tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83455079985031221642024-03-13T03:53:12.184-07:00Sala RedondaJosé Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-46270688412161870402022-02-14T05:01:00.004-08:002022-02-14T05:01:26.161-08:00Se a felicidade tem um nome<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/05/30/11/17/heart-2356621_960_720.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="207" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/05/30/11/17/heart-2356621_960_720.png" width="207" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Se
a felicidade tem um nome<br />Então
seria o teu…<br />És
a mulher com M enorme<br />À
qual quero dar o céu.<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>Mas
o céu seria pouco<br />Para
tão doce donzela<br />Pois
meu coração está rouco<br />De
tanto dizer o quanto és bela.<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>És
flor que perfuma minha vida,<br />És
luz que ilumina minha escuridão,<br />És
bússola da minha mente perdida<br />E
és quem tem a chave do meu coração.<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>Nos
teus braços encontro calor<br />Para
enfrentar os dias frios de tempestade.<br />Por
isso escrevi este poema só para ti, meu amor<br />Pois
te amo muito de verdade…<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p><o:p> <br /></o:p><o:p> <br /></o:p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">José
Coimbra</b></span></div>
José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-40160846813937391002022-02-01T13:16:00.005-08:002022-02-01T13:16:42.454-08:00Assim caminhei<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2015/09/03/17/50/cobweb-921039_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="204" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2015/09/03/17/50/cobweb-921039_960_720.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Cansado me recolhi<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">No duro ninho de águia<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">E ai, eu então vi<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">A antiga luz sábia.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Que iluminava o caminho<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Das entranhas do coração<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Onde o quebrado sino<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Anunciava a chegada do tufão.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Pelo vento fui levado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">À procura de um sentido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Mas o céu carregado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Deixou-me mais perdido.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Encontrei-me preso<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Numa teia de aranha<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sem esperar sair ileso<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Nas linhas deste poema.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">E assim caminhei<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sem sair do lugar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Onde nunca fui rei<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Por tanto a amar…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">José Coimbra<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-64902789898692262632022-01-17T14:19:00.001-08:002022-01-17T14:19:09.175-08:00Canta e dança<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/04/24/11/40/girl-1349272_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="800" height="166" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/04/24/11/40/girl-1349272_960_720.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <br /> <br />No
céu, o caminho de prata,<br />Através
dos sonhos, nos conduz<br />Na
noite fria e gaiata<br />Que
com sua beleza, nos seduz.<br /> <br />Descalços
sobre o penedo liso,<br />Pelo
tempo desgastado,<br />Pego
tuas mãos com um sorriso<br />Com
meu jeito desastrado…<br /> <br />À
nossa volta, não há plateia<br />Então
salta, canta e dança<br />Sob
o olhar da lua cheia<br />E
o seu brilho de esperança.<br /> <br />Como
uma celebração pagã<br />Dançamos
de mãos dadas<br />Como
não houvesse amanhã<br />Neste
nosso conto de fadas.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><b>José
Coimbra</b></span></div><p>
</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p></p>José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-28448836353786554812021-12-27T13:50:00.004-08:002021-12-27T13:50:56.560-08:00Sorri e caminha<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/11/21/13/17/couple-1845334_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="176" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/11/21/13/17/couple-1845334_960_720.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p><br /></o:p><o:p> <br /></o:p>Não
preciso de uma razão<br />Para
agarrar a tua mão,<br />E
sem nada falar<br /> Do
chão te levantar.<br />Destruirei
teus receios<br />E
juntos sem rodeios<br />Enfrentaremos
o destino<br />Para
seguir nosso caminho.<br />E
se não há nenhum<br />Então
criaremos um…<br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <br /></span>“-Se?”-
Chega de sês<br />Será
que não vês<br />Que
não estás sozinha?<br />Sorri
e caminha<br />Que
eu te segurarei<br />E
te seguirei,<br />Como
sempre fiz<br />Para
te ver feliz…<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p><o:p> <br /></o:p><o:p> <br /></o:p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">José
Coimbra</b></span></div><p></p>
José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-70730940794154085882021-12-06T05:25:00.003-08:002021-12-06T05:26:22.398-08:00Não sou...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/04/29/11/36/girl-2270557_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="800" height="189" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/04/29/11/36/girl-2270557_960_720.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> <span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Não sou cantador<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Para cantar o amor<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Numa serenata<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Sob a lua de prata.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Não sou poeta<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Para que a caneta<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Escreva no papel<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Um poema incrível.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Não sou pintor<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Para dar cor,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">À bela donzela,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Na branca tela.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Não sou romântico<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Nem carismático<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Mas uma rosa na mão<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Irá alegrar seu coração…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"> <br /></span><b><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">José
Coimbra</span></b></span></div>
<p></p>José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-90356460816798160792021-11-28T13:53:00.006-08:002021-11-28T13:53:49.306-08:00Jardim do nosso coração<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2018/01/05/22/48/couple-3064048_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="388" data-original-width="800" height="165" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2018/01/05/22/48/couple-3064048_960_720.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Ela
disse que sim<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Então,
porque não?<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Ficarmos
assim<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Agarrados
pela mão.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E
andarmos pelo jardim<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Do
nosso coração<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Num
sonho sem fim<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">De
loucura e paixão.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Um
beijo roubado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Corada
a deixou<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">É
o destino anunciado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Que
em nós ficou…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Não
temos passado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Mas
sei para onde vou<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Pois
ao seu lado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Seu
namorado, eu sou…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Como
não amar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Essa
flor tão bela?<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Como
não desejar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Essa
bonita donzela?<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Seu
sorriso de encantar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">É
duma grande estrela<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Mas
antes de ela falar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Agarro-me
a ela…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Num
carinhoso movimento<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Acaricio
seus caracóis<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E
neste momento<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Só
estamos os dois…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E
tenho um pressentimento<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Do
que virá depois<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">De
levarmos este sentimento<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Para
debaixo dos lençóis…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">José
Coimbra<br /></span></b></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><p></p>
José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-46941296766669721182021-11-05T02:25:00.005-07:002021-11-05T02:56:48.294-07:00Só mais um dia<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/08/06/23/22/people-2597454_960_720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="197" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/08/06/23/22/people-2597454_960_720.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Um
grau é a temperatura<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Que
faz lá fora,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">O
frio parece uma tortura<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E
já está quase na hora.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Seu
sorriso de bom dia<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Aquece-me
a alma<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Dando
ao corpo energia<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E
a desejada calma.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Quando
caio lentamente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Nos
braços dela,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Lembro-me,
instintivamente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Que
a vida é bela.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Nos
seus cabelos compridos,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">O
perfume do champô “Fructis”<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E
no abraço ainda unidos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Sei
que sou feliz.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Já
estamos atrasados<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Temos
que ir trabalhar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Mas,
meus braços paralisados<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Não a querem largar.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Um
beijo de despedida<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E
uma palavra de carinho,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Com
um, “até já, querida”<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Sigo
o meu caminho…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">José
Coimbra</span></b></span></div>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-13526849484055675522021-10-12T11:04:00.004-07:002021-10-12T11:04:31.706-07:00Tu, só tu<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/01/27/15/35/heart-1164739_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="800" height="197" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/01/27/15/35/heart-1164739_960_720.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p> <br /></o:p><o:p> <br /></o:p>É
o sangue das minhas veias<br />Cheias
de feridas mal curadas.<br />É
quem faz correr as correias<br />Das
minhas polias enferrujadas.<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>Ser
de luz que me faz<br /> Construir
e destruir.<br />Ser
de luz que é capaz<br />De
dar-me vida e iludir.<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>É
o brilho do meu sorriso<br />Que
ao meu mundo dá alegria.<br />É
o chão sólido que piso<br />E
me sustem na noite fria.<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>Ser
de luz que está<br />Sempre
prestativo.<br />Ser
de luz que me dá<br />Uma
razão para estar vivo.<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>É
a sombra que me acompanha<br />E
segura firme minha mão.<br />É
a mulher que minha alma ama<br />E
faz bater o meu coração…<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>“Ser
de luz<br />Que
és tu, só tu…”<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p><o:p> <br /></o:p><o:p> <br /></o:p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">José
Coimbra</b></span></div><p></p>
José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-21932182767471304172021-09-27T13:24:00.008-07:002021-09-27T13:25:57.559-07:00Desarmado<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2020/01/21/13/23/freedom-4782870_960_720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="195" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2020/01/21/13/23/freedom-4782870_960_720.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Dilema<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Sobre o tema<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Deste poema<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Que escrevo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Para ela…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">A pouco me atrevo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Pois ela é bela<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E nem sei se devo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Descrever o sorriso dela,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Tão quente,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Tão elegante,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E tão brilhante.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Por ele fico desarmado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E fico calado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Por estar tão apaixonado…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">José
Coimbra</span></b></span></div>
<br /><p></p>José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-51575224415731424302021-09-21T09:17:00.000-07:002021-09-21T09:17:00.150-07:00Deixa a tristeza para depois<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2020/04/06/12/28/daisy-5009524_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="622" height="181" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2020/04/06/12/28/daisy-5009524_960_720.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Deixa
a tristeza para depois,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Se
tiveres medo, agarra-te a mim<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Que
assim cairemos os dois<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nesse
poço de dor sem fim.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Se
o caminho não tiver saída<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Eu
te acompanharei nesses teus passos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Pois
não há nada pior na vida<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Do
que ter a alma em mil pedaços.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
cada lágrima que deixares cair<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Eu
a limparei sem nada perguntar,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Porque
não vale a pena insistir<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Naquilo
que não se quer lembrar…<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <br /></span><b><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">José
Coimbra</span></b> </div><p></p>José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-56905332030411561322021-09-17T16:05:00.007-07:002021-09-17T16:12:12.824-07:00Para uma amiga...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2018/02/13/23/41/nature-3151869_960_720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="230" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2018/02/13/23/41/nature-3151869_960_720.jpg" width="345" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">As dificuldades são o ponto de partida<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Para destruir a tristeza e a má sorte<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E verás que a chama da vida<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Brilhará ainda mais forte.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">O medo é uma defesa natural<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Para o enfrentar é preciso coragem<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Para criar os alicerces de pedra e cal<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">E assim, prosseguir a tua longa viagem.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Mas com palavras não podes combater<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Elas não te colocaram fora de perigo,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Mas uma coisa tens que entender<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">Que podes contar com este teu amigo…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">José
Coimbra</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">P.s.: Estás a passar por um momento muito </span><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua, serif;">difícil, tu irás ultrapassar tudo isso, pois és uma mulher forte...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua, serif;">O meu precioso caderno não será lido nos próximos tempos, sei que gostas de ler todos os meus poemas, mas irá ser impossível, irei tentar escrever poemas mais leves de esperança e de amor (sei que os gostas de ler) para que os possas ler...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua, serif;">Amiga, mesmo com tudo que estás a passar, mostraste preocupação comigo, mas já te disse que não sou fraco...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua, serif;">Não sei se irás ler esta mensagem, porque tu lês os meus poemas antes de toda a gente no papel e muitos (centenas) que nunca publiquei. E, já te dei este poema, já a algum tempo.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua, serif;">Força...</span></div>
<br /><p></p>José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-75529494649582704722021-09-17T04:26:00.006-07:002021-09-17T04:27:00.267-07:00Porque sim<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2019/07/14/10/28/rose-garden-4336753_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="800" height="198" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2019/07/14/10/28/rose-garden-4336753_960_720.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><p><br /></p> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lY1l1V7_Rxk/YUR7R4QrrVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nAw_w3GwEc8y1e1bcScwmal3CFczPAkjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s403/Porque%2Bsim.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="222" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lY1l1V7_Rxk/YUR7R4QrrVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nAw_w3GwEc8y1e1bcScwmal3CFczPAkjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Porque%2Bsim.png" width="176" /></a></div><br /><p></p>José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-68140345176215658102021-09-06T13:02:00.001-07:002021-09-06T13:02:45.976-07:00Coração que chora<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/11/29/11/51/close-up-1869305_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="219" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/11/29/11/51/close-up-1869305_960_720.jpg" width="329" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: times;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">O
meu coração indeciso<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">Continua
inconformado,<br /> </span><span style="font-family: times;">Porque
pelo seu sorriso<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">Continua
apaixonado.<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">A
sua falta, ele sente<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">Porque
o amor é assim<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">Não
basta seguir em frente<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">Sem
parte de mim.<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">Nas
noites de insónia<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">Pelo
seu sorriso implora<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">E
até ao começo do dia<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">De
saudade ele chora…<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: times;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: times;"> <br /></span><b><span style="font-family: times;">José
Coimbra</span></b></span></div><p>
</p>José Coimbrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04271104511031445576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345507998503122164.post-44620785585300739792021-03-22T05:06:00.004-07:002021-03-22T05:07:28.914-07:00Com uma rosa na mão<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.freeimages.com/images/large-previews/945/rose-in-gravels-1382346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="800" height="183" src="https://images.freeimages.com/images/large-previews/945/rose-in-gravels-1382346.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: times;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: times;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: times;">Sou
apenas eu…</span><br /><span style="font-family: times;">Com
uma rosa na mão</span><br /><span style="font-family: times;">Para
a mulher que amo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times;">Não
posso dá-lhe o céu</span><br /><span style="font-family: times;">Mas
ela tem o meu coração</span><br /><span style="font-family: times;">E
este poema que declamo…</span><br /><span style="font-family: times;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: times;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: times;"> </span><br /><b><span style="font-family: times;">José
Coimbra</span></b></span><p style="text-align: left;"></p>
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