tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50495860194742471312024-03-19T04:02:13.420-07:00Clair de luneNádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049586019474247131.post-52143176891376662322015-08-04T07:26:00.000-07:002015-08-04T07:26:08.100-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>Vai alta no céu a lua da primavera.<br />Penso em ti e dentro de mim estou completo.<br /><br />Alberto Caeiro</span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049586019474247131.post-55307593190659337872015-08-04T07:25:00.000-07:002015-08-04T07:25:29.084-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>" Mas no meio de tudo isso, fora disso,
através disso, apesar disso tudo - há o amor. Ele é como a Lua, resiste a
todos os sonetos e abençoa todos os pântanos. "</span><br />
<span> Rubem Braga </span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049586019474247131.post-59842036850235990302015-08-04T07:23:00.000-07:002015-08-04T07:23:15.500-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>A beleza é uma forma da genialidade,
aliás, é superior à genialidade na medida em que não precisa de
comentário. Ela é um dos grandes fatos do mundo, assim como a luz do
Sol, ou a primavera, ou a miragem na água escura daquela concha de prata
que chamamos de lua. Não pode ser interrogada, é soberana por direito
divino.<br /><br />Oscar Wilde</span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049586019474247131.post-74646180599695790272015-08-04T07:22:00.003-07:002015-08-04T07:22:10.234-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>Clair de lune, chiaro de luna, claro de
luna... jamais os franceses, os italianos e os espanhóis saberão mesmo o
que seja o luar, que nós bebemos de um trago numa palavra só.<br />Mario Quintana</span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049586019474247131.post-22434965680818620902015-08-04T07:21:00.000-07:002015-08-04T07:21:03.113-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>"O luar é o brilho do sol que está descansando."</span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>"...Da lua ela não tinha receio porque<br />era mais lunar que solar e via de olhos<br />bem abertos nas madrugadas tão escuras<br />a lua no céu.<br />Então ela se banhava nos raios lunares...<br />E ficava profundamente límpida."<br /><br /> Clarice Lispector </span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049586019474247131.post-83508610013844896282015-08-04T07:17:00.003-07:002015-08-04T07:17:54.807-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>Eu guardo luas na gaveta do meu quarto crescente; luas novas e antigas,
luas de rir e de chorar; luas tão velhas amigas, luas de todo o lugar...<br /><br />Mara Senna </span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049586019474247131.post-52443507807144166832015-08-04T07:16:00.001-07:002015-08-04T07:16:45.172-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Somente a lua<br />
Alta no céu<br />
Como lembrança –<br />
Se ao olhá-la, porém, nos recordarmos,<br />
Nossos corações haverão de unir-se.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Com a maré da manhã surgiu no Céu uma Lua<br />
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Essa Lua agarrou-me e cruzou o Céu</span></div>
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Naquela Lua, meu Corpo se tornara por graça,<br />
Sutil como a Alma</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Viajei então, em estado de Alma<br />
E nada mais vi se não a Lua, até que o segredo do saber divino me foi por inteiro revelado<br />
As nove esferas celestes fundiram-se na Lua<br />
E o vaso do meu ser dissolveu-se inteiro no Mar</span></div>
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Cada Corpo de espuma se desfez<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Moon river<br />Wider than a mile<br />I'm crossing you<br />In style some day<br />Oh, dream maker<br />You heart breaker<br />Wherever you're goin'<br />I'm goin' your way<br /><br />Two drifters<br />Off to see the world<br />There's such<br />A lot of world to see<br />We're after<br />The same rainbow's end<br />Waitin' 'round the bend<br />My huckleberry friend<br />Moon river<br />And me<br /><br />Moon river<br />Wider than a mile<br />I'm crossin' you<br />In style some day<br />Oh, dream maker<br />You heart breaker<br />Wherever you're goin'<br />I'm goin' your way<br /><br />Two drifters<br />Off to see the world<br />There's such<br />A lot of world to see<br />We're after<br />That same rainbow's end<br />Waitin' 'round the bend<br />My huckleberry friend<br />Moon river<br />And me</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars<br />Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars<br />In other words Hold my hand<br />In other words Darling, kiss me<br />Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more<br />You are all I long for, all I worship and adore<br />In other words Please be true<br />In other words, I love you</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I stand and I wait</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The roses are sighing</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And tonight how their light sets me dreaming</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I bring you and sing you</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let us stray 'til break of day</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Come to me tenderly in the June night</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I stand at your gate</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I sing you a song in the moonlight</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A love song, my darling,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O sol se apaixonou pela lua<br />Quando a viu ao longe sob os seus raios<br />Em sua fase nova...<br />E insistiu em amá-la<br />Colocando sua natureza a prova.<br /><br />A lua, correspondendo à paixão<br />Entrou em fase crescente e tornou-se cheia de amor...<br />Com seu brilho prateado inspirou poetas e autores,<br />Fez feliz, casais de namorados<br />E deu um brilho novo às flores.<br /><br />Mas quando olhou para as estrelas,<br />Ficou completamente desolada...<br />Descobriu que seu astro amado<br />Não derramava seus raios apenas<br />Sob o seu planeta azulado...<br /><br />Minguou-se em sua decepção...<br />Do céu foi sumindo aos poucos...<br />Até tornar-se total escuridão...<br /><br />Renasceu em fase nova!<br />Mas se viu só,<br />Sem as estrelas por companhia.<br />Percebeu então que era dia<br />E que os raios do seu amado a cobria.<br />Sentindo-se aquecida por ele<br />Deixou-se levar pela paixão...<br />E revolvendo todos os sentimentos,<br />Repete esse mesmo ciclo desde então.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quando o SOL e a LUA se encontraram pela primeira vez, se apaixonaram perdidamente e a partir daí começaram a viver um grande amor. <br /><br />Acontece que o mundo ainda não existia e no dia que Deus resolveu criá-lo, deu-lhes então o toque final ...<br />o brilho ! <br /><br />Abateu-se sobre eles uma grande tristeza quando tomaram conhecimento de que nunca mais se encontrariam.<br /><br />A LUA foi ficando cada vez mais amargurada, mesmo com o brilho que Deus havia lhe dado, ela foi se tornando solitária.<br /><br />O SOL por sua vez havia ganhado um título de nobreza "ASTRO REI", mas isso também não o fez feliz.<br /><br />Deus então chamou-os e explicou-lhes:<br /> Vocês não devem ficar tristes, ambos agora já possuem um brilho próprio.<br /><br />A LUA entristeceu-se muito com seu terrível destino e chorou dias a fio...já o SOL ao vê-la sofrer tanto, decidiu que não poderia deixar-se<br />abater pois teria que dar-lhe forças e ajudá-la a aceitar o que havia sido decidido por Deus. <br /><br />No entanto sua preocupação era tão grande que resolveu fazer um pedido a ELE: <br /><br />Senhor, ajude a LUA por favor, ela é mais frágil do que eu, não suportará a solidão...<br /><br />E Deus em sua imensa bondade criou então as estrelas para fazerem companhia a ela. <br /><br />a LUA sempre que está muito triste recorre as estrelas que fazem de tudo<br />para consolá-la, mas quase sempre não conseguem.<br /><br />Hoje eles vivem assim....separados, o SOL finge que é feliz, a LUA não<br />consegue esconder que é triste.<br /><br /><br />O SOL ainda esquenta de paixão pela LUA e ela ainda vive na escuridão da saudade.<br /><br />Dizem que a ordem de Deus era que a LUA deveria ser sempre cheia e luminosa, mas ela não consegue isso....<br />porque ela é mulher, e uma mulher tem fases.<br /><br />Quando feliz consegue ser cheia, mas quando infeliz é<br />minguante e quando minguante nem sequer é possível ver o seu brilho. <br /><br />LUA e SOL seguem seu destino, ele solitário mas forte, ela acompanhada das estrelas, mas fraca. <br /><br />Humanos tentam a todo instante conquistá-la, como se isso fosse possível. Vez por outra alguns deles vão até ela e voltam sempre sozinhos, nenhum deles jamais conseguiu trazê-la até a terra, nenhum deles realmente conseguiu conquistá-la, por mais que achem que sim.<br /><br />Acontece que Deus decidiu que nenhum amor nesse mundo seria de todo<br />impossível, nem mesmo o da LUA e o do SOL... e foi aí então que ele criou o eclipse. <br /><br />Hoje SOL e LUA vivem da espera desse instante, desses raros momentos que lhes foram concedidos e que custam tanto a acontecer.<br /><br />Quando você olhar para o céu a partir de agora e ver que o SOL encobriu a LUA é porque ele deitou-se sobre ela e começaram a se amar e é ao ato desse amor que se deu o nome de eclipse.<br /><br />Importante lembrar que o brilho do êxtase deles é tão grande que<br />aconselha-se não olhar para o céu nesse momento, seus olhos podem cegar de ver tanto amor.</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0