tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15476460247005255842024-02-19T01:12:45.022-08:00Vem comigo pro matagal!Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-61319561241710835752015-07-21T07:33:00.002-07:002015-07-21T07:35:34.498-07:00Férias - Outros roseirais...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Vou comprar mudas novas</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Talvez busque novas espécies</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Outros roseirais</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Até breve, amigos do Matagal!</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-41468100019372653702015-05-25T09:26:00.001-07:002015-05-25T09:26:57.377-07:00Chuva de flores, seriam esses os sinais que eu queria?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Andei angustiada e pensei em algo superior que pudesse me enviar "sinais do céu".</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Pequenas flores brancas começaram a chover sobre minha cabeça, era um arbusto que jamais florescera em meu quintal.</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Sou assim, vivo sem fé e sem firmeza nas coisas transcendentais.</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Seriam esses os sinais que esperava?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Acreditei no início, mas desacredito agora.</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-19239477817860480172015-03-12T11:15:00.003-07:002015-03-12T11:16:32.355-07:00Quem pintou esse tapete?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: lime;">Matizes clorofilados de luz </span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Oriundos do rei sol</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Fizeram de ti</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Um tapete vivo e refulgente</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">De cores e delicadezas</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">E as mãos humanas</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Farão</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Entrelaces mais lindos?</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-29724406237789449572015-01-30T06:02:00.000-08:002015-01-30T06:04:47.170-08:00Faltam só dez anos...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Em apenas dez míseros anos, perderemos o ser mais inteligente e delicado do planeta, o elefante. Animal que ao lado do golfinho, da baleia, do castor e chimpanzés, se destacou por sua doçura e obediência, mostrando-se sempre um bom serviçal do ser humano, isso sem contar com seus dotes artísticos nos circos do mundo inteiro. Ah, esse ser humano que nada respeita! Que destrói uma espécie tão valiosa em troca dos seus dentes de marfim. Dá até vontade de radicalizar e pedir a Deus que acabe de vez com o ser humano e deixe apenas os animais. É muita ambição, muita cobiça rolando por aí...</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Cemitério de elefantes, é para lá que eles já estão se encaminhando...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Adeus, amigos! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Triste, triste demais!</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-12970912740648535842015-01-14T06:03:00.000-08:002015-01-14T06:03:14.106-08:00Água - por que o desperdício?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Estou passando pela calçada. De repente, um som de cachoeira na calçada, levo um susto tão grande que me afasto automaticamente sem saber a razão. Mas quando olho com calma ao meu redor, o porteiro do prédio, lá do último andar, está despejando litros e litros do líquido precioso que tanta falta faz a milhões de pessoas, plantas e animais do mundo inteiro. E qual a finalidade? Lavar as janelinhas envidraçadas dos idiotas endinheirados, mas que não têm a mínima noção da importância vital da água até para a sua própria sobrevivênvia.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">O ser humano, hein? Dá para entender este ser?</span><br />
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<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-19233521251756993642014-11-26T02:31:00.000-08:002014-11-26T02:31:01.754-08:00Antúrios vermelhos porque é Natal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Porque é Natal</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Eles se pintaram</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">De vermelho</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Porque é Natal</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Eles nos pedem</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Que esqueçamos</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">As tristezas da vida</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Porque é Natal</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Eles querem</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Que sejamos</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Felizes</span><br />
<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-78057024085362622102014-10-29T06:07:00.000-07:002014-10-29T06:10:29.083-07:00Eu também sou a natureza!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oi, sou o Arthurzinho!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vocês já me conhecem</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pois nasci do esplendor desse verde</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Amparado e perfumado pelas flores</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui ninado pelo cântico dos passarinhos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">E enquanto recebia a ternura dos meus pais</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">E da Vó Lucinha, eu crescia</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje, tenho muitos amiguinhos na escolinha</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Já sei contar e escrever tudo direitinho</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Faço um montão de desenhos coloridos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">E tenho uma professora que é muito boazinha</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quando no recreio ela faz brincadeira de roda</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">E pede que cada um diga um versinho,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu digo assim de cabeça: </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">"De tanto que vejo as nuvens </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passeando no azul do céu</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olho com igual amor </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">A nossa boa terrinha</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Há tantas plantas florindo </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que sinto que sou parte delas </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Criei raízes e folhas, e com certeza afirmo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que eu também sou a natureza..."</span></span><br />
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<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-71311023800413904302014-10-21T12:57:00.001-07:002014-10-21T12:57:43.628-07:00Lírios<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Lírios</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Dos jardins </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Do campo</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Do brejo</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Pequenos</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Grandes</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Suaves no aroma</span> <br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Brancos, tão brancos</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Da paz...</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-71383837711836067652014-10-14T07:48:00.000-07:002014-10-14T07:48:35.568-07:00Fiz a cama na varanda...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Fiquei indecisa</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Faço algo sobre crianças?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Escrevo algo sobre o que ouvia quando criança?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Então, perdoem-me o narcisismo - narciso também é flor</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Mas vou cantar a música da criança</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Que sempre habitou o meu interior:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">"Fiz a cama na varanda</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Me esqueci do cobertor</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Deu um vento na roseira<span style="background-color: #38761d;"><span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Ai, meus cuidados</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">Me cobriu toda de flor..."</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">[Inezita Barroso - grande Inezita!]</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #d9ead3;"><span style="background-color: #38761d;">De camisola, cara de sono, eu não tenho jeito mesmo!</span></span><br />
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<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-53928431979920216742014-10-09T06:04:00.001-07:002014-10-09T06:04:19.266-07:00E os duendes também chegaram<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: lime;">Se a primavera chegou</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Se o verde se fez presente</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Se as flores se abriram em cor</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Seus guardiões</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Os esquisitos duendes</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Também chegaram</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Que sejam bem vindos! </span><br />
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<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-51721709101678418952014-10-01T04:55:00.001-07:002014-10-03T13:23:34.027-07:00A lei das assinaturas, você a conhece?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Foi o sábio Paracelso quem adentrou nos mistérios e nas mensagens que a natureza nos envia a cada dia. Por exemplo, a forma, o odor, as cores das plantas correspondem aos órgãos do nosso corpo e nos fornecem também a cura para os nossos males. Você está tristinho? Pois saiba que as flores do boungainville podem aliviar a nossa melancolia.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Aproveitemos, então, vamos "ler" no infinito livro da mãe natureza...</span><br />
<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-63469463081786139362014-09-17T15:36:00.001-07:002014-09-17T15:42:18.791-07:00Na natureza não há o bem nem o mal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d;">No ciclo da natureza</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Não tem o bem</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Nem o mal</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Se um animal sente fome</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Vai em busca de sua presa</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Sentindo grande apetite</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">O grande tamanduá<br />Recolhe as formiguinhas</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Com sua língua voraz</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Já o bicho homem</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Que se diz racional</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Mata até o seu igual</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">E o faz por crueldade </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">E é assim que o mal se faz</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Mas para brindar nossa </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Amizade</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Vamos imaginar</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Dois cãezinhos na janela</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Ambos a namorar... </span><br />
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<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-88603546951042985592014-09-11T07:37:00.002-07:002014-09-12T07:45:35.197-07:00Fungos, plantas, penicilina<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Compra-se um utensílio de madeira, vem a umidade, e eles nascem macios, estranhos, mas são plantas, são vivos. Daqui nasceu a penicilina que fez Alexander Fleming salvar muitas vidas.</span><br />
<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-48254234557859005092014-09-04T06:11:00.000-07:002014-09-04T06:11:39.363-07:00Hortas em Berlim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Fiquei simplesmente hipnotizada com o que via. Senhoras idosas, jovens, ricos, pobres, todo mundo plantando e colhendo frutas e legumes nas hortas. Hortas comuns, de terrenos particulares? </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Absolutamente, não! A turma está plantando de tudo em lugares públicos, terrenos baldios e onde mais houver espaço e terra para semear.</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Bem que podíamos imitar esse exemplo, não? Com os preços dos supermercados tão altos e a maior parte da população desocupada e passando fome, assaltando... </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">No Brasil? Pura utopia, né?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Acho que me empolgo demais.</span><br />
Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-85022069657571669582014-08-26T07:24:00.002-07:002014-08-26T07:30:11.977-07:00Minha doce guardiã<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Após quase vinte anos </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">De uma boa convivência diária </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Partiu para sempre</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Minha doce guardiã</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Amiga e companheira,</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Chiquita ou Chiquitita,</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Como carinhosamente</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">A chamava</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Pelas manhãs</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Me cumprimentava</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Lambendo delicadamente </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">As pontas dos dedos </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Das minhas mãos</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Agora é só saudade... </span><br />
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<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-75703973901524894662014-08-15T06:22:00.000-07:002014-08-15T06:22:54.047-07:00Gato preto dá azar?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: lime;">Gato preto dá azar?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">E quem disse tamanho disparate?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">Quantos animaizinhos desses</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">Ainda são mortos e torturados</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">Em nome dessa imbecilidade</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">Acordem para a verdade</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">Seus tolos supersticiosos</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">Agora fiquei chateada!</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-33365836997480014642014-07-29T11:46:00.002-07:002014-08-01T05:27:14.330-07:00Faz cara de samambaia, faz!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXweT80dSRGYlbhpQNV2mRk78dCV96MuNOpKcD2GubNb6RmNxl0cqMtZg5epY58II55klg0OwlPteL_i9_Mf4IxXpgFLfJx-etLFwiZ0iH_Fd5CnhXELR_9UJkyeY4mCKjsQdOuq-hes/s1600/20140608_135456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXweT80dSRGYlbhpQNV2mRk78dCV96MuNOpKcD2GubNb6RmNxl0cqMtZg5epY58II55klg0OwlPteL_i9_Mf4IxXpgFLfJx-etLFwiZ0iH_Fd5CnhXELR_9UJkyeY4mCKjsQdOuq-hes/s1600/20140608_135456.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #38761d;">Afinal, o que deve ser fazer cara de samambaia?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Deve ser </span><span style="color: #38761d;">um semblante natural</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">e pseudo angelical</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Ou coisa parecida</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Sei lá, sei lá!</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Quem aí sabe explicar?</span><br />
<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-56819986048990598152014-07-15T10:24:00.000-07:002014-07-17T08:13:18.524-07:00Pimenteira de jardim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Pimenteira de jardim</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Não arde</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Nem cheira</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Apenas enfeita</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">E tira olho gordo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Não sei se acredito</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Mas é o que dizem... </span></span><br />
<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-64077874475956711062014-06-20T14:07:00.000-07:002014-06-20T14:09:27.846-07:00Um longo inverno...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Foi um longo e tenebroso inverno...</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">A saudade batia forte</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Mas a vida real me cobrava seu alto preço</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Volto agora de mansinho</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Deixem-me apenas tomar fôlego</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">E voltar a respirar</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Só respirar</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-5169746874260284942013-02-20T06:12:00.000-08:002013-02-20T06:14:43.305-08:00Dedicação total ao blog Vanuza Pantaleão/Obra Literária<span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">Como todos já perceberam, o Matagal é o meu xodó, mas estou escrevendo um texto muito complexo (ficção científica) para o meu outro espaço, Vanuza Pantaleão/Obra Literária. Ali, também abordarei questões pertinentes à ecologia. Portanto, por enquanto, se sentirem um pouquinho de saudade, me visitem por lá.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">Não é necessário comentar esse esclarecimento. Apenas uma questão de uns dois meses, e volto.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">Obrigada, muito obrigada pelo apoio e consideração de vocês!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">Beijo enormeeeee nos seus corações!<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">!!</span></span></span></span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-19964425975870401882013-02-06T06:50:00.003-08:002013-02-06T06:51:55.792-08:00Feriazinhas no matagal [volto em breve]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Entendam bem, eu disse "no matagal", ao invés "do matagal". Quero me espreguiçar nessa grama úmida e verdinha, e só ficar ouvindo passarinho, todos os sábias e bem-te-vis, desesperadamente lindos, fazendo seus ninhos. Tem também o pica- pau que , muito do teimoso, quer porque quer, esburacar um grosso tronco de um jamelão. Vê se pode?</span><br />
<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Tô indo, meus amores, beijinhos!!!!</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-9913010921099268952013-01-10T07:35:00.001-08:002013-01-10T07:35:59.241-08:00Em preto e brancoE o tempo levou para sempre o matagal do passado<br />
Tudo em nome do progresso<br />
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<br />Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-34663807249071946142012-12-21T01:30:00.001-08:002012-12-21T01:31:20.875-08:00Que bonito!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um lindo peixe prateado cai no anzol do pescador</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;">E por ironia do destino</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;">É chamado de bonito</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estranho</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;">Triste</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sombrio</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não entendo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: large;">A humanidade</span></span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547646024700525584.post-27960848087138748082012-10-24T13:42:00.002-07:002012-12-21T01:33:21.752-08:00Jovens folhas, o esplendor da vida <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jovens, tão jovens e de tantas nuances suaves. Entre verdes matizes, ocres e róseos tons, as folhas disputam com as flores a primazia do esplendor da vida.Difícil não nos encantarmos com o brilho dos brotos de abacateiros e ameixeiras.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">No meu jardim</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">Abobreira não rasteja </span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">Por isso</span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">Te peço </span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">Planta querida: </span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">Sobe, sobe, abobreira!</span>Vanuza Pantaleãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370314117649986129noreply@blogger.com30