tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74342984982120107002012-01-28T08:06:16.808-08:00Verso Prosa e PoesiaAmanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-2049095218392522552012-01-18T09:33:00.000-08:002012-01-18T09:46:27.966-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXpjuTFhN9o/TxcFRTgj1eI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_qlnDEUarlc/s1600/tumblr_ljgdrdQ5qV1qisrg2o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXpjuTFhN9o/TxcFRTgj1eI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_qlnDEUarlc/s320/tumblr_ljgdrdQ5qV1qisrg2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699029648313406946" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span >Você promove meu galanteio e minha malícia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >ao nível mais elevado de amizade e candura.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >Isso me liberta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >e liberdade me encanta...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span >Amanda Cellis</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-204909521839252255?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-12623669646148946472012-01-16T10:43:00.000-08:002012-01-16T10:56:54.748-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOk1e9qGcAs/TxRyP_WZMCI/AAAAAAAAASE/1MWiZsHip38/s1600/espelho-do-carro-na-estrada-7da4d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOk1e9qGcAs/TxRyP_WZMCI/AAAAAAAAASE/1MWiZsHip38/s320/espelho-do-carro-na-estrada-7da4d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698305047559483426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Árvores na beira da estrada;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>retrato visto de pressa.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>Amanda Cellis</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-1262366964614894647?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-34970120023158487232011-12-15T06:58:00.001-08:002011-12-15T07:05:16.945-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sd1B0BLpdDo/TuoMYap1MHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cA0Ncu8Cdfs/s1600/INTIMI1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686371093119840370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sd1B0BLpdDo/TuoMYap1MHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cA0Ncu8Cdfs/s320/INTIMI1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Quem vive sempre quase morre!<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-3497012002315848723?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-45276747233649949622011-12-15T06:07:00.000-08:002011-12-15T06:26:24.123-08:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686359142473187010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UYwSKHNogs/TuoBgzBovsI/AAAAAAAAARg/zXQmgCavseM/s320/bebe_dormindo.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Vou acordar mais cedo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Começo a dieta na segunda</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Preciso fazer trabalho voluntário;</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ganhar ritmo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Estudar antes da véspera da prova</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sorrir mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Falar mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Viver mais...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Despertador me acorda as 8 da manhã</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Interrompe o sonho mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">lunático, incrível, pitoresco e criativo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">que uma pessoa poderia ter</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Volto a dormir na tentativa </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de recuperá-lo...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Gozo então o poder mais competente e inventivo:</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">O poder de sonhar!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Acordo as 11 horas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">deixando pra próxima semana</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">todos os sonhos citados anteriormente</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E vivo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Honestamente eu vivo!</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Amanda Cellis</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-4527674723364994962?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-5706616291249755992011-12-15T05:33:00.000-08:002011-12-31T11:46:41.634-08:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686348724167734226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RhnssXp-LU/Tun4CX0Dc9I/AAAAAAAAARU/23PEED7IGto/s320/amandablog.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;">-Eu acredito muito nisso, de energia.</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Você acha o que? que morre pronto e acabou?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Ah, eu não sei. Depende muito do meu humor...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">E finalmente achei uma resposta oficial pra tal questão!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;">(conversa com uma amiga)</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-570661629124975599?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-28971176028195237692011-11-15T15:22:00.000-08:002011-11-15T15:28:09.758-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-6yGOmPDio/TsL0gabxjvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vY4ikJXLcyw/s1600/menino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675367318129053426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-6yGOmPDio/TsL0gabxjvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vY4ikJXLcyw/s320/menino.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">SUA DOÇURA INVADE</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">MINHA JANELA... </span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">(todo dia...)</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-2897117602819523769?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-10264400261587040542011-07-08T16:37:00.000-07:002011-08-29T09:42:31.261-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnGCdMp1pmI/TheU5LXK97I/AAAAAAAAAQc/dD0I2mG-_kk/s1600/blog33.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627129969446156210" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnGCdMp1pmI/TheU5LXK97I/AAAAAAAAAQc/dD0I2mG-_kk/s320/blog33.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Estudar <br />Relacionar <br />Entregar <br />Politizar <br />Corrigir <br />Somar <br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">Textualizar</span> <br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">(...) <br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas e a preguicinha </span></span> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;">no final da tarde?</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >E a dor?</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E a chuva?</span> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;">E a festa?</span> <br /></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-1026440026158704054?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-3998699790121782922011-07-08T16:25:00.000-07:002011-07-08T16:32:58.225-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNZUOMF_TZM/TheTW3ANbzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/At8ru_BwC-4/s1600/klimt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627128280353959730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNZUOMF_TZM/TheTW3ANbzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/At8ru_BwC-4/s320/klimt.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Isso de pensar muito em mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">De querer o meu bem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">De querer meu bem<br />De querer-te tão bem...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-399869979012178292?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-79909582085772644532011-06-26T17:42:00.000-07:002011-07-10T10:05:42.717-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYWeyzIyuq8/TgfT8LNR8AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/t5pdUXYQWJI/s1600/blog22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622695690549456898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYWeyzIyuq8/TgfT8LNR8AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/t5pdUXYQWJI/s320/blog22.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">O sol está pintado de cinza</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Então me anoiteço</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">E se a noite se pinta de sol</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não amanheço.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não amanheça!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Por favor...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-7990958208577264453?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-23532573753519498542011-02-09T10:08:00.000-08:002011-02-09T10:20:04.035-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TVLZEELOTxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dPbcl-NpxLU/s1600/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571754352874245906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TVLZEELOTxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dPbcl-NpxLU/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">O que sei que sou</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">E o que eu preciso ser</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">brigam constantemente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">para eu ser feliz.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-2353257375351949854?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-27005317091864295972010-11-02T11:19:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:25:06.693-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TNBXHGxay5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/sDp8qFqr1rY/s1600/AMANDA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TNBXHGxay5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/sDp8qFqr1rY/s320/AMANDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535019721626930066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu sou tão bacana</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">e ser bacana</span><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Não dá grana</span><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Não dá fama</span><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Não dá fruto</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Nem dá flor<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Dá na cama</span><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Pensando que ser bacana</span><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Gera amor.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Amanda Cellis</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-2700531709186429597?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-63949891259201835202010-08-09T18:07:00.000-07:002010-08-09T18:11:46.471-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TGCms2YoQQI/AAAAAAAAANE/6sgWd6g2pXo/s1600/pauloleminski.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TGCms2YoQQI/AAAAAAAAANE/6sgWd6g2pXo/s320/pauloleminski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503582034090017026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;">escrevo e pronto </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />escrevo porque preciso </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />preciso porque estou tonto</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />ninguem tem nada com isso</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />escrevo porque amanhece</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />e as estrelas la do céu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">lembram letras no papel</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">quando o poema me anoitece<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">as aranhas tecem teias</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">os peixes beija e morde o que vê<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">eu escrevo apenas </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">tem<br />que ter porque?</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paulo Leminski</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-6394989125920183520?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-9158531391926348552010-07-27T19:53:00.000-07:002010-07-27T20:11:47.847-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TE-frxl9nkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tc_8qBop-nI/s1600/die088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498789244438421058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TE-frxl9nkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tc_8qBop-nI/s320/die088.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">META</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">ALVO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">TIRO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">CERTO</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">RETO</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">CADA VONTADE TEM SEU OBJETO.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-915853139192634855?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-2467279900606638812010-06-27T12:32:00.000-07:002010-06-27T12:44:45.586-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCepeDR2hpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SGACCLWgkWs/s1600/BLD050821.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487541004715591314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCepeDR2hpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SGACCLWgkWs/s320/BLD050821.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Havia uma porção de mesas e cadeiras</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">E uma porção de pessoas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">enfeitiçadas com uma grande porção de sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Comendo uma porção e meia de batatas fritas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E a vida passava por lá levemente</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E quem olhasse para dentro, via</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que ser feliz era simples</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Uma porção de pessoas ria...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-246727990060663881?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-52043784879826016602010-06-27T12:24:00.000-07:002010-06-27T12:46:40.075-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCem8l3-VmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/L8b7dos5jjc/s1600/bxp47198.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487538230863484514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCem8l3-VmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/L8b7dos5jjc/s320/bxp47198.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">O beijo que beijou a boca<br />Que beijou a face<br />E matou a fome<br />Devorou teu nome<br />Digeriu minha paz...</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCemTG8twKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QQplbGAWNiU/s1600/bxp47198.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong><br /></div></span><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-5204378487982601660?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-20052524251177846092010-06-24T16:21:00.000-07:002010-06-27T12:08:06.185-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCehajJYsHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XIJMVlBW1K8/s1600/PAA099000041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487532148457517170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCehajJYsHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XIJMVlBW1K8/s320/PAA099000041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">..,</span>Viver dói</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dá vertigem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Despenteia</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;" >.............,</span><span style="font-family:arial;">teia</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;" >.............,</span><span style="font-family:arial;">teia</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;" >......,</span><span style="font-family:arial;">Chateia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Viver encanta</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">...</span>Dá samba</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;" >............</span><span style="font-family:arial;">Goza</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;" >...............</span><span style="font-family:arial;">oza</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;" >.,,............</span><span style="font-family:arial;">oza</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">.</span>Cor de rosa...</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Amanda Cellis</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-2005252425117784609?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-44505617326763264612010-06-24T16:18:00.000-07:002010-06-27T11:56:42.006-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCees_TL03I/AAAAAAAAAME/lhxVD6bwn5A/s1600/42-21091020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487529166717571954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCees_TL03I/AAAAAAAAAME/lhxVD6bwn5A/s320/42-21091020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">- Eu vi você verde, vermelho, azul,roxo!!<br />- Ah é? e por que você não me salvou?!<br />- Fiquei viajando nas cores...<br />Esqueci de te salvar...<br />- Ai credo!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#666666;">(conversa com uma amiga...)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-4450561732676326461?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-65641205053748891502010-06-16T17:25:00.000-07:002010-06-27T11:53:15.062-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCed9dGoJMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/u2wQSMHXnvU/s1600/Flower11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487528350084244674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TCed9dGoJMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/u2wQSMHXnvU/s320/Flower11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Dor gratuita<br />e vontade de morrer<br />Dor gratuita<br />é vontade de viver<br /><br />Dor de contorcer<br />Até que vire flor<br />e não vire tédio<br /><br />Que vire ódio<br />Que vire amor<br /><br />Flor dor<br />Dor flor<br />Flor flor flor...<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Amanda Cellis</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-6564120505374889150?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-13492229716434287772010-05-31T15:58:00.000-07:002010-06-01T20:32:42.438-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TAXOwBaW1bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u_dxYPPkRj8/s1600/desconforto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TAXOwBaW1bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u_dxYPPkRj8/s320/desconforto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478011846174102962" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sapato novo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">machuca o pé</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Colchão novo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dá dor nas costas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A novidade causa</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">um desconforto</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Quase desumano</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mas se você pensar...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">É tão bonito de se olhar!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>Amanda Cellis</b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-1349222971643428777?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-14987566714438899572010-05-21T16:14:00.000-07:002010-06-01T20:22:42.100-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TAXOIGK-OzI/AAAAAAAAALs/skOEaZC0ROk/s1600/sim.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/TAXOIGK-OzI/AAAAAAAAALs/skOEaZC0ROk/s320/sim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478011160256985906" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Quando não é uma coisa</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">É outra...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-1498756671443889957?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-91363868800102215572010-03-30T10:28:00.000-07:002010-03-30T10:54:48.324-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S7I6UCR1hRI/AAAAAAAAALc/kZSxAtAJT74/s1600/1344388.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454486214582568210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S7I6UCR1hRI/AAAAAAAAALc/kZSxAtAJT74/s320/1344388.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S7I3XR4BpLI/AAAAAAAAALM/EIAVxpOFaMc/s1600/1344388.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Antes eu conseguia causar<br />algum encantamento.<br /><br />Agora, de repente.<br /><br />Eu só consigo ser eu...<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cellis</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-9136386880010221557?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-18334630286997070522010-03-18T06:18:00.000-07:002010-03-18T06:31:31.796-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Iq4VEd6FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sPbtNuV4tn4/s1600-h/IS213-059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449965646288644178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Iq4VEd6FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sPbtNuV4tn4/s320/IS213-059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">O céu limita minha altura</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me limita a nuvem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que não se limita a chuva</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Chuva que limita a roupa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Existência</span> que não se limita a Deus</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Deus que se limita a sentir</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Pessoas me limitam SER</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu limito pessoas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que limitam gestos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que limitam a fala</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Fala que não se limita ao som</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Som que não se limita a crer</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Crença que limita a dúvida</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dúvida que limita a crer</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Distância limita o toque</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Toque que não se limita a pele</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Universo limita o conhecimento</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Conhecimento não tem limite</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Limite que limita o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mundo que limita agir, falar, escrever, voar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Moralismo que limita amar, crer, dançar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Movimento que não se limita ficar parado.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Só o pensamento é ilimitado</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Cellis</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-1833463028699707052?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-3923248699338735922010-03-09T06:56:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:24:45.496-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DlzYp9PtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zvPhLxJK2Nk/s1600-h/BLD068480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449608220072820434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DlzYp9PtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zvPhLxJK2Nk/s320/BLD068480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">O cabelo dele voa junto ao vento<br />E o meu olhar segue...<br />E até sua canalhice me encanta<br />O sorriso dele sempre conquistando fãs<br />E cada palavra dele me rouba o dia...<br /><br />Me traz amor<br />Me traz horror<br />...<br />Judiaria.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cellis</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-392324869933873592?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-89689299628766999422010-03-09T06:21:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:27:14.169-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DmgmYtGdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sq2BRHCuC4o/s1600-h/042c0304pm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449608996852668882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DmgmYtGdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sq2BRHCuC4o/s320/042c0304pm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">E tem essa saudade errante</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tosca, imbecil, dolorosa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nostálgica</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">confortante</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Passada, revivida, repassada</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Presente, terminada em meio ao dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E tem essa vitalidade nova</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Presente, convincente, certa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Viva, iluminada, amanhecida</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Óbvia</span>, tentadora, perfumada</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sonhada... em meio ao dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu não sei qual realidade seguir</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A cada minuto uma sensação me arrebata</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cellis</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-8968929962876699942?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-67623830023041194782010-02-11T04:40:00.000-08:002010-03-17T08:04:19.749-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DvSMro0AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/10YCLumHQ_0/s1600-h/car0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449618645039239170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DvSMro0AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/10YCLumHQ_0/s320/car0030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu guardo amor em risinhos.<br />Em frestas de <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">azulejos</span>.<br />Em gavetas de criado mudo<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">e <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">escrivaninhas</span>...<br /><br />Eu guardo amor em <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">frasquinhos</span>.<br />Em caixinhas...<br />Guardo amor em vãos de porta.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Nos espacinhos do teclado.<br /><br />Eu guardo amor em palavras escritas,<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">e algum <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">amorzinho</span> escapa em palavras ditas...<br />Eu guardo no vão dos dedos.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Em baixo</span> das unhas...<br /><br />Eu guardo amor em <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">caixinhas</span> de <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">fosforo</span>.<br />Em garrafas de cerveja...<br />Em piadinhas <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">irónicas</span>.<br />Eu guardo amor no piscar de olhos<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Em relance, em rabo de olho...<br /><br />Pouca gente vê.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Mais ele está lá.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"></span><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cellis</span></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-6762383002304119478?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-26087955136302053042010-02-08T03:45:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:31:55.016-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dnpft_mBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0Uooe5Bclg8/s1600-h/o+crime.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449610249193363474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dnpft_mBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0Uooe5Bclg8/s320/o+crime.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Os criminosos se olham culpados<br />por cometer um crime irresistível<br />Ele carrega um ar receoso<br />E ela um coração dilacerado...<br /><br />Mas o sorriso se matem lascivo e libidinoso<br />As palavras saem miúdas e regradas<br />Para o crime não ser descoberto<br />O ar, o som, o tom, o riso, o <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">olho</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Tudo</span> os delata....<br /><br />Os criminosos se olham culpados<br />Por gostar de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">friozinho</span> na barriga<br />E coração acelerado...<br />Por tornar a vida uma aventura<br />Por ceder a suas paixões<br />E as suas vontades<br /><br />Os criminosos se olham...<br />Descarados.<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-2608795513630205304?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-49684909771889770992010-01-30T05:09:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:33:24.997-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DoCsFF5fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yFrtlkyKMrQ/s1600-h/céu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449610682008200690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DoCsFF5fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yFrtlkyKMrQ/s320/c%C3%A9u.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Se eu soubesse <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exatamente</span> por onde começar, eu começaria.<br />Se eu achasse a ponta do novelo... Se começo a lavar a louça pelos copos ou pelas panelas.<br />Se eu tivesse certeza de qual caminho me levaria ao lugar certo. E se eu não tivesse medo, eu o faria...<br />Mais esse novelo tem muitas pontas, a faca tem <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vários</span> gumes, e a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bagunça</span> da louça esta tanta, que eu, honestamente, não sei por onde começar.<br />Fora o fato de oscilar entre a vida de paz, sossego, de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sustentabilidade</span>, saúde de um <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hippe</span> naturalista e o desejo de querer ter o chuveiro aço <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">inox</span> de 60 centímetros de diâmetro que custa<br />R$ 23.353, que eu vi na revista que custa R$ 15,90. Lindo, moderno...<br />Se eu soubesse onde começar para chegar ao topo da elite brasileira ou ao topo da paz espiritual e mental, com toda certeza eu F A R I A A A (gritando).<br />Eu não conheço nenhuma sociedade <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hippe</span> naturalista, posso vir a procurar saber, mais <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">acho</span> que minha <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">família</span> não entenderia.<br />Nunca gostei muito muito de estudar, minha nota do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">enem</span> não foi das melhores...<br />O que fica pra mim é a ansiedade corroendo meu <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">estômago</span> e meu <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">cérebro</span>, a ansiedade de querer fazer milhões de coisas e não conseguir fazer nada, a ansiedade de estar no morno, no meio, meio que ganhando uma grana, meio que em paz, meio que fazendo o que gosta, meio que amando. Mais quando chego em casa depois do trabalho, não existe amor, não existe grana, não existe paz, e nada disso me agrada.<br />Fico com todos os desejos do mundo me devorando a mente, D E V O R A N D O de verdade, sinto a pulsação acelerar, o sangue ferver, e os sonhos navegando dentro da minha cabeça.<br />Centenas de milhares de milhões de formas de como começar; como arrumar um trabalho que eu ganhe melhor, que <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">horário</span> dá pra fazer o curso (Mais nunca dá...), que jeito eu posso fazer pra começar a faculdade, o que eu tenho que dizer pra me casar com o homem que eu quero...<br />Muitos, muitos <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">jeitos</span> de se fazer, muitas palavras pra se dizer. Para mudar o mundo, o meu mundo.<br />E dentro de mim tudo é possível e mágico e belo, ainda que seja <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">difícil</span>...<br />E <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">quando</span> eu to no auge dos pensamentos mais gloriosos dos finais mais <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">românticos</span> e sublimes e incrivelmente felizes... Eu R A C I O N A L I Z O tudo, só vejo chão duro, fatos e pedras.<br />E passado esse turbilhão de pensamentos e emoções, eu gozo o prazer de estar vivo e ser real.<br />Meu telefone toca. É uma amiga. Vamos tomar uma <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">cervejinha</span>...<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Cellis</span></strong><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-4968490977188977099?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-80863030620223437712010-01-22T06:17:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:34:43.882-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DoYJL_CMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/quWkrwILJ_Q/s1600-h/azeitona_~antolive.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449611050598992066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DoYJL_CMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/quWkrwILJ_Q/s320/azeitona_~antolive.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">O que for leve<br />Que se releve<br />Que se leve<br />O peso que tem de levar<br />Leve o peso<br />Que tem de buscar...<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-8086303062022343771?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-8485326972191483392010-01-22T06:13:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:36:02.634-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DosrWNVbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uVUt04bTvy8/s1600-h/956854.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449611403366061490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DosrWNVbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uVUt04bTvy8/s320/956854.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu e eu...<br />Eu e minha tarde<br />Eu e minha mesa<br />Minha xícara<br />Meu chá<br />Os meus <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">eus</span><br />Juntos a cantarolar<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cellis</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-848532697219148339?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-56784864085046310452010-01-16T14:35:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:37:52.501-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DpF-hitBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/upNM7G1U0II/s1600-h/MCS1023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449611838010602514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DpF-hitBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/upNM7G1U0II/s320/MCS1023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu odeio acima e a respeito de tudo<br />Essa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">saudadezinha</span> vazia<br />Esse meu coração apertado<br />Eu odeio...<br /><br />Eu odeio a minha alegria tosca<br />Ao sinal de qualquer carinho<br />Eu odeio esperar<br />E ter esperança.<br /><br />Odeio que não tenha fim<br />Odeio o coração acelerado<br />E sobre tudo essa falta sem sentido<br /><br />Odeio o meu perdão<br />E qualquer <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lembrança</span><br />que transborde meu coração de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">afeto</span><br /><br />Odeio meu contentamento de miséria<br />E de gostar do pouco<br />Ao invés do todo...<br /><br />Odeio muito meu sorriso satisfeito<br />Por um gesto <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">minúsculo</span> e simples<br />Odeio a ausência<br />e odeio gostar da presença<br /><br />Odeio minha culpa<br />minha cisma<br />Odeio o que você me causa<br />Odeio esse amor!<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-5678486408504631045?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-72512678074613022662010-01-02T13:36:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:49:40.261-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dr5Wv-_MI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BQepz2kyR9s/s1600-h/x18519218.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449614919710211266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dr5Wv-_MI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BQepz2kyR9s/s320/x18519218.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dp98_w8PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8Yg5UvrMlnc/s1600-h/x18519218.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Nada em volta de nada<br />nada por cima de nada<br />segundos<br />minutos<br />horas a nada.<br />Pensamento em nada<br />Sentimento em nada<br />Esperando mais nada<br /><br />Nada.<br />Nada...<br /><br />Implorando para acontecer!<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-7251267807461302266?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-15040386446610457012009-12-14T14:26:00.001-08:002010-03-17T07:45:25.494-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DqwzWqIrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ltGzLwZXRa8/s1600-h/u11319003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449613673258164914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DqwzWqIrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ltGzLwZXRa8/s320/u11319003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DqXdDJikI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PiOJwIwAoE0/s1600-h/u11319003.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Sabe... ela tem dó! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Porque?<br />-Por que fica o dia todo<br />nadando no mesmo lugar...<br />Pequeno...<br />-Ah! Ele pensa que é peixe de pouca água!<br />-É!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-1504038644661045701?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-49666561056535034642009-11-22T10:48:00.000-08:002010-03-09T06:36:03.501-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Você é a pontinha da certeza<br />Que eu não tenho<br />O pouquinho do amor<br />Que eu não sinto<br />O <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tantinho</span> da companhia<br />Que eu não sei ter<br />Então não sei...<br />Não sei nada<br />Só sei desse aperto no peito<br />Quando sinto um pouquinho<br />Da sua falta.<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-4966656105653503464?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-12576202882346731712009-11-05T07:08:00.000-08:002010-03-17T07:58:33.414-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dt6_-wFEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hDXxVHzb0oY/s1600-h/kby05023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449617146981127234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dt6_-wFEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hDXxVHzb0oY/s320/kby05023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu sou <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">platéia</span> do meu filme<br />Sem cenas<br />Pacato brando e puro<br />De milhões de mundos<br />De cores inquietantes<br />Que guardo pra mim<br />E me perco...<br />Eu sou <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">platéia</span> do meu filme<br />Sem cenas<br />Borboletas num <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">áquario</span><br />Sol amarelo<br />Coração partido<br />Sonhos...<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cellis</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-1257620288234673171?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-47363085059745346942009-10-21T11:01:00.000-07:002010-03-17T07:53:40.434-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dsz9ZgE0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/NnMunQ9AfJk/s1600-h/1647611.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449615926517306178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dsz9ZgE0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/NnMunQ9AfJk/s320/1647611.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Quando se dá liberdade<br />Se <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">obtêm</span> verdade<br />(É uma bela troca)<br />Ainda que doa.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cellis</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-4736308505974534694?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-42593217540175040692009-10-12T15:52:00.000-07:002010-03-18T07:25:02.034-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6I3n2a_fMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AN3JN1eWa8w/s1600-h/cão.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449979656834874562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6I3n2a_fMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AN3JN1eWa8w/s320/c%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">CONSCIENTE<br />RAZOAVELMENTE<br />MODERNAMENTE<br /><em>AMOR</em><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">INDISCUTIVELMENTE</span><br />CONTENTE<br />SORRIDENTE<br /><em>DOR</em><br />INEGAVELMENTE<br />PARALELAMENTE<br />FELIZMENTE<br /><em>HORROR</em><br />APARENTEMENTE<br />SENSATAMENTE<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">CALCULADAMENTE</span><br /><em>FLOR</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>Amanda cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-4259321754017504069?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-24382776199412598812009-10-12T15:27:00.000-07:002010-03-17T08:10:05.016-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DwpFdfL2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/yjrLwZxNivo/s1600-h/roc0025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620137749458786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DwpFdfL2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/yjrLwZxNivo/s320/roc0025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Meu amor por você me olha.<br />Meu olhar devora<br />De tanto perceber que eu amo<br />A ideia que eu faço de você<br /><br />Minha imaginação me olha.<br />Meu olhar transborda<br />De tolice de recriar você<br /><br />Minha vaidade me olha<br />Meu olhar se apavora<br />De desentender<br />Porque não consigo deixar você.<br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">("O teu amor é uma mentira que a minha vaidade quer")</span><br /><br />Amanda Cellis</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-2438277619941259881?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-45620653124265317732009-10-12T14:59:00.000-07:002010-03-17T08:00:50.451-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DuZ_mpSiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NnD3rgZDXwg/s1600-h/bxp34926.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449617679455963682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DuZ_mpSiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NnD3rgZDXwg/s320/bxp34926.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sim ela era uma boa garota. Tinha um sorriso largo e olhar inocente. Se escondia por entre livros e discos, e era um <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">incrível</span> jeito de ser feliz.<br />Dulce queria mudar o mundo, ela acreditava com <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">veemência</span> que conseguiria. Isso trazia mais magia, mais <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">delírio</span>, mais sonhos, mais fé e muita vida pra sua vida...<br />Dulce se <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sobressaia</span> diante das outras pessoas, era inteligente, e tinha um senso de justiça incomum. Tinha opinião sobre tudo e gostava de ficar sozinha.<br />Via o mundo como se estivesse em órbita, aconselhava á todos sobre tudo. Ela era leve, justa e doce. Tinha brilho de vida saltando os olhos. Tinha palavras de vida <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">transbordando</span> a boca.<br />Era uma boa menina!...<br />Chega um dia em que se tem que pular no mundo ou ele mesmo suga você, e as vezes a realidade do mundo é amarga.<br />Foi-se a leveza, perde-se a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">inocência</span>. As pessoas não tem mais o mesmo encanto. Dulce passou a desconfiar de tudo. Nunca mais amou. Sente um medo com preguiça e tem uma preguiça que é puro medo. Sente que não sabe nada completamente, só sabe um pouco de tudo e saber um pouco de tudo é o mesmo que não saber nada de nada...<br />Nada mais é nítido, nada mais é leve, nem espontâneo, nem cor, é tudo de plástico misturado a sonhos e quase sem lucidez...<br />E se ela gritar?<br />Sua cabeça fervilha de <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ideias</span> incrivelmente maciças por dentro, mas com a sensação de inviabilidade por fora...<br />Se alguém parar e olhar... Dulce é uma bela garota!<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cellis</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-4562065312426531773?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-74033198395313644642009-09-23T09:08:00.000-07:002010-03-17T08:02:22.723-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Du5HLusFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qUvqcBwLLEs/s1600-h/MAEF01505.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449618214066499666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Du5HLusFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qUvqcBwLLEs/s320/MAEF01505.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Quer saber a verdade?!<br />Esse mundo me deixa doida<br />E o mundo fica doido comigo<br />Eu morro de preguiça do mundo<br />E ele despeja preguiça em mim pela manhã<br />E as vezes até a tarde<br />Ele despeja como se eu fosse<br />seu depósito de lixo<br /><br />Ah o mundo me endoida<br />O mundo me arrasa<br />Ele brinca comigo<br />Ele quer que eu aceite<br />E eu não quero aceitar<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Êêê</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mundim</span>...<br />Ele não me deixa sair<br /><br />Hei, mundo!!<br />Eu te deixo louco?!<br />Te deixo louco?<br />Te deixo louco?<br />Eu espero que sim.<br /><br />O mundo é doido<br />E eu sou doida<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Devíamos</span> ser felizes assim<br />Você me enlouquece<br />Me irrita<br />Suga minha energia<br />Meus ideais e o meu amor...<br /><br />Hei, mundo!!<br />Eu te deixo louco?!<br />Te deixo louco?!<br />Enquanto você<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">simplesmente</span> gira<br />Eu sinceramente<br />Espero que SIM!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ahoor</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mundim</span>... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rs</span>)</span><br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Cellis</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-7403319839531364464?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-59245698657378863072009-09-23T08:52:00.000-07:002010-03-18T07:31:53.523-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Ah, eu fico assim<br />Tecendo o sonho de cada<br />segundo<br />Enquanto os segundos<br />escapam de mim<br />Em roda da flor<br />que cheira a enxofre<br />Distante do podre<br />que fede jasmim<br />Ah, eu fico!<br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#999999;">(Olfato sabe se virar...)</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Amanda Cellis</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-5924569865737886307?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-13889956421760095312009-08-24T12:28:00.000-07:002010-03-17T08:07:41.574-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DwB_n8taI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m_8kQN1TfOw/s1600-h/u12645171.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449619466167825826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DwB_n8taI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m_8kQN1TfOw/s320/u12645171.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6Dvrjc-sII/AAAAAAAAAKc/w0vVTLogEno/s1600-h/u12645171.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">As palavras saltitantes<br />e <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">serelepes </span>...<br />Dançam na minha cabeça<br />Me tiram o sono<br />Me enlouquece<br />Me alivia a dor<br /><br />Versos valsam<br />em pedaços de papel<br />Se misturam<br />Se chocam, transcendem<br />Oscilam.<br />Confusos, intermináveis<br />Inquietos<br /><br />Depois palavras se organizam<br />Formando versos mesquinhos<br />Versos concisos<br />Versos leves<br />As vezes cómicos<br />Outras sombrio...<br /><br />As palavras saltitantes<br />e serelepes<br />Dançam na minha cabeça<br />De forma que me enobrece<br />Me esquece<br />Me refaz...<br /><br />Mas de tempos em tempos<br />As palavras me deixam em paz.<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-1388995642176009531?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-25542531573238016422009-08-24T12:25:00.000-07:002010-03-09T06:43:34.129-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Quando a noite vem<br />Tudo que não veio<br />Vem!<br /><br />Quando a noite vem<br />Tudo que eu temo<br />Me convém!<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-2554253157323801642?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-24642538184265622292009-07-23T15:24:00.000-07:002010-03-17T07:56:08.123-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DtXuBWLHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3XLHsdLjdzo/s1600-h/ruggia0574c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449616540864752754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6DtXuBWLHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3XLHsdLjdzo/s320/ruggia0574c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Amor se ama<br />Para se trazer<br />sentido a vida<br /><br />Assim como<br /><br />Espirro se espirra<br />Para se pedir<br />Saúde a Deus<br /><br />Eu te amo<br />Eu também!<br /><br />Saúde!<br />Amém...<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-2464253818426562229?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-5489570583956217012009-06-29T10:21:00.001-07:002010-03-30T10:56:15.078-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S7I7HgsVNzI/AAAAAAAAALk/Gqlne64-cyk/s1600/pz01p001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454487098920089394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S7I7HgsVNzI/AAAAAAAAALk/Gqlne64-cyk/s320/pz01p001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S7I44hwT1jI/AAAAAAAAALU/thqEcyF-rcA/s1600/pz01p001.jpg"></a><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Fui comer uma pizza<br />Pela beirada<br />Ela fugiu<br />Porque queria ser devorada<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#999999;">(...) E é da mordida que não dei<br />que sinto saudades!<br /><br /></span><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-548957058395621701?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-30136890942387422642009-06-29T10:09:00.000-07:002010-03-09T06:47:45.764-08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">O traço preciso</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">'Pro' sentimento mal visto</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">O passo oscilante </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">'Pro' sentimento maciço</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">A busca <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">insana</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">'Pro' sentimento que ama</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">O sonho perdido</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">'Pro' sentimento que é drama</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error"></span></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Amanda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cellis</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-3013689094238742264?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-88226398603248161272009-06-22T12:39:00.000-07:002010-03-09T06:48:15.054-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Sabe... eu penso em várias coisas<br />Eu sei que existem vários jeitos<br />Várias formas...<br />Eu sei que existem<br />Mil coisas pra se fazer parte<br />Mais há outras mil coisas<br />Que não fazem parte de mim<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-8822639860324816127?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-65450475612416518012009-06-01T10:10:00.000-07:002010-03-09T06:51:08.194-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Eu tenho um sonho<br />Tenho também chá com <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bolachinhas</span><br />Eu tenho um bom livro<br />Posso fazer um bom desenho<br />Um bom rabisco<br />Tenho piadas boas também!<br />Eu tenho grandes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ideias</span><br />para comemorar grandes datas<br />Eu tenho o sol de um dia frio<br />E a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">garoa</span> doce de um dia quente<br />Posso fazer brigadeiro<br />Um bolo...<br />Eu tenho <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jujubas</span> aqui<br />Chocolates também<br />Tenho o que quiser<br />o que precisar<br />Posso dar um bom sorriso<br />Uma boa gargalhada<br />Eu tenho magia<br />Tenho cola, brilho, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">glitter</span><br />Posso fazer uma poesia<br />Posso ser compreensiva,<br />brava, sagaz, doce...<br />Eu tenho silêncio, ombro pra chorar,<br />tenho bons ouvidos<br />Boas palavras também<br />Tenho música<br />Posso fazer um café<br />Tenho tudo pra você querer ficar!!<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-6545047561241651801?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-39946743352720753632009-06-01T10:05:00.000-07:002010-03-18T07:06:18.763-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Eu me perdi<br />quando me achei<br />Quando nada<br />virou tudo<br />Quando acontecimentos<br />Viraram só lembranças<br />Me perdi quando me enchi<br />de esperança<br />E errei os passos<br />Da minha própria dança!<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-3994674335272075363?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-57426469599716179362009-05-27T13:18:00.000-07:002010-03-18T07:30:49.395-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6I4_1t666I/AAAAAAAAALE/TsvrmAlU2ME/s1600-h/pe0057927.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449981168474319778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQQImcwrW1w/S6I4_1t666I/AAAAAAAAALE/TsvrmAlU2ME/s320/pe0057927.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Me trouxe um sorriso<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Levou o sorriso depois...<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Me traz outro amanhã<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">E verá que eu ainda caio nessa!!</span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Amanda Cellis</span></strong></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-5742646959971617936?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-45313274292668366012009-05-27T12:32:00.000-07:002010-03-09T06:53:58.119-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Tive medo do escuro...<br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Quis que o escuro<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Tivesse medo de mim.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Porque não fiz boa cara.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Penso em outra coisa<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">e volto a dormir...<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Tive medo de um sonho.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Acordei de pressa no escuro.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Temo que o medo<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Não desgrude de mim...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-4531327429266836601?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-50624212537801625862009-05-26T18:41:00.000-07:002010-03-18T07:07:24.883-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000000;">Um azar na vida é ruim<br />Dois do mesmo é intolerável<br />Três, é sina<br />Pobre, pobre menina...<br /><br />Um dia de solidão é luz<br />Dois, é luminescência<br />Três, é um clarão<br />E tudo já se enche de escuridão<br /><br />Um namorado, é bom<br />Dois, é complicação<br />Três, é um 'harem'<br />E é o mesmo que ter ninguém...<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-5062421253780162586?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7434298498212010700.post-311055159866876322009-05-26T12:55:00.000-07:002010-03-18T07:12:00.162-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Me desfaço<br />Faço.<br />Desmorono e passo<br />Me refaço<br />Me complico<br />Desembaraço<br />Misturo e passo<br />Me edifico, fico<br />Fico...<br />Com nervos de aço.<br /><br /><strong>Amanda Cellis</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7434298498212010700-31105515986687632?l=amandacellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amanda Cellishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793428395102962451noreply@blogger.com1