/7TD29NhLSH0/s1600/1981633.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJo4jmBYdEI/AAAAAAAACmI/7TD29NhLSH0/s400/1981633.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519786477448885314" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Um doce perfume se espalha no ar...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tudo se transforma</div><div style="text-align: center;">em cores ...magia</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">É a Primavera chegando</div><div style="text-align: center;">para dar um novo encanto</div><div style="text-align: center;">aos nossos dias </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">fazendo brotar</div><div style="text-align: center;">em nossos corações </div><div style="text-align: center;">a alegria,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e em nossas almas</div><div style="text-align: center;">o amor florescer...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6746686790654057557?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-88288290979386446912010-09-22T10:07:00.001-07:002010-09-22T10:08:01.974-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJo358wiZsI/AAAAAAAACmA/DQPm_TYPXcI/s1600/verdadeiramente.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJo358wiZsI/AAAAAAAACmA/DQPm_TYPXcI/s400/verdadeiramente.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519785761997743810" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8828829097938644691?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-67602249774801125702010-09-15T07:17:00.001-07:002010-09-15T07:19:02.261-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJDVzS2Ax6I/AAAAAAAAClw/vluVeEk1YfA/s1600/1973758.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TJDVzS2Ax6I/AAAAAAAAClw/vluVeEk1YfA/s400/1973758.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517144620737284002" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quando estamos lado a lado, silentes,</div><div style="text-align: center;">uma sensação prazerosa parece abraçar-nos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">trazendo aos nossos semblantes</div><div style="text-align: center;">um brilho de ternura...de paz...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nesses instantes de lídima felicidade,</div><div style="text-align: center;">descobrimo-nos cúmplices</div><div style="text-align: center;">de um sentimento tão puro </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O amor que enlaçou nossos corações,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e que está enraizado em nossas almas</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amor sincero...profundo...eternizado... </div> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6760224977480112570?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-50351108938528566012010-09-09T10:24:00.000-07:002010-09-09T10:27:08.150-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIkY5-OdeFI/AAAAAAAAClQ/GWsjcKAhzCg/s1600/880.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIkY5-OdeFI/AAAAAAAAClQ/GWsjcKAhzCg/s400/880.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514966602927142994" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">na sua mais pura essência</div><div style="text-align: center;">traz um colorido especial</div><div style="text-align: center;">as nossas vidas...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Como se de repente</div><div style="text-align: center;">brotassem lindas flores</div><div style="text-align: center;">no solo árido dos nossos</div><div style="text-align: center;">caminhos;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">e que em nossas almas</div><div style="text-align: center;">florescesse a esperança,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e pudéssemos cultivar</div><div style="text-align: center;">doces quimeras...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ah! o amor...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Somente ele é capaz</div><div style="text-align: center;">de fazer dos nossos dias,</div><div style="text-align: center;">uma doce e eterna</div><div style="text-align: center;">primavera...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5035110893852856601?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-91994350034368358662010-09-09T10:21:00.000-07:002010-09-09T10:24:29.088-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIkYR2MCa2I/AAAAAAAAClI/MjmLFcpuIls/s1600/1906894.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIkYR2MCa2I/AAAAAAAAClI/MjmLFcpuIls/s400/1906894.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514965913574730594" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh! graciosa manhã...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O azul do céu e o verde dos campos</div><div style="text-align: center;">ressaltam o colorido das flores...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pássaros cantam,borboletas bailam,</div><div style="text-align: center;">fazendo a natureza vibrar de alegria</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Fragrâncias espalham-se no ar</div><div style="text-align: center;">perfumando a brisa;</div><div style="text-align: center;">águas transbordam nas cascatas</div><div style="text-align: center;">nos fazendo sentir a musicalidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">da vida...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh! graciosa manhã...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Manhã de primavera,</div><div style="text-align: center;">beleza igual a essa</div><div style="text-align: center;">não há...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-9199435003436835866?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-53146590307964172282010-09-08T09:57:00.000-07:002010-09-08T10:02:18.280-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIfBky47CQI/AAAAAAAACkw/iu9E3VXWcSc/s1600/1415526.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIfBky47CQI/AAAAAAAACkw/iu9E3VXWcSc/s400/1415526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514589106618435842" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Um dia plantaste em meu coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">a semente de um lindo sentimento</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimento tão puro </div><div style="text-align: center;">que acredito seja verdade...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A Semente germinou</div><div style="text-align: center;">se transformou em linda flor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e minh'alma cheia de encantos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">pensou:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">- Esse sentimento é tão bonito</div><div style="text-align: center;">que certamente será pra vida inteira.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mas hoje minh'alma entristecida</div><div style="text-align: center;">vê aos poucos a flor</div><div style="text-align: center;">fenecer...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Por isso quero te pedir:</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Não deixe esta flor morrer...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5314659030796417228?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-20696406045742419632010-09-08T09:56:00.001-07:002010-09-08T10:05:35.737-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIfCTtq26eI/AAAAAAAACk4/y08Ai23JQ38/s1600/1412782.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIfCTtq26eI/AAAAAAAACk4/y08Ai23JQ38/s400/1412782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514589912671119842" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ainda recordo aquela noite...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Corpos estirados na areia</div><div style="text-align: center;">olhos fitando o céu...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Estrelas faiscavam</div><div style="text-align: center;">em belíssimo conluio</div><div style="text-align: center;">com o luar prateado; </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Embriagados de paixão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">nos entregamos de corpo e alma</div><div style="text-align: center;">transformando em realidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">um sonho há tanto tempo acalentado</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amar</div><div style="text-align: center;">tendo por testemunhas</div><div style="text-align: center;">céu,terra e mar...</div><div style="text-align: center;">numa linda madrugada...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2069640604574241963?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-62890833320374190212010-09-08T09:54:00.000-07:002010-09-08T10:06:34.548-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIfCk4OqRcI/AAAAAAAAClA/WSIja6Ct4UU/s1600/1963243.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIfCk4OqRcI/AAAAAAAAClA/WSIja6Ct4UU/s400/1963243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590207563417026" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Diante de ti</div><div style="text-align: center;">meu coração pulsa mais feliz</div><div style="text-align: center;">e tudo ao redor</div><div style="text-align: center;">enche-se de encanto...magia...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Diante de ti</div><div style="text-align: center;">o céu de minh'alma</div><div style="text-align: center;">se ilumina</div><div style="text-align: center;">a estrela do amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">volta a resplandecer</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Diante de ti</div><div style="text-align: center;">posso ouvir os anjos</div><div style="text-align: center;">entoando cânticos</div><div style="text-align: center;">de alegria</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">diante de ti</div><div style="text-align: center;">me sinto renascer...</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6289083332037419021?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-13169639058153925852010-09-05T07:58:00.001-07:002010-09-05T07:59:26.278-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIOwNpvmJ3I/AAAAAAAACkY/LlNVXiRz3SU/s1600/amor+%C3%A9+liberdade.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIOwNpvmJ3I/AAAAAAAACkY/LlNVXiRz3SU/s400/amor+%C3%A9+liberdade.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513444117421893490" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1316963905815392585?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-86344203340361932962010-09-05T07:57:00.001-07:002010-09-05T07:58:26.054-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIOv9_uoV3I/AAAAAAAACkQ/UvjMHSQ_dFM/s1600/inimigos+e+falsos+amigos.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TIOv9_uoV3I/AAAAAAAACkQ/UvjMHSQ_dFM/s400/inimigos+e+falsos+amigos.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513443848445515634" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8634420334036193296?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-8981302357949370772010-08-25T08:21:00.001-07:002010-08-25T08:22:03.701-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THU1EESo5vI/AAAAAAAACiU/vAuKtFsmMGw/s1600/quemn%C3%A3oconsegue.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THU1EESo5vI/AAAAAAAACiU/vAuKtFsmMGw/s400/quemn%C3%A3oconsegue.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509368063145338610" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-898130235794937077?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-16345039394835381792010-08-25T08:20:00.001-07:002010-08-25T08:21:16.033-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THU04wFVlSI/AAAAAAAACiM/Bv-WLAiW_G0/s1600/d%C3%B3idemais.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THU04wFVlSI/AAAAAAAACiM/Bv-WLAiW_G0/s400/d%C3%B3idemais.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509367868742276386" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1634503939483538179?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-6061653457176436082010-08-25T08:19:00.000-07:002010-08-25T08:20:32.927-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THU0thi-VcI/AAAAAAAACiE/KqThKO6gKqo/s1600/quandoumcora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THU0thi-VcI/AAAAAAAACiE/KqThKO6gKqo/s400/quandoumcora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509367675861489090" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-606165345717643608?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-2752840170781739812010-08-25T08:16:00.000-07:002010-08-25T08:19:34.070-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THU0fKTT_WI/AAAAAAAACh8/D_VUuO81G8M/s1600/jamaispermita.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THU0fKTT_WI/AAAAAAAACh8/D_VUuO81G8M/s400/jamaispermita.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509367429103615330" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-275284017078173981?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-63953215039337519682010-08-22T08:09:00.001-07:002010-08-22T08:09:55.475-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THE9u3o31kI/AAAAAAAAChs/g_gAiUPVGyI/s1600/realidade.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THE9u3o31kI/AAAAAAAAChs/g_gAiUPVGyI/s400/realidade.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508251694669485634" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6395321503933751968?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-83284146397018254192010-08-22T08:05:00.000-07:002010-08-22T08:08:50.915-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THE9e36aVPI/AAAAAAAAChk/vy-KMCnOVqw/s1600/1848497.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/THE9e36aVPI/AAAAAAAAChk/vy-KMCnOVqw/s400/1848497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508251419865142514" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mesmo correndo riscos</div><div style="text-align: center;">obedeci aos impulsos</div><div style="text-align: center;">do meu coração...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Te amei.</div><div style="text-align: center;">De corpo e alma</div><div style="text-align: center;">a esse amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">me entreguei.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nos abismos</div><div style="text-align: center;">da dor</div><div style="text-align: center;">e da desilusão</div><div style="text-align: center;">mergulhei.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8328414639701825419?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-78357211318667675192010-08-19T05:40:00.000-07:002010-08-19T05:42:53.316-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TG0myoYC9nI/AAAAAAAAChc/K5JCtvgRsyo/s1600/1744944.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TG0myoYC9nI/AAAAAAAAChc/K5JCtvgRsyo/s400/1744944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507100570617575026" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quem dera</div><div style="text-align: center;">minha realidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">fosse tão linda</div><div style="text-align: center;">quanto meus sonhos...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sonhos sublimes</div><div style="text-align: center;">em que estás sempre</div><div style="text-align: center;">ao meu lado;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sonhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">repletos de amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">plenos de felicidade...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Se somente em sonhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">podes me amar</div><div style="text-align: center;">e me fazer feliz,</div><div style="text-align: center;">então só me resta</div><div style="text-align: center;">sonhar...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7835721131866767519?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-24345494569931482092010-08-19T05:37:00.000-07:002010-08-19T05:40:26.525-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TG0mMYL3XnI/AAAAAAAAChU/XIz_z1ufIRM/s1600/1946804.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TG0mMYL3XnI/AAAAAAAAChU/XIz_z1ufIRM/s400/1946804.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507099913436487282" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Por mais que eu tente</div><div style="text-align: center;">não há como negar esse amor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">se nos meus olhos ele transparece;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Por mais que eu queira,</div><div style="text-align: center;">não há como negar esse amor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">se nos meus versos ele se revela...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Não há como negar esse amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">que está tatuado em meu coração,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e enraizado em minh'alma...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amor que é todo teu...</div><div style="text-align: center;">e que bem sabes</div><div style="text-align: center;">é eterno...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2434549456993148209?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-91904214275341475182010-08-19T05:32:00.000-07:002010-08-19T05:37:43.758-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TG0llK_1s-I/AAAAAAAAChM/3QpbgLu5nwE/s1600/1802811.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TG0llK_1s-I/AAAAAAAAChM/3QpbgLu5nwE/s400/1802811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507099239881487330" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Em minha boca</div><div style="text-align: center;">descobriste a fonte</div><div style="text-align: center;">pra mitigar a tua sede;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">em meus braços</div><div style="text-align: center;">encontraste o calor </div><div style="text-align: center;">que te aquecer;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">em minhas mãos</div><div style="text-align: center;">provaste</div><div style="text-align: center;">todas as caricias</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">em meu corpo</div><div style="text-align: center;">saciaste teus desejos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">saboreaste o prazer...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-9190421427534147518?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-41450499141728946302010-08-17T13:21:00.000-07:002010-08-17T13:24:40.354-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGrwA7B9oxI/AAAAAAAACf4/MGVB8Z6yBfI/s1600/1942949.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGrwA7B9oxI/AAAAAAAACf4/MGVB8Z6yBfI/s400/1942949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506477393050444562" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Depois do amor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando a emoção fala mais alto</div><div style="text-align: center;">e lágrimas de alegria</div><div style="text-align: center;">brotam no coração</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ficamos juntinhos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">corpos enlaçados</div><div style="text-align: center;">num enlevo infinito</div><div style="text-align: center;">descobrindo sensações</div><div style="text-align: center;">que vão além</div><div style="text-align: center;">dos sentidos da razão...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nesses momentos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">é como se nossas almas</div><div style="text-align: center;">envoltas por inspiração sublime,</div><div style="text-align: center;">se desprendessem</div><div style="text-align: center;">dos nossos corpos</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">e felizes deslizassem</div><div style="text-align: center;">pela imensidão dos céus...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4145049914172894630?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-38311792839809016322010-08-15T06:44:00.000-07:002010-08-15T06:46:47.982-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGfvnep4TSI/AAAAAAAACfo/vJadDneGqvY/s1600/1945689.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGfvnep4TSI/AAAAAAAACfo/vJadDneGqvY/s400/1945689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505632531006377250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Meus versos revelam</div><div style="text-align: center;">o estado de minh'alma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e a fragilidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">do meu coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">romântico... sonhador...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Meus versos mesclam</div><div style="text-align: center;">emoções e sentimentos ;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Expõem verdadeiramente</div><div style="text-align: center;">o que sinto,</div><div style="text-align: center;">o que penso</div><div style="text-align: center;">e quem sou...</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3831179283980901632?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-75270905604297479032010-08-13T07:24:00.001-07:002010-08-13T07:27:05.578-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGVWL42fDOI/AAAAAAAACfI/LjTYUSrq18s/s1600/1852895.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGVWL42fDOI/AAAAAAAACfI/LjTYUSrq18s/s400/1852895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504900881769762018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Não há nada que traduza</div><div style="text-align: center;">a intensidade do meu amor por ti...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">É um amor tão imenso... profundo</div><div style="text-align: center;">que às vezes chego a pensar</div><div style="text-align: center;">que ele não cabe neste mundo...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7527090560429747903?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-19104107196268510152010-08-13T07:19:00.000-07:002010-08-13T07:23:45.190-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGVVacPxwkI/AAAAAAAACe4/FzeIK7u7SNo/s1600/1915250.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGVVacPxwkI/AAAAAAAACe4/FzeIK7u7SNo/s400/1915250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504900032277627458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">É tão fácil ser feliz</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando se tem por perto</div><div style="text-align: center;">alguém que nos gestos mais singelos</div><div style="text-align: center;">demonstra carinho e ternura;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">alguém que nos faz esquecer</div><div style="text-align: center;">que a vida é repleta de agruras;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">que transforma as pedras</div><div style="text-align: center;">que encontramos no caminho,</div><div style="text-align: center;">em lindas flores;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">e que faz da nossa vida</div><div style="text-align: center;">um mundo de venturas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">onde tudo é tão belo...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">É tão fácil ser feliz,</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando se tem</div><div style="text-align: center;">alguém como você,</div><div style="text-align: center;">por perto.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1910410719626851015?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-71987292035576014392010-08-10T09:05:00.001-07:002010-08-10T09:05:46.105-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGF40JxmpEI/AAAAAAAACeI/qdJ7O56gu94/s1600/contradi%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGF40JxmpEI/AAAAAAAACeI/qdJ7O56gu94/s400/contradi%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813056995959874" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7198729203557601439?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-40312531640135948822010-08-10T09:04:00.001-07:002010-08-10T09:05:01.075-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGF4pEH08LI/AAAAAAAACeA/p8mrUbHONSQ/s1600/sintonia.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TGF4pEH08LI/AAAAAAAACeA/p8mrUbHONSQ/s400/sintonia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503812866499997874" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4031253164013594882?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-51009968062150519392010-08-08T09:04:00.000-07:002010-08-08T09:08:44.778-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TF7WiAImdTI/AAAAAAAACdo/L3e8wgdJuSM/s1600/1906705.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TF7WiAImdTI/AAAAAAAACdo/L3e8wgdJuSM/s400/1906705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503071674333295922" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Somente você</div><div style="text-align: center;">faz o meu coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">transbordar de alegria</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">quando a cada instante</div><div style="text-align: center;">me faz redescobrir</div><div style="text-align: center;">o encanto e a magia</div><div style="text-align: center;">que é viver</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">acendendo em mim</div><div style="text-align: center;">a chama do amor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">me extasiando de prazer...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Somente você</div><div style="text-align: center;">é quem me faz feliz</div><div style="text-align: center;">pra valer...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5100996806215051939?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-60030408667058325512010-08-08T08:53:00.000-07:002010-08-08T09:04:21.882-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TF7VgL9obRI/AAAAAAAACdg/Yt0q8M8vUFM/s1600/1230847.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TF7VgL9obRI/AAAAAAAACdg/Yt0q8M8vUFM/s400/1230847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503070543637146898" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Este sentimento gostoso,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nasceu no meu coração </div><div style="text-align: center;">e que se expande</div><div style="text-align: center;">além dos limites do meu ser</div><div style="text-align: center;">é simplesmente Amor...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amor que desconhece</div><div style="text-align: center;">distâncias,</div><div style="text-align: center;">amor sem limites,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nada,nem ninguém</div><div style="text-align: center;">poderá deter...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">que resplandece </div><div style="text-align: center;">no céu de minh'alma</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amor por você... </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6003040866705832551?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-84432012820572110502010-08-08T08:50:00.000-07:002010-08-08T08:53:28.542-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TF7S6-VcsOI/AAAAAAAACdQ/0nwmvuhmVZc/s1600/401918.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TF7S6-VcsOI/AAAAAAAACdQ/0nwmvuhmVZc/s400/401918.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503067705300529378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Posso até </div><div style="text-align: center;">estar errada,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mas continuo não concordando</div><div style="text-align: center;">com certas datas comemorativas...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Será que devemos</div><div style="text-align: center;">demonstrar amor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">carinho e gratidão a um Pai,</div><div style="text-align: center;">somente por um dia?</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Certamente que não.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Um Pai</div><div style="text-align: center;">muitas vezes é Mãe também,</div><div style="text-align: center;">é aquele a quem temos por herói,</div><div style="text-align: center;">é quem nos dá amor incondicional,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e às vezes mesmo errando,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tenta fazer o melhor por nós;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">e se por algum motivo</div><div style="text-align: center;">ele se omitiu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e não cumpriu a missão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que por Deus lhe foi confiada,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mesmo assim,</div><div style="text-align: center;">devemos ao nosso Pai</div><div style="text-align: center;">amor e gratidão</div><div style="text-align: center;">por nos ter gerado...</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Regina Azenha</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-8443201282057211050?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-60667755592482602402010-07-27T11:22:00.000-07:002010-07-27T11:23:55.144-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TE8kJz-doCI/AAAAAAAACcM/l5ww78nwhvU/s1600/1846805.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498653421032284194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TE8kJz-doCI/AAAAAAAACcM/l5ww78nwhvU/s400/1846805.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">São muitas as noites<br />em que um lindo anjo<br />vem adornar os meus sonhos<br />com sua doce companhia...<br /><br />em que ele me conduz<br />por veredas floridas,<br />enternecendo minh'alma<br />com palavras de amor e carinho;<br /><br />em que seu compreensivo<br />e afetuoso olhar,<br />toca meu coração<br />envolvendo-o<br />com bálsamos de paz...<br /><br />Sonhos sublimes<br />mas que parecem tão reais...<br /><br />Ao despertar<br />tenho a sensação<br />de que ele ainda<br />permanece<br />ao meu lado...<br /><br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6066775559248260240?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-44255371549775960802010-07-27T11:16:00.000-07:002010-07-27T11:21:50.136-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TE8jpSOpxaI/AAAAAAAACcE/QXZQ_oGzx7A/s1600/429294.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498652862217569698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TE8jpSOpxaI/AAAAAAAACcE/QXZQ_oGzx7A/s400/429294.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Como é bom<br />sentir o frescor da brisa<br />soprando no rosto;<br /><br />sentir os cabelos<br />esvoaçarem<br />ao sabor dos ventos...<br /><br />Como é bom<br />caminhar, pés descalços<br />sobre as areias;<br /><br />deixar-se banhar<br />pelas águas do mar<br />sentir-se sereia...<br /><br />Como é bom<br />descobrir a beleza da vida<br />nas coisas mais singelas;<br /><br />desfrutar<br />de todos os encantos<br />dessa natureza tão bela...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4425537154977596080?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-12256910412925926432010-07-25T07:18:00.001-07:002010-07-25T07:20:42.137-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TExIIlZl99I/AAAAAAAACb8/REjd678PvsY/s1600/1923150.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497848557428144082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TExIIlZl99I/AAAAAAAACb8/REjd678PvsY/s400/1923150.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Quando o sol aparece<br />o perfume<br />que as flores exalam<br />se expandem<br />com mais intensidade;<br /><br />borboletas brincam felizes,<br />pássaros enchem a natureza<br />com os sons alegres<br />dos seus trinados;<br /><br />a paisagem<br />ganha contornos de luz,<br />que realçam as cores<br />e a beleza da terra...<br /><br />Quando o sol aparece<br />tudo, ao nosso redor,<br />se transforma numa<br />linda aquarela...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1225691041292592643?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-2271301413937868452010-07-23T06:56:00.001-07:002010-07-23T06:57:35.325-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEmfwxDkgfI/AAAAAAAACbs/kviLr964joQ/s1600/1922948.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497100480333251058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEmfwxDkgfI/AAAAAAAACbs/kviLr964joQ/s400/1922948.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Os sentimentos<br />quando puros e sinceros<br />não precisam ser escondidos;<br /><br />devem ser externados<br />e plenamente vividos.<br /><br />Por isso, nada tolherá<br />a liberdade que tenho,<br />de expressar o que sinto;<br /><br />de demonstrar<br />o amor e o carinho<br />que dedico a ti,<br />meu amigo.<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-227130141393786845?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-31025622956589096892010-07-23T06:51:00.000-07:002010-07-23T06:56:03.243-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEmfavvT2QI/AAAAAAAACbk/irKm7lZKYYI/s1600/1864972.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497100102022715650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEmfavvT2QI/AAAAAAAACbk/irKm7lZKYYI/s400/1864972.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">O coração<br />tem muitos caminhos<br />que podem nos conduzir<br />a dor ou a felicidade;<br /><br />Caminhos<br />que somente nós,<br />podemos escolher...<br /><br />Escolhi seguir por um<br />que pensei me fizesse feliz,<br />mas que agora vejo. só me faz sofrer...<br /><br />Um caminho que acreditei<br />fosse coberto apenas de flores,<br />mas que em verdade<br />mostra-se repleto de espinhos...<br /><br />Escolhi um caminho,<br />que não tem volta...<br />Escolhi amar você...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3102562295658909689?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-56152232497047567002010-07-23T06:49:00.000-07:002010-07-23T06:51:21.573-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEmeTxwcppI/AAAAAAAACbM/EyHE7JiclgI/s1600/1918272.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497098882793645714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEmeTxwcppI/AAAAAAAACbM/EyHE7JiclgI/s400/1918272.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Naquela manhã<br />o azul do céu estava radiante<br />e mostrava uma beleza singular...<br /><br />Os ráios rubros do sol<br />cobriam a paisagem,<br />flores ganhavam mais cores<br />e a passarada em festa<br />enchia de sons o lugar...<br /><br />Naquela manhã<br />tendo por testemunha a natureza,<br />vivemos momentos sublimes;<br /><br />Momentos de entrega plena,<br />que somente o amor,<br />é capaz de proporcionar...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-5615223249704756700?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-74622771707193127702010-07-23T06:47:00.000-07:002010-07-23T06:49:41.933-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEmd3k8BGQI/AAAAAAAACbE/qPnRO_NXoIs/s1600/1918258.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497098398316173570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEmd3k8BGQI/AAAAAAAACbE/qPnRO_NXoIs/s400/1918258.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">É sempre assim...<br /><br />Desde a alvorada<br />até o crepúsculo do dia<br />tua imagem está<br />nos meus pensamentos...<br /><br />Ao anoitecer,<br />penso...<br />Vou esquecer-te.<br /><br />Engano-me!<br /><br />Ao abrirem-se as portas<br />dos meus sonhos<br />eis que surges<br />novamente...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7462277170719312770?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-22860796412639979252010-07-20T09:07:00.001-07:002010-07-20T09:08:08.625-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXJ3BmYVOI/AAAAAAAACZ0/i6zp4itbiso/s1600/n%C3%A3osouadepta.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496020867434960098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXJ3BmYVOI/AAAAAAAACZ0/i6zp4itbiso/s400/n%C3%A3osouadepta.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2286079641263997925?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-4950998763293092622010-07-20T09:06:00.001-07:002010-07-20T09:06:57.111-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXJlZGT7vI/AAAAAAAACZs/w4RI7u0Yoos/s1600/sobreamizadeI.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496020564505259762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXJlZGT7vI/AAAAAAAACZs/w4RI7u0Yoos/s400/sobreamizadeI.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-495099876329309262?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-68742702320039398722010-07-19T08:53:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:21:11.330-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXM8RgvLxI/AAAAAAAACas/BcHTXw89CPQ/s1600/1907025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496024256140488466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXM8RgvLxI/AAAAAAAACas/BcHTXw89CPQ/s400/1907025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Sensação singular<br />fez estremecer nossas almas,<br />quando nossos corações se tocaram<br />em um terno abraço...<br /><br />Sem nada dizer,<br />permanecemos ali,<br />corpos colados<br />apenas sentindo<br />o calor da emoção...<br /><br />Como se naquele instante<br />de sonho e ventura,<br />nossos corações<br />fossem estrelas engastadas<br />no mesmo firmamento azul...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6874270232003939872?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-43043263577403511362010-07-19T08:51:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:19:42.630-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXMf7-0uoI/AAAAAAAACak/63XEizAzIJM/s1600/1900340.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496023769324763778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXMf7-0uoI/AAAAAAAACak/63XEizAzIJM/s400/1900340.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Pousaste<br />em meus lábios<br />um beijo doce e suave<br /><br />Um beijo que mais parecia<br />o toque de uma brisa...<br />Brisa que acaricia<br />e faz sonhar...<br /><br />Naquele momento<br />não precisamos<br />de palavras...<br /><br />Naquele momento<br />precisávamos apenas<br />de amor...<br /><br />e nas asas do amor<br />nos deixamos levar...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-4304326357740351136?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-38457285590200300522010-07-19T08:50:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:15:53.687-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXLsvJzvbI/AAAAAAAACaU/YPcDxMZ_WeQ/s1600/102227.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496022889707847090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXLsvJzvbI/AAAAAAAACaU/YPcDxMZ_WeQ/s400/102227.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Hoje<br />estava pensando,<br />o quanto os amigos<br />são importantes<br />em nossas vidas;<br /><br />e quem os tem<br />verdadeiros e fiéis,<br />carrega no coração<br />um tesouro sublime...<br /><br />E o meu tesouro é você!<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3845728559020030052?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-8443736880382728902010-07-19T08:47:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:14:26.697-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXLXLh7xjI/AAAAAAAACaM/ZHduH7dUDW4/s1600/1235377.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496022519368107570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXLXLh7xjI/AAAAAAAACaM/ZHduH7dUDW4/s400/1235377.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Pensar que tudo começou<br />de uma simples brincadeira...<br /><br />Era noite...<br />Caminhávamos na praia<br />e como duas crianças,<br />começamos a disputar<br />qual de nós conseguiria catar<br />mais conchas nas areias...<br /><br />De repente,<br />nossas mãos se tocaram<br />e nos sentimos tomados<br />por irresistivel atração...<br /><br />Nossos corpos extasiados<br />se renderam...se entregaram<br />a magia daquele momento<br />repleto de emoção...<br /><br />Pensar que tudo começou<br />de uma simples brincadeira...<br /><br />Uma linda noite de amor<br />que por encanto se transformou<br />em amor pra vida inteira...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-844373688038272890?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-79742695596027628052010-07-19T08:45:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:12:13.082-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXK11hQgfI/AAAAAAAACaE/1pI1cb2iIuM/s1600/1565868.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496021946524008946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXK11hQgfI/AAAAAAAACaE/1pI1cb2iIuM/s400/1565868.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Sinto uma angústia imensa<br />nesses dias frios...cinzentos,<br />quando apenas o barulho da chuva<br />rompe o silêncio;<br /><br />nesses dias em que a paisagem<br />perde suas cores, sua graça<br />e até mesmo os pássaros calam<br />seus cantos de alegria...<br /><br />Sinto uma angústia imensa<br />nesses dias frios...cinzentos... </div><br /><div align="center"><br />Quando a natureza é coberta<br />por um véu de tristeza<br />e minh'alma abatida<br />sente o frio da solidão...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7974269559602762805?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-62514421320825698412010-07-19T08:43:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:10:12.842-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXKXj4P5XI/AAAAAAAACZ8/MfZJeOXDzns/s1600/1023657.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496021426392524146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEXKXj4P5XI/AAAAAAAACZ8/MfZJeOXDzns/s400/1023657.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Por mais<br />que a voz da razão me alerte,<br />dizendo que não devo<br />aguardar primaveras risonhas,<br />nem cultivar flores de ilusão,<br /><br />Meu coração,<br />pobre sonhador,<br />continua cultivando<br />a esperança<br />de ter o teu amor<br />um dia...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br /></div><br /><div align="center">(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6251442132082569841?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-39747875813115047502010-07-16T07:23:00.000-07:002010-07-16T07:37:42.698-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEBumzuZxqI/AAAAAAAACZc/KWOc-aTn7VE/s1600/1866246.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494513158390924962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEBumzuZxqI/AAAAAAAACZc/KWOc-aTn7VE/s400/1866246.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Poder imensurável<br />tem o verdadeiro Amor...<br /><br />Fez com que eu<br />me sentisse feliz,<br />ao saber<br />que encontraste<br />a felicidade...<br /><br />Mesmo não sendo<br />junto a mim...<br />mesmo sendo<br />em outros braços...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-3974787581311504750?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-28436164900444273432010-07-16T07:20:00.000-07:002010-07-16T07:39:20.714-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEBu4RuQ7DI/AAAAAAAACZk/U2QvItvTMCQ/s1600/1863022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494513458501184562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TEBu4RuQ7DI/AAAAAAAACZk/U2QvItvTMCQ/s400/1863022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Quando<br />pareciam aniquiladas<br />todas as esperanças,<br />e tudo era tristeza<br />e escuridão,<br />eis que surgiste<br />em minha vida...<br /><br />Sopro divino<br />que fez renascer<br />em minh'alma,<br />alegria<br /><br />Clarão de luz<br />que ilumina</div><div align="center">todos os meus dias...<br /><br />Razão do meu viver...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2843616490044427343?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-60445328582391774012010-07-15T09:59:00.000-07:002010-07-15T10:01:29.059-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD8-3JlW5cI/AAAAAAAACZU/8rPiLF6w0u4/s1600/844453.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494179187601630658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD8-3JlW5cI/AAAAAAAACZU/8rPiLF6w0u4/s400/844453.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Passaste tão depressa<br />em minha vida...<br /><br />Como vento,<br />acendeste brasas<br />de amor e esperança,<br />para depois<br />deixá-las queimando<br />sozinhas...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6044532858239177401?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-66420920875774392802010-07-15T09:52:00.000-07:002010-07-15T09:59:09.717-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD8-RUB3oZI/AAAAAAAACZM/G39-EAgpAPs/s1600/102227.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494178537570541970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD8-RUB3oZI/AAAAAAAACZM/G39-EAgpAPs/s400/102227.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Dizem<br />que pérolas raras<br />e de indiscutível beleza,<br />só podem ser encontradas<br />nas profundezas do mar...<br /><br />Até onde isso<br />é verdade,<br />sinceramente não sei.<br /><br />Nunca mergulhei<br />em oceanos,<br />e mesmo assim,<br />linda pérola encontrei<br /><br />Pérola rara<br />e de doces encantos:<br />-Você!<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6642092087577439280?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-19582063747784158442010-07-14T09:33:00.000-07:002010-07-15T09:36:19.430-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD84sXQrgeI/AAAAAAAACYE/fk2OX-MeuhM/s1600/1424471.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494172405224669666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD84sXQrgeI/AAAAAAAACYE/fk2OX-MeuhM/s400/1424471.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Sem você,<br />minh'alma<br />segue por estradas<br />sem flores,sem cores,<br />sem vida;<br /><br />mas ainda carrega consigo<br />um tênue fio de esperança...<br /><br />Quem sabe<br />as suas mãos sejam<br />novamente o guia,<br />que um dia a conduziram<br />por floridos caminhos...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-1958206374778415844?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-9916128373963919422010-07-14T09:30:00.000-07:002010-07-15T09:43:21.953-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD86oXRo7EI/AAAAAAAACYU/CqCqtgQDVNk/s1600/1852495.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494174535532473410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD86oXRo7EI/AAAAAAAACYU/CqCqtgQDVNk/s400/1852495.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">A lembrança<br />daquela doce manhã<br />ainda desperta emoções<br />em minh'alma...<br /><br />O sol<br />com seus ráios faiscantes<br />tremeluzia de dourado<br />tudo que atingia...<br /><br />Nos jardins</div><br /><div align="center">flores de todos os matizes<br />exalavam delicioso aroma,<br />enquanto os pássaros<br />voejavam céleres,<br />brincando entre as ramadas...<br /><br />Doce manhã,<br />em que meu coração<br />ganhou asas<br />voando do meu peito<br />para pousar no teu...<br /><br />Doce manhã,<br />quando entre nós,<br />o amor floresceu...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-991612837396391942?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-79761531145656415212010-07-14T09:28:00.000-07:002010-07-22T11:18:04.339-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD88ePhVllI/AAAAAAAACZE/vL6wA4Iv1SM/s1600/1665693.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494176560675395154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD88ePhVllI/AAAAAAAACZE/vL6wA4Iv1SM/s400/1665693.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Uma inexplicável atração<br />me impeliu para ti,<br />quando nossos olhares<br />se encontraram...<br /><br />Uma explosão indefinível<br />de sentimentos<br />ecoou nas entranhas<br />do meu ser...<br /><br />Sensação de plenitude</div><div align="center">invadiu minh'alma,<br />como se as portas<br />de um longinquo passado<br />se abrissem a minha frente;<br /><br />me permitindo<br />reconhecer em ti,<br />a força do amor eterno,<br />que transcende...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7976153114565641521?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-75639854219030649442010-07-14T09:26:00.000-07:002010-07-15T09:40:27.800-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD854rMdDDI/AAAAAAAACYM/M4Ll4P4uN0M/s1600/19940.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494173716245711922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD854rMdDDI/AAAAAAAACYM/M4Ll4P4uN0M/s400/19940.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Tento inutilmente<br />desvencilhar-me<br />dessa paixão<br />que escraviza<br /><br />mas,por mais que eu tente<br />não consigo apartar-me<br />de ti...<br /><br />como se<br />uma corrente invisivel,<br />e cujos elos não se rompem,<br />fizesse minh'alma, da tua,<br />eterna prisioneira...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7563985421903064944?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-23424858846904518192010-07-14T09:24:00.000-07:002010-07-15T09:49:49.978-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD88JiXWudI/AAAAAAAACY8/PaDjKm4W3fw/s1600/1884350.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494176204956547538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD88JiXWudI/AAAAAAAACY8/PaDjKm4W3fw/s400/1884350.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Sutilmente<br />me acariciaste...<br /><br />Num abraço apertado<br />aconchegaste meu corpo<br />bem juntinho ao teu...<br /><br />Quando teus lábios molhados<br />roçaram os meus,<br />senti-me mergulhando<br />num oceano de encantos...<br /><br />Nesse instante<br />ondas de prazer me levaram<br />as profundezas de ti...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2342485884690451819?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-28872790126735898222010-07-14T09:22:00.000-07:002010-07-15T09:51:49.021-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD87jcZBU8I/AAAAAAAACYs/zM22pADJVA0/s1600/1896305.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494175550517892034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TD87jcZBU8I/AAAAAAAACYs/zM22pADJVA0/s400/1896305.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Envenenaste meu coração<br />com o fruto da indiferença,<br />matando todos meus sonhos<br />de amor,<br />e esperanças de felicidade...<br /><br />Hoje minh'alma vagueia<br />desolada e triste,<br />qual uma folha,<br />que ao se desprender<br />de um galho em flor,<br />se deixa levar<br />ao sabor dos ventos...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-2887279012673589822?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-73186508928881018652010-07-10T12:37:00.000-07:002010-07-10T12:57:30.592-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TDjQf_hcMfI/AAAAAAAACXM/pMHWTIuQLtc/s1600/1815221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492368993624535538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TDjQf_hcMfI/AAAAAAAACXM/pMHWTIuQLtc/s400/1815221.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Nos meus delírios de amor<br />tu eras o sol que chegava<br />pondo luz no meu caminho;<br /><br />tu eras o calor<br />que aquecia minh'alma,<br />protegendo-a das invernias...<br /><br />Ah! tão somente delírios...ilusões...<br /><br />Em verdade<br />foste a chama que veio devastar<br />todos meus sonhos de ventura,<br />transformando-os em folhas secas,<br /><br />que tombaram<br />em total desalento<br />revestindo de tristeza<br />o solo do meu coração...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-7318650892888101865?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321767947452960794.post-62707219855722495512010-07-10T12:35:00.000-07:002010-07-10T13:34:02.345-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TDjZI-XvIuI/AAAAAAAACXc/yM-s2YHC544/s1600/783777.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492378493783057122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGV-8FzNit0/TDjZI-XvIuI/AAAAAAAACXc/yM-s2YHC544/s400/783777.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">A noite foi tocada<br />por misteriosa beleza<br />quando a lua<br />encheu de sonhos<br />a natureza...<br /><br />Como se fôsse um delírio<br />rompendo as barreiras da razão,<br />o céu me proporcionou<br />a mais sublime das visões...<br /><br />Os ráios prateados do luar<br />ao derramarem-se sobre nós<br />assumiram lindas formas<br />de flores e estrelas...<br /><br />Flores que perfumaram<br />nossas almas...<br />Estrelas que iluminaram<br />nossos corações...<br /><br />Regina Azenha<br />(Preserve autoria)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321767947452960794-6270721985572249551?l=reginapoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Regina Azenhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06632107702147436309noreply@blogger.com0