tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67651672387605516582011-10-15T15:22:34.294-07:00Salvador-BA & Denton-TXana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-55351274580765960552009-11-07T18:31:00.000-08:002009-11-07T18:35:05.970-08:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:black;">De todas as moradias da Tentação<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:black;">O Coração é a mais antiga<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:black;">E é uma morada tão velha e familiar<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:black;">Que a Coragem, quando criada<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:black;">Nasce de nós como uma destruidora<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:black;">E encontra o Amor em casa<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:black;">&<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">And why?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">That I believed<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">So many times<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">In the world <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">Beautiful woman<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">Was the most<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">He said I<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">He said I<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">Was the most<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">Beautiful woman<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">In the world<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">So many times<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">That I believed<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="Georgia","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";color:black;">And why?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-5535127458076596055?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-76917938501425691402009-09-07T20:40:00.000-07:002009-09-07T20:43:51.680-07:00Na longa tarde<br />Uma coisa<br />Me invade<br /><br />&<br /><br /><br />There are no killing<br />Moments of willing<br />Tormenting<br />Surrounding<br />Memories that around<br />The sound of miraculous<br />Are like flying butterflies<br />When you come back<br />When you are satisfied<br />Look in my eyes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-7691793850142569140?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-51714402284363105222009-08-26T16:51:00.000-07:002009-08-26T16:53:05.223-07:00Épico<br /><br />Que fazer com as flores do meu lirismo<br />Descabido<br />Dos alardes de minhas cores encoleiradas<br />Por tantas palavras<br /><br />Quando, com um olhar<br />Ele me silencia<br />Dos pés ao pescoço?<br /><br />Arranco as flores<br />Talos verdes destacam<br />Abrindo espaço entre pele molhada<br />Não sabia que meu corpo era um jardim<br />Lírios (vêm nascer em mim!)<br /><br />&<br /><br />If I could ever say<br />It would be gone<br />And if is just to play<br />Right on! ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-5171440228436310522?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-68261733367139422412009-06-12T08:52:00.000-07:002009-06-12T08:59:50.454-07:00Colorindo<br />Perdi as telas<br />Caindo nelas<br /><br />&<br /><br />How are things<br />That we discover<br />After all. The<br />Mediated thongues<br />Can’t say of<br />Those. Over<br />The board, standing<br />Closer.<br />All what we think<br />We know. Exposure<br />Don’t represent<br />A thing<br />If you know<br />What I mean.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-6826173336713942241?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-72459327214156443152009-06-06T09:25:00.002-07:002009-06-06T09:29:10.862-07:00Procura-se<br />Palavras<br />Que nunca mais<br /><br />Serão cortadas<br /><br />Cara de doido<br />Olho qual dente<br />Se escorregar<br />É gente<br /><br />&<br /><br /><br />Favorite Writer<br /><br />I could cut my fingers<br />Slice<br />If whatever he has<br />Was mine<br /><br />If this bloody dream<br />Was true<br />My cuts of reason<br />Lust<br /><br />Writing streams<br />He feeds<br />Ignored cravings<br />Strip<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-7245932721415644315?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-57219847581857951742009-05-15T08:08:00.001-07:002009-05-15T08:08:50.404-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlRAJ9y3Y_k/Sg2Fe48HVhI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bj4LBiI_YF0/s1600-h/convite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336067899231000082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlRAJ9y3Y_k/Sg2Fe48HVhI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bj4LBiI_YF0/s400/convite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-5721984758185795174?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-89667296257778789342009-05-05T13:19:00.000-07:002009-05-05T13:21:41.921-07:00O costume e reza diaria<br />Disse o velho sabio barbudo<br />Nao ha certeza que o valha<br />Fala a mulher do mudo<br />Apronta quente fornalha<br />Grita o ladrao carrancudo<br />Lamina de navalha<br />Susurra a mentira que iludo<br />Se fosse fogo de palha<br />Nao arrastava tudo<br /><br />&<br /><br /><br /><strong>Empty of direction</strong><br /><br />Felling confortable<br />Nothing in the way<br />Here enjoying<br />Timing just to play<br />Mildly deprived<br />All the world to see<br />Lyric melting letters<br />Around you and the sea<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-8966729625777878934?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-73968728334509832622009-04-30T15:35:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:41:48.959-07:00Até sempre.<br /><br />Hoje dormi demais e acordei bem tarde<br />Passei o dia em casa. Extensa demora<br />Energia acumulada. Meu corpo arde<br />Tédio. Não sei mais o que fazer com a hora<br /> <br />Tempo de sobra. Sobra de tempo. Alarde!<br />A porta de uma noite insone devora<br /> <br />Mastiga minutos, o silêncio desdobra<br />As possibilidades estão infinitas<br /><br /><br />Escrevo, escrevo a palavra da sobra<br />Transformando meus restos em coisas bonitas<br />Escrevo atrasando o tempo que cobra<br />E transforma as horas em longas e aflitas<br /><br />Até quando? Pergunto à hora nervosa<br />Até sempre. Responde-me, eterno presente<br />Até breve! O tempo que dura uma rosa<br />Até sempre. Até sempre. Até sempre. Até sempre.<br /><br />&<br /><br /><br />Nightmare<br /><br />Today is hard to sleep<br />And I can't say why<br />A secret, I don tell. I keep<br />Memories... I am shy<br />Tonight I laugh and seep<br />Pretending comply<br />Bites of words scratching deep<br />A gory lullaby<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-7396872833450983262?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-44890672148702757182009-04-17T13:03:00.000-07:002009-04-17T13:06:57.536-07:00Desejos<br />Sao o assunto<br />De quem chama<br />Queima<br /> O vento<br />Quando filhos<br />Dos meus<br />Nervos<br />Vão por inteiro<br />Eu bebo<br /> O tempo<br /><br />&<br /><br /><br />When I have something hard<br />I put things in perspective<br />To make me laught<br />Just put things in perspective<br />When I feel really bad<br />Just throw things in perspective<br />It can always be worst<br />So put things in perspective<br />You lost something you want<br />Just think of it in perspective<br />Or a reason to pray<br />Put your things in perspective<br />Cure a boring day<br />Putting things in perspective<br />Would be a video game<br />If<br />Life was in perspective<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-4489067214870275718?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-54570516368554384742009-04-08T10:59:00.000-07:002009-04-08T11:04:12.893-07:00<div align="center">Sempre que o<br />...Velho Tedio...<br />Embala maquinas de sabedoria<br />Nina o sono das horas abertas<br />Boca insaciável do tempo sem direção<br />...Velho tédio...<br />Eu conto andorinhas<br />E canto ao vento</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">&</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Flipping</div><div align="center"><br />The exact rime<br />When the face<br />Surprises </div><div align="center">The dime</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-5457051636855438474?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-27709543304625046452009-04-02T04:07:00.000-07:002009-04-02T04:09:13.026-07:00Prosinha com Descartes<br /><br />Se duvido, penso e assim existo<br />Disse o jovem, notável rapaz<br />Se duvido arrisco e não assisto<br />O verme do tédio comer minha paz<br />Detesto a paz do que já foi visto<br />Descarto a voz que se satisfaz<br />Descubro e mesmo nisso há risco<br />O tempo que passa não se refaz<br />Duvido e penso e assim insisto<br />Em não manter o que sempre se faz<br />Qual Adão inquieto e arisco<br />Quero tocar no que vive atrás<br />Do que sempre se faz, então resisto<br />Busco não só o que me traz<br />O costume, tradição. Sempre fiz isto!<br />Comida congelada há anos mas<br />Não sou feliz se não arrisco<br />Como sempre com quero mais...<br /><br />&<br /><br /><br />My father says<br />That human beings<br />Are self referenced<br />Why bother having kids<br />If life is just suffering<br />Inside me?<br />I don’t want just self<br />With no reason<br />To proceed<br />If is just me<br />And the darkness around<br />I choose to tacting<br />Walk in the dark<br />Feeling others shoes<br />Not pretending<br />Almost living<br />Imagining, dreaming<br />Looking to the sky<br />And loving<br />Even<br />When I don’t<br />Know<br />Why<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-2770954330462504645?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765167238760551658.post-25544166687756599572009-03-25T02:15:00.000-07:002010-05-13T14:15:23.280-07:00O tempo tem duas caras<br />Uma que leva, uma que traz<br />Eternamente instante<br />Sempre fugaz<br /><br />O tempo a cada momento<br />Engana quem lhe quer mais<br />Controle desesperado<br />Arremedo de paz<br /><br />O tempo, homem faceiro<br />Promete o que lhe compraz<br />Vicia quando alegria<br />E em tédio de desfaz<br /><br />O tempo anda, passando<br />Encontra, desencontrando<br />Medida da morte<br />A vida<br />Cumprida agonizando<br /><br /><br />&<br /><br /><br />Spring Dream<br /><br />I thought of<br />Writing about<br />The empty white<br />Winter<br />Of those<br />Blank<br />Pages<br />On my door<br />But flowers<br />Escaped<br />They are all over<br />The grass<br />Everywhere<br />The flowers<br />Crossing my head<br />And with<br />Words like<br />Notes<br />I let it<br />Go<br />Of my<br />Whole. Parts<br />Of me<br />Everywhere<br />The flowers<br />All over my bed<br />Weaking me up<br />All over the floor<br />More?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765167238760551658-2554416668775659957?l=salvadordenton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ana.babi.neves@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200792530693530254noreply@blogger.com0