tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69212987340244477802011-11-01T20:47:19.499-02:00Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-50936099770186340522009-11-08T23:23:00.007-02:002009-11-09T21:04:57.911-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Svif5EHAB9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VYFS_ZbxJXk/s1600-h/img233.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243555735373778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Svif5EHAB9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VYFS_ZbxJXk/s320/img233.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">Minhas Crianças</span></span> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SviezXeqX0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pSr-EHGmO8Y/s1600-h/img233.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(PAI NEI)<br /></em></span>****<br />São lindos, são levados<br />Sapecas ... animados<br />Fofos e desajeitados<br />São meus meninos amados<br />*****<br />Reconheço que são meio mimados<br />Mas não tem jeito, quando aqui aninhados<br />O tempo para e só uma coisa se vê<br />Que os meninos serão eternos bebês<br />*****<br />Gabriel e Rafael, anjos rebeldes<br />Amam, gritam, beijam, choram<br />Pulam, empurram, emburram, me orgulham ...<br />Vocês dois não deixam a vida prá depois!!!<br />*****<br />Aprendo que se acredito na vida, na lida dos dias<br />O sentido não está nas coisas vazias, nas palavras perdidas<br />Entendo que o mundo tem significado<br />Quando o sentimento verdadeiro é desvelado<br />*****<br />Aprendo com vocês que o futuro é tese, é sonho<br />Percebo que o presente é o presente em cada carinha de risonho<br />Que o mundo tem tantas coisas ditas importantes<br />Mas as que importam estão aqui mesmo com vocês, instante instante<br />*****<br />Gab, com você eu sinto que vale a pena ser sensível<br />Que é importante ser diferente, sério e inteligente<br />Rafa, com você eu entendo que não dá prá passar invisível<br />Que na vida tem momentos de mostrar os dentes, ser estridente<br />Vocês ensinam um ao outro e ambos a mim, um ser meio descrente!<br />*****<br />Meu anjos, meus eternos bebês, minhas crianças<br />Ainda bem que a vida me deu presentes de esperança<br />Vocês não são ouro, nem tesouro, são como besouros<br />Fortes, voam, caem, batem, se viram de costas, não param<br />Me ensinam tanto.......<br />*****<br />No Dia das Crianças eu quero<br />Um Gabriel, para eu rimar e contar estrelas no céu<br />Um Rafael, para me ajudar a derrubar a carne do pastel<br />Um Gab, que derrube a carne do pastel também<br />Um Rafa que rime e conte estrelas do céu e vá além<br />Talvez por isso tudo , esse encontro de vidas!<br />Amo! Amo muito!!!!!!!!!!!!!! smackssssssssssssssss!!!!!<br />***<br />Nei Alberto<br />(inspirado ao ver os dois comendo pipoca, juntos, lindos!)</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-5093609977018634052?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-46985567251602916992009-11-08T23:14:00.004-02:002009-11-08T23:20:18.549-02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><em>Essa poesia foi escrita pelo Pai Nei para o filhão Rafael</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>RAFA</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafinha</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafinski</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Afa (by Gab)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Homem aranha, Batmannnn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Super homem, e como ele diz: Radicannn (radical.... :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafa é susto, energia de vida, tudo que se vê</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Carinho e gritaria, abraço e golpes mortais de karatê</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafa é fogo, é todo ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafa é criatura que não cabe em pintura</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Tem vidinha acelerada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Não para, precisa da gentarada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafa, amor surreal, fenomenal!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafael, não só caiu do céu, mas veio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Compor com Gab meu mundo inteiro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Rafinha, coisa mais fofinhaCom essa cara de sapequinha</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Depois das milhares de baguncinhas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ainda bem... meu neném!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-4698556725160291699?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-25273766944233117452009-11-08T23:05:00.005-02:002009-11-08T23:13:40.451-02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><em>Esse poeminha foi escrito pelo papai Nei, para seu filhão Gabriel!</em></span></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>GAB</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gabriel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gab</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gabi</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gabinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gabinski</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bagbael (by rafa)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Muitos nomes prá dizer mais uma vez:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Menino que caiu do céu</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Meio ao léu, sem véu</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gab é como pincel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Compõe meu painel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gabriel, filho fiel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pensamento forte e rápido de corcel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me inspira a ser humilde menestrel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Olhando ele, vejo a vida em cordel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sair por aí pendurando sentimentos no varal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sair contando do amor incondicional</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gab ... Gab ... Gabriel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Meu amor por você nem cabe no papel</span>!!!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-2527376694423311745?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-65299402769692596792009-11-08T23:03:00.000-02:002009-11-08T23:04:13.898-02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong>(Pai Nei)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Gabriel e Rafael<br />Escrevo prá vocês em cordel...<br />O Rafinha quando nasce<br />Fez bagunça de montão<br />E Gabriel quando dorme<br />Se espalha no colchão...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-6529940276969259679?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-17039822488638549212009-10-04T11:05:00.004-03:002009-10-04T11:11:28.626-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Ssis6P8MsOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pWe4AAoMFVI/s1600-h/img178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388747070860210402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Ssis6P8MsOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pWe4AAoMFVI/s320/img178.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>(Nei Alberto)</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Menina da Paz<br />Menino da Paz</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vocês sabem o que é amor???<br />Ele não é dor<br />Nem dissabor<br />Muito menos incolor</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Amor é muita cor<br />Tem sabor<br />Calor<br />Amor é animador!!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Amar é cuidar<br />É saber cuidar<br />Amar é fazer crescer, florescer<br />Amar é reconhecer o outro como SER!!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pensem nisso anjos da Paz<br />Amar muito, mal não faz<br />Pelo contrário<br />E amar, não tem horário!!!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ame as pessoas importantes da sua vida<br />Abrace, sorria, converse e respeite<br />Viva em paz !!! É assim que se faz!!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-1703982248863854921?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-6000756665281069722009-05-17T15:05:00.023-03:002009-08-15T14:39:37.235-03:00<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"><span style="color:#333399;"><em></em></span></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"><span style="color:#333399;"><em>É fácil comunicar!!!</em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>(Nei Alberto)</em></span><br /></div></span></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiGOpq9IxSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/VPUcJ3JHJCs/s1600-h/img173.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Shd6U64GsCI/AAAAAAAAATk/_ufKbEiTrS0/s1600-h/img166.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Shd6U64GsCI/AAAAAAAAATk/_ufKbEiTrS0/s1600-h/img166.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Bom dia<br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Si7_Rc1jfsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/TzjYR3fWUH8/s1600-h/img183.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490482999033538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Si7_Rc1jfsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/TzjYR3fWUH8/s320/img183.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Boa tarde<br />Boa noite<br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Shd4LgXstqI/AAAAAAAAATc/kEH5sdb9QKA/s1600-h/img165.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Com licença<br />Por favor<br />Obrigado<br /><br />Palavras simples<br />Palavras fáceis<br />Palavras amigas<br /><br />Não esqueça delas<br />Amigo Anjo da Paz!!!</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-600075666528106972?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nei Albertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956980414752381578noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-5808386123613543052009-05-10T16:36:00.007-03:002009-08-15T14:39:56.276-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiGHMlRTYAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5Ut-bvTYcNc/s1600-h/img172.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341699283270983682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiGHMlRTYAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5Ut-bvTYcNc/s320/img172.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong><em>MÃE</em></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"><em>(Nei Alberto)</em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ela é demais</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sempre sabe mais</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sempre te escuta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E sempre te dá fruta ! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mãe é de outro mundo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Te ama de jeito profundo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Te quer demais da conta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Até quando você apronta </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mãe é especial</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Quer você lindo </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sorrindo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Feliz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Alegre</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Inteligente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Boa gente ...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Puxa, mãe é muita coisa nessa vida!</strong></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-580838612361354305?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-35221162805619601052009-05-10T16:34:00.009-03:002009-08-15T14:52:56.555-03:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong><em>MÃE...MÃE</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><em>(Nei Alberto)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiF8oaRg0BI/AAAAAAAAAT0/U-4EeYDBVgQ/s1600-h/img170.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Minha mãe sempre diz:</strong></span> </span></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiGJwwsRRFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4Yqw-qV6Ees/s1600-h/img170.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341702103835427922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiGJwwsRRFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4Yqw-qV6Ees/s320/img170.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiF-YbIQrJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Ois52cG7eII/s1600-h/img170.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Faça isso, faça aquilo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Me sinto um aprendiz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E também fico traquilo </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ela sempre olhou por mim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Trocou as fraldas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Contou das fadas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Me deu banhos quentes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Escovou meus dentes </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Minha mãe me ensina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sabe o dia da vacina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Me deu muita gelatina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ela é gente fina! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Minha mãe é da hora</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mesmo trabalhando fora</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Quero dizer prá ela agora:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>MÃE, AMO VOCÊ PELA VIDA AFORA!</strong></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-3522116280561960105?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-45981194631763202842009-05-07T13:33:00.010-03:002009-08-15T14:44:35.760-03:00<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>¨</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>clique para aumentar</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Alfabeto dos valores de <span style="font-size:100%;">Nei Alberto</span></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiMkTID1aWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vbZBNh8TW7Y/s1600-h/ALFABETO+DOS+VALORES.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342153493991221602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SiMkTID1aWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vbZBNh8TW7Y/s320/ALFABETO+DOS+VALORES.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong>BOAS PALAVRAS</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"><em>(Vanessa Marques)</em></span></strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nossa escola tem crianças,<br />Muita coisa aqui se faz:<br />Lições, brincadeiras e danças </span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/ShM8JuaLWgI/AAAAAAAAATU/7x7TNKWC-UQ/s1600-h/img164.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">E poemas sobre a paz. (*)</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Nossa alegria é de verdade<br />E a amizade é pra valer,<br />Amor e paz não tem idade.<br />Isso é importante saber!</strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Vamos falar um pouquinho,<br />Das “boas palavras” que existem,<br />Como amor, respeito e carinho,<br />Que ao mal com coragem resistem.</strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ser fraterno e paciente,<br />Saber ouvir e falar coisas boas,<br />Faz bem pra alma, pra mente,<br />E "pro" coração das pessoas...</strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Descubra você também,<br />Uma palavra bonita<br />E seja um amigo do bem,<br />Usando a palavra escrita!</strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Vou silenciar um instante<br />E deixar você pensar,<br />Nessa coisa importante,<br />Que é aprender a amar!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"><em>(*) Estrofe criada coletivamente com meus alunos</em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-4598119463176320284?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-64818706138249555782009-05-04T23:09:00.008-03:002009-08-15T14:40:31.826-03:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SgcDin59HiI/AAAAAAAAASU/63rS2CikGnw/s1600-h/img160.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236177006140962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SgcDin59HiI/AAAAAAAAASU/63rS2CikGnw/s400/img160.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong>A SEMANA É BACANA</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"><em>(Nei Alberto)</em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Começa a semana.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ela é bacana,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Então, não reclama !</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Segunda-feira...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Vem a semana inteira,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Vem com vontade,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mostra sua criatividade!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Terça-feira, venha e aconteça!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Vida boa apareça!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Depende do que eu fizer,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Do que eu disser e com quem estiver.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Quarta-feira é o meio.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Meio de lá para cá,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Meio daqui para lá,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Quarta também é o que eu semeio...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Quinta-feira chega com alegria!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Outro dia especial,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Com amigos, com família,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ver como a vida é especial...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sexta-feira, semana acabando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E eu ainda semeando,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Amizade, vontade e felicidade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Para pessoas de todas as idades</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sábado! Final de semana!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Realmente a semana foi bacana</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Aprendi tanto, me desenvolvi,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Muita coisa boa eu vi e vivi!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Domingo...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dia de acordar dormindo,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dia de passar feliz sorrindo,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>A vida é bonita de verdade!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Acredite nisso com vontade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Porque amanhã começa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Outra semana bacana!!!</strong></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-6481870613824955578?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-3934282917334613802009-04-28T20:18:00.008-03:002009-08-15T14:41:41.113-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>POEMAS CURTINHOS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">(Nei Alberto e seu filhão Gabriel)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330099;">Estrelinhas Sapecas</span> </span></strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Estrelinhas sapecas do céu<br />Brincam muito muito no carrossel<br />Depois vão todas comer pastel<br />E escrever seus poeminhas no papel</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#330099;">Bichinhos de Pelúcia</span></em><br /><br />Meus bichinhos de pelúcia encantados<br />Sempre fofos, vivos e animados<br />Passam horas do dia comigo a brincar<br />E ao deitar, estão sempre a me cuidar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-393428291733461380?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-48505297856896071092009-04-28T19:35:00.005-03:002009-08-15T14:41:58.174-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfpUTlm-TvI/AAAAAAAAASE/za_TPY4O4v0/s1600-h/img158.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330665804436229874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfpUTlm-TvI/AAAAAAAAASE/za_TPY4O4v0/s320/img158.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong>LIVRO</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"><em>(Vanessa Marques e Nei Alberto)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Livro,<br />É um barco carregado de letrinhas<br />Leva a gente pra qualquer canto do mundo<br />Contando “causos”, verdades ou mentirinhas<br />Ao menino de olhar profundo.<br /><br />Livro,<br />É história contada com imaginação<br />É viver muitas vidas ao mesmo tempo<br />É ser quase uma multidão<br />Ou apenas um passatempo...<br /><br />Livro<br />É bela instrução<br />Aprendizado e crescimento<br />É pura invenção e criação<br />De pensamento e sentimento</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;">*</span></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-4850529785689607109?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-4744072856190468812009-04-26T19:02:00.013-03:002009-08-15T14:42:14.072-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfenuQ59LhI/AAAAAAAAARc/L92_43yoZPY/s1600-h/img154.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329913097270144530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 53px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfenuQ59LhI/AAAAAAAAARc/L92_43yoZPY/s320/img154.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em><strong>BORBOLETRINHAS</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>(Nei Alberto Salles Filho)</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Borboletrinhas pequeninas<br />Voam voam pelo jardim<br />Elas são tão lindinhas </span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfenOVZQ7OI/AAAAAAAAARU/Zy0kwXEU-ME/s1600-h/img154.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329912548719389922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfenOVZQ7OI/AAAAAAAAARU/Zy0kwXEU-ME/s320/img154.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Que me deixam feliz assim ...<br /><br />Borboletrinhas tão miudinhas<br />Com as flores vão brincar<br />Elas são tão bonitinhas<br />Que eu fico a bisbilhotar<br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfekMyTzqUI/AAAAAAAAARM/BXG22CIAS5c/s1600-h/img154.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329909223586507074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfekMyTzqUI/AAAAAAAAARM/BXG22CIAS5c/s320/img154.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Borboletrinhas coloridas<br />Multicores a voar<br />Deixam crianças mais sabidas<br />Com as palavrinhas surfando no ar ... </span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em>**</em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-474407285619046881?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-87122233703536922562009-04-22T11:32:00.009-03:002009-08-15T14:43:26.327-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Sfe1KLzWsoI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ycl1snT_43k/s1600-h/img156.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927870587777666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Sfe1KLzWsoI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ycl1snT_43k/s320/img156.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">PLANETA TERRA</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"><em>(Nei Alberto e Vanessa Marques)</em></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Meu endereço é o planeta Terra,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Esse lugar ninguém nunca erra.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Fica dentro do universo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E cabe sempre num verso. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Via láctea, muitos planetas girando</strong></span> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/Sfe0g3d3CRI/AAAAAAAAARk/L1-1sHVZjn4/s1600-h/img156.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ao redor do sol parecem dançar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Junto a eles estrelas encantando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Como se estivessem a cantarolar </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Como é lindo o planeta azul</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Muita água de norte ao sul</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>É belo como uma pintura</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>É puro Criador e criatura.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Muita coisa difícil a Terra vem sofrendo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Impossível ficar aqui só escrevendo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Porque a hora não é para isso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E sim para assumir compromisso!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Com tanta reclamação assim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Parece que a vida está no fim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>A tristeza quer acabar com o planeta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ora!!! é hora de você pegar sua caneta ...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Hora de escrever e afirmar que a Terra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>É lugar feito para amar, assim ninguém erra!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Esse planeta tem tanta vida bonita</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Que mal cabe nas palavras escritas.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Você aí! Você aqui! Você mesmo ...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Não esqueça que o planeta é "você mesmo"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Você é a vida, você é a natureza</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Quando espanta toda a tristeza.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Parabéns para a Terra amada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E se ela é por você cuidada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Um mundo novo te espera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Um lugar de gente sincera!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>O planeta azul te agradece</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Para você ele faz uma prece</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Você é um anjo da paz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sei que você é capaz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Tenho certeza que você faz!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Cuida do planeta Terra rapaz!!!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-8712223370353692256?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-14346821629010562972009-04-22T11:30:00.005-03:002009-08-15T14:45:34.100-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfCTAsGwUUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uIigAQBDU_M/s1600-h/img151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327919999228072258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SfCTAsGwUUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uIigAQBDU_M/s320/img151.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong> JANELINHAS</strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">(Nei Alberto Salles Filho)</span></em></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Caíram meus dentinhos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Estou ficando crescido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dizem que banguelinhas são bonitinhos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Se parecem novamente com bebê nascido </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Minhas janelinhas entre os dentes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Parecem estrelas cadentes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Cada dentinho, um pedido legal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>De crescer forte e especial </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>A vida me dará novos dentes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Grandes, fortes, reluzentes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Devo cuidar dos novos presentes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Porque como dizem: são permamentes.</strong></span> </span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">***</span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-1434682162901056297?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-40682905163211091242009-04-17T11:59:00.003-03:002009-08-15T14:46:33.095-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SepCm6vnjLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XnKLU6hzeS4/s1600-h/img146.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326142745690475698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SepCm6vnjLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XnKLU6hzeS4/s320/img146.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong> FAMÍLIA</strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>(Nei Alberto e Vanessa Marques )</em></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Mãe, pai, irmã e irmão<br />Todos moram no coração<br />É nossa família super especial<br />Que merece um amor bem real<br /><br />Minha mãe, forte e sensível<br />Meu pai, honesto e homem incrível!<br />Irmãos sempre muito importantes<br />Mesmo que estejam meio distantes<br /><br />Família é o grande presente<br />Cultiva em nós a serena semente.<br />Seja filho, seja filha<br />Ame sua família!!!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-4068290516321109124?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-2094832141379341082009-04-15T01:37:00.007-03:002009-08-15T14:46:55.225-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeZsUWpzV3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/vXDDQMmRSuo/s1600-h/img141.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325062706346284914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeZsUWpzV3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/vXDDQMmRSuo/s320/img141.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">ANJOS DA PAZ</span></strong><br /></span><div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><em>(Nei Alberto e Vanessa Marques)</em></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dois anjos rebeldes<br />Pelo céu pediam passagem<br />Apressados, aos tropeços<br />Fariam uma longa viagem!</strong></span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Vieram para a Terra a passeio<br />Como num piquenique faceiro<br />Pularam, cantaram e dançaram<br />Até que de repente....se enroscaram!<br />Asas com asas....<br />Juntos e enrolados,<br />Anjos de cabelos encaracolados...</strong></span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Assim ficaram<br />Colados.....mas sempre alados<br />Asas que voam juntas<br />Ideais e idéias conjuntas<br />Pobres ou felizes anjinhos....<br />Passarão eternidade enroladinhos?</strong></span><br /><br /></span></span><em><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Anjos podem ser pessoas?<br />Pessoas podem ser boas?<br />Pessoas podem ser como anjos da paz?<br />Será que você é capaz? </strong></span><br /><br /></span></span></em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Venha ser um anjinho da rima...<br />Olhar a vida de cima<br />Dos medinhos bobinhos<br />acreditar na força dos bons pensamentos e sentimentos<br />acreditar no "sentipensar" de pessoa que quer amar!</span><br /></span></em></div></strong></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-209483214137934108?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-8530364520768762942009-04-12T22:12:00.011-03:002009-08-15T14:47:37.096-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>BRINCAR COM PALAVRAS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>( Nei Alberto Salles Filho)</em></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKV4vesafI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HW8Dbk2mkyw/s1600-h/img135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323982511555766770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKV4vesafI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HW8Dbk2mkyw/s320/img135.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKVv1rVglI/AAAAAAAAANw/668hM9lraEk/s1600-h/img135.jpg"></a><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Brincar com as palavras<br />Rimar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Trocar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Inventar<br />Criar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Roda cotia dos poemas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Cantigas de roda em forma de poesia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Batatinha quando nasce espalha ... muita vida!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Terezinha de Jesus...dá a mão pro seu pai!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Cravo, não briga com a Rosa não!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Atirar o pau no gato, também não!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Da magia das palavras escritas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Só podem brotar coisas bonitas!</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-853036452076876294?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-74998563006847409222009-04-12T21:29:00.011-03:002009-08-15T14:48:00.777-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKL2rlOlgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ev70CuY-bDE/s1600-h/img131.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323971481033414146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKL2rlOlgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ev70CuY-bDE/s320/img131.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKKBOM2W5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5MtF63JPt0k/s1600-h/img131.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>A PAZ É...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong>(Nei Alberto Salles Filho)</strong></span></em><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A paz se faz<br />refaz</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>não se desfaz</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A paz se cria<br />procria</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>acaba com hipocrisia</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A paz constrói<br />nada destrói</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>e ela não dói...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A paz não é mito<br />nasce do conflito</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>tratado de jeito bonito</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A paz é fato<br />não boato</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>surge do ato</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A paz é amor</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>calor a favor</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>do que se tem de valor</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A paz não é invenção<br />é emoção do coração </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>também razão e intuição</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A paz é.....</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-7499856300684740922?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-70375418419348598212009-04-12T21:09:00.010-03:002009-08-15T14:49:35.433-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#330099;"><strong><em>RIMAS</em></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#330099;"></span></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#330099;">DE PAI PARA FILHO...</span></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"><em>DE FILHO PARA PAI...</em></span><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#330099;">(N)</span></em><strong> <span style="color:#000066;">Eu te amo meu filho</span></strong><span style="color:#000066;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#006600;">(G)</span></em> <strong><span style="color:#006600;">Eu te amo meu pai </span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKEXos4SII/AAAAAAAAAM4/p5ZhN7ZlWL4/s1600-h/img133.jpg"><span style="color:#006600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323963251102861442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKEXos4SII/AAAAAAAAAM4/p5ZhN7ZlWL4/s320/img133.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#330099;"><em>(N)</em></span> <strong><span style="color:#000066;">Quero sempre te cuidar</span><br /></strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">(G)</span></em> <strong><span style="color:#006600;">Vou para sempre te amar</span></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><br /></strong><span style="color:#330099;"><em>(N)</em></span> <strong><span style="color:#000066;">Vocé é filho muito legal</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#006600;">(G)</span></em><strong> <span style="color:#006600;">Você é um pai especial<br /></span></strong><span style="color:#330099;"><em>(N)</em></span> <strong><span style="color:#000066;">Eu quero rimar com você<br /></span></strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">(G)</span></em> <strong><span style="color:#006600;">E eu quero ficar com você<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Valeu filhão!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Valeu paizão!!!!</span></strong> </span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"><strong>***</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"><strong><em>(N) = Nei, o poeta pai </em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><strong><em>(G) =Gabriel, o poeta filho</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"><strong>***</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-7037541841934859821?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921298734024447780.post-32304925357178411002009-04-12T20:03:00.015-03:002009-08-15T14:49:57.653-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKGxSei6aI/AAAAAAAAANA/5urixDKcxso/s1600-h/img132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323965890837014946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeKGxSei6aI/AAAAAAAAANA/5urixDKcxso/s320/img132.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><strong><em>RIMA SONOLENTA</em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;">(Nei/Gabriel/2009)</span></em><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeJ2ETbN34I/AAAAAAAAAMw/C0PjV0ZFtvM/s1600-h/img132.jpg"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"></span></em></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A rima sonolenta,</strong><br /></span></span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxeVifPGVT0/SeJ0piG4XgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DQMWJHR7Tp4/s1600-h/img132.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>É gostosa como polenta,</strong><br /><strong>Que desmancha na boca.</strong><br /><strong>Deixa a voz rouca,</strong><br /><strong>Fala da idéia louca.</strong><br /><strong>Poesia sonolenta,</strong><br /><strong>É bem lenta ... </strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>É como lenda ...<br />Como parlenda ...</strong><br /><br /><strong>(bocejo....rs...dorm-rir...eita)</strong><br /></span></span><br />***<br /></div></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"><em>OBS: Professor Nei e seu filho Gabriel ( Ponta Grossa- PR) na hora de dormir...zzZZZzzzzZZ</em></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">***</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921298734024447780-3230492535717841100?l=borboletrinhas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanessa Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381226955012821669noreply@blogger.com4