tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46130492869759350252024-02-18T19:28:02.467-08:00Janett MoraisNeste blog sou Poeta e Romancista.
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"Se deixe conquistar pelo prazer da leitura".Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-50040511586640108612023-05-23T12:38:00.000-07:002023-05-23T12:38:08.749-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Estou muito orgulhosa do meu neto de 5 anos, que acabou de publicar seu primeiro livro de história.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">O livro está lindo e bem ilustrado, as imagens do personagem são dele próprio, assim como o nome .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">super indico, as crianças que gostam de histórias assim com ele, irão gostar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnJoCrhWFQd2m41x_noIjG55ykxcX1OiC3GVUcjFbnrHkUdKvoLlLRyEChSC2yt5mKN0_p1NE3rxt9kKnpyEaKorOWgY0IdWTzvnp7xWDT9wEnQFLWxLGctZ6J6JLiaqkDQG51-BjAfZk5MiOO_jrVn--bw23qUJgnArlAHQEoPj00h4hVtnItxNr/s2480/Arthur%20O%20Assustador%20de%20Pombos%20(320%C2%A0%C3%97%C2%A0240%C2%A0px)%20(200%C2%A0%C3%97%C2%A0200%C2%A0px)%20(4).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2480" data-original-width="2421" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnJoCrhWFQd2m41x_noIjG55ykxcX1OiC3GVUcjFbnrHkUdKvoLlLRyEChSC2yt5mKN0_p1NE3rxt9kKnpyEaKorOWgY0IdWTzvnp7xWDT9wEnQFLWxLGctZ6J6JLiaqkDQG51-BjAfZk5MiOO_jrVn--bw23qUJgnArlAHQEoPj00h4hVtnItxNr/s320/Arthur%20O%20Assustador%20de%20Pombos%20(320%C2%A0%C3%97%C2%A0240%C2%A0px)%20(200%C2%A0%C3%97%C2%A0200%C2%A0px)%20(4).jpg" width="312" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-20804082155975396672023-03-29T09:35:00.001-07:002023-03-29T09:35:53.556-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Livro publicado em Clube de Autores</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Para adiquirir clik na link:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://clubedeautores.com.br/livro/coletanea-de-poemas-5">Coletânea de Poemas, por Janett Morais - Clube de Autores</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://clubedeautores.com.br/livro/coletanea-de-poemas-5" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4020" data-original-width="2835" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn6yfsQ058WLm0K9uZOlCeMGWsYq-Ps87Df7KF324quEsSUCUVgRBiJvvC6K93cqadaKS2tFHhA7iPwXN30T_yeV7XelWXpVLkGhyY3XoxOSTwp3emvqkG3lHpntkmytsdQyf70wprXnxuCUKUJmJfAW3-RiY-hePzMYdeZoV8-uKPw7AeuZTFrnA/s320/capa%20e%20(4020%C2%A0%C3%97%C2%A02835%C2%A0px)%20(2835%C2%A0%C3%97%C2%A04020%C2%A0px).png" width="226" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-2080949815657456592022-07-05T07:18:00.002-07:002022-07-05T07:20:11.567-07:00Do Sono ao Sonho<p> Um sono com bons sonhos</p><p> É o desejo de todos por igual </p><p>Mas para se sonhar com clareza</p><p> Deveremos fazer o ritual </p><p>Deitar-se desprendido de tudo</p><p> Levemente os olhos fechar</p><p>Deixar os lábios sorrir </p><p>Sentir o corpo relaxar </p><p>Usar o diafragma</p><p> Em um profundo respirar</p><p>Distensionando todo o corpo</p><p>Nos braços de Morfeu se entregar</p><p>Antes de chegar nos sonhos </p><p>Por etapas iremos passar </p><p>Logo depois chega a hora </p><p>De deixar o espírito viajar</p><p>O sonho por vezes nos guia</p><p>Para situações parecidas </p><p>Com a vivência do nosso dia </p><p>Dormir é realizar afinal </p><p>O que não realizamos despertos</p><p>Quando não realizamos na real </p><p>A realidade dos sonhos é certa </p><p>Quando temos bons sonhos </p><p>Sem luta e sem dor </p><p>Nosso corpo desperta </p><p>De um sono reparador</p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-8021420776157288702021-11-22T13:50:00.002-08:002021-11-22T13:52:45.912-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyNMXdcHR5_7cFkJ-gXO8kpk2jP6VIjeqlT2k38nge6gPcvKMNJ2Aag5SZd-dkbaa7A1HpJiinENhDcmc4YGEOJA-JyXkCiD9uhlouUrlUsZapYcM7qVTFK2cMa5DwywXmdWe8aVNXLk/s6000/Leitura.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyNMXdcHR5_7cFkJ-gXO8kpk2jP6VIjeqlT2k38nge6gPcvKMNJ2Aag5SZd-dkbaa7A1HpJiinENhDcmc4YGEOJA-JyXkCiD9uhlouUrlUsZapYcM7qVTFK2cMa5DwywXmdWe8aVNXLk/w400-h266/Leitura.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div> Fazendo Leitura de um trecho do livro " Manobras do Destino"<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Lançamento em 19 de novembro de 2021</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Mercado de Santana - Centro Cultural de Leiria<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /> <p></p></div>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-57965333884348364612021-11-10T12:20:00.000-08:002021-11-10T12:20:09.227-08:00Manobras do Destino<iframe style="background-image:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/7kllPrGtM1A/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/7kllPrGtM1A" frameborder="0"></iframe>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-3745986956107945512021-11-10T12:18:00.001-08:002021-11-10T12:18:26.270-08:00Booktrailer do livro Manobras do Destino<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/z4R3i17YtYI" frameborder="0"></iframe>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-29575353709250900092021-11-07T12:50:00.001-08:002021-11-07T12:50:45.431-08:00Vídeo<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy5R12Vsr8ivV3Her7ew0uEz3nIxJKA6ndJjufx6BWRUu1fWqxBya3NIM9MirUODuQKiFCMV1gBQzQSvy5ZRg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-49027847216743239862021-11-05T15:43:00.002-07:002021-11-05T15:43:36.998-07:00Livro publicado <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Estou extremamente feliz em apresentar para vocês a minha mais nova publicação que será lançada no dia 19/11/2021 ás 19 horas no Mercado de Santana- Centro Cultural de Leiria</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiT670i3JYlwb-mXStHEEiB9LwaF0cvG5nNwh4fhytNlxdjBqX3Qu7U-8sgvHocrLV0oJ4eQN1YBkys5JOV9nMrD3WLablfh9jsrexcev-B3DtQsAjoqEfMhAdGVl80ogv1lt72KcM_Q/s1299/Manobras+do+destino_ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="827" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiT670i3JYlwb-mXStHEEiB9LwaF0cvG5nNwh4fhytNlxdjBqX3Qu7U-8sgvHocrLV0oJ4eQN1YBkys5JOV9nMrD3WLablfh9jsrexcev-B3DtQsAjoqEfMhAdGVl80ogv1lt72KcM_Q/s320/Manobras+do+destino_ebook.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><br /> Já está a venda nos linkes: <p></p><p> <a href="https://www.livrariaatlantico.com/ficcao/manobras-do-destino">Manobras do destino | Livraria Atlântico (livrariaatlantico.com)</a></p><p><a href="https://www.chiadobooks.com/livraria/manobras-do-destino">Manobras do destino - Livraria - CHIADO BOOKS</a> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-71818533835794671922021-11-05T14:58:00.001-07:002021-11-05T14:58:42.623-07:00Booktrailer do livro Manobras do Destino<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwHfHUTNZ6zgu5QUao_hR-kavhGGBvKbsFF_LiNxknjyQy6fFYI3UEzvdRzzLGT1ijkREa1qIwZIb-Zul0a7w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-66548608328129877982021-11-03T14:29:00.002-07:002021-11-03T14:29:40.385-07:00Chegando ao fim do mistério<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdYTwxPjDOwK5v-hDjbGcf-XyUvIakCoV7ru86FC1aKqfk2CGaxPHI8KCaOTx5c7NsqGabjXxxbE_TWaSSjBqqdonn83LsRKi7YWC3c-p59hFI3MaUkiV1PYlX8Q8a43A-IhSgi2M_Vw/s534/IMG_20211103_193749_090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="534" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdYTwxPjDOwK5v-hDjbGcf-XyUvIakCoV7ru86FC1aKqfk2CGaxPHI8KCaOTx5c7NsqGabjXxxbE_TWaSSjBqqdonn83LsRKi7YWC3c-p59hFI3MaUkiV1PYlX8Q8a43A-IhSgi2M_Vw/s320/IMG_20211103_193749_090.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-39483071349954955072021-11-01T07:33:00.007-07:002021-11-01T07:33:57.621-07:00Você já sabe? Coloca aí nos comentários<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06XSgQp_XIaJpqh7CiNEXcJ3UkJtF-dZ3c1TYby5VU_PlYuJm80FjcjwsX_BF01kKIJVavcRYqVQQG14oNUaqYk0g2UXDz9LRnabEou-4Jw05ktJWsmDwlaJYrDabCwZjzU2kKmrc8pI/s1531/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1531" data-original-width="860" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06XSgQp_XIaJpqh7CiNEXcJ3UkJtF-dZ3c1TYby5VU_PlYuJm80FjcjwsX_BF01kKIJVavcRYqVQQG14oNUaqYk0g2UXDz9LRnabEou-4Jw05ktJWsmDwlaJYrDabCwZjzU2kKmrc8pI/w225-h400/03.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-5811654721666451982021-11-01T07:31:00.001-07:002021-11-01T07:31:26.688-07:00Tá se ligando?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixGO8hZrh-8-bBxOkgNSJftew0lgKLyaevPEtNDDJILwvNSUJAVoMfgp_MtvjZhcUzcjzGJLhSq2LjCpejlcTKAtiNvAeO1N1BdZqOgw2kCfnpi4r8x0kem293yefqjhZx10SkLu2K9o/s1255/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1255" data-original-width="707" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixGO8hZrh-8-bBxOkgNSJftew0lgKLyaevPEtNDDJILwvNSUJAVoMfgp_MtvjZhcUzcjzGJLhSq2LjCpejlcTKAtiNvAeO1N1BdZqOgw2kCfnpi4r8x0kem293yefqjhZx10SkLu2K9o/w225-h400/02.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-58496853348468386462021-11-01T07:29:00.000-07:002021-11-01T07:29:01.829-07:00Se liga na mensagem<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDg9Qx8J8pyA_R4er5N7QFSG3J-zn-Pn4haMhIzYo-KDyTNq56PS3NUQJ3twul9pIsyaupjRWPebTaxp-Op9FyJXD5PMGRNaPTBnTeLCyClJYNZw08waand5XBbfh9EJ5gYFLjVSJT54/s1041/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="1041" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDg9Qx8J8pyA_R4er5N7QFSG3J-zn-Pn4haMhIzYo-KDyTNq56PS3NUQJ3twul9pIsyaupjRWPebTaxp-Op9FyJXD5PMGRNaPTBnTeLCyClJYNZw08waand5XBbfh9EJ5gYFLjVSJT54/w400-h400/01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-39331416877775799572021-09-28T06:40:00.001-07:002021-09-28T06:40:11.245-07:00 A MULHER "Da Poetisa Florbela Espanca"<p><br /></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ó Mulher! Como és fraca e como és forte!</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Como sabes ser doce e desgraçada!</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Como sabes fingir quando em teu peito</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A tua alma se estorce amargurada!</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Quantas morrem saudosa duma imagem.</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Adorada que amaram doidamente!</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Quantas e quantas almas endoidecem</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Enquanto a boca rir alegremente!</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Quanta paixão e amor às vezes têm</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sem nunca o confessarem a ninguém</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Doce alma de dor e sofrimento!</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Paixão que faria a felicidade.</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Dum rei; amor de sonho e de saudade,</span></p><p class="poem" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 2px 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Que se esvai e que foge num lamento!</span></p><p class="autor" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #7b756e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 10px 20px 5px 0px; padding: 0px;">Florbela Espanca</p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-52751892940317959872021-09-27T09:30:00.002-07:002021-09-27T09:30:27.121-07:00Acredite<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfN_WUKntjqzUZgECHtrHewcgAlIwOT7d6PRKT-Xhcx-AZX6wAOiTdI0JbZ-D3gwRFLLI9U_ha8yo8ZFmVGBIIHTsr87OS5XAuMDlV0njEcyTehXuup9J7KNyC54WMTS8NfAkavFG6J_M/s1080/IMG_20210831_222947_391.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfN_WUKntjqzUZgECHtrHewcgAlIwOT7d6PRKT-Xhcx-AZX6wAOiTdI0JbZ-D3gwRFLLI9U_ha8yo8ZFmVGBIIHTsr87OS5XAuMDlV0njEcyTehXuup9J7KNyC54WMTS8NfAkavFG6J_M/s320/IMG_20210831_222947_391.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-26505354356792520422021-09-27T09:05:00.003-07:002021-10-11T12:56:13.166-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVO7vahmk232J8GO46f5RcFw6XbP2mvow1VLXBh2grvc6rW-SlITu4ZdvNNYlrA_p5Z2eJNwKkFVMaASiQ5dfMzNgEKKVhGQ4zY3Tb8n__2JbKz22nIaxov-GFlssRfJt0pUzNW3FWzo/s2015/2021-01-25.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="2012" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVO7vahmk232J8GO46f5RcFw6XbP2mvow1VLXBh2grvc6rW-SlITu4ZdvNNYlrA_p5Z2eJNwKkFVMaASiQ5dfMzNgEKKVhGQ4zY3Tb8n__2JbKz22nIaxov-GFlssRfJt0pUzNW3FWzo/s320/2021-01-25.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Era uma tarde fria <p></p><p> Sob uma réstia de sol</p><p> Sentíamos a alegria</p><p> Fingindo dialogar</p><p> Com as sombras que víamos</p><p> Andando lado a lado</p><p> Do mais alto ao menor</p><p> O maior só sorria</p><p> O menor se divertia</p><p> Em uma grande celebração</p><p> Era o outono que surgia.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-19100586507695324322021-09-23T13:30:00.003-07:002021-09-23T13:30:50.834-07:00A Hora do Milagre<p>Mantenho-me acordada</p><p>Numa sonolência fatigante</p><p>A espera do momento </p><p>Que entra a lua minguante</p><p><br /></p><p>A hora é tardia</p><p>Mas o momento anuncia</p><p>Vamos nos conectar</p><p>Para o milagre alcançar</p><p><br /></p><p>Tenho nas mãos os placebos</p><p>Feitos com razão e orientação</p><p>Sendo a mais importante</p><p>A intensão do coração</p><p><br /></p><p>Quando dispara o alarme</p><p>Vinte e três e cinquenta e nove</p><p>É o momento aguardado</p><p>Com alegria meu corpo se move</p><p><br /></p><p>Em um ritual de amor e fé</p><p>Elevo o pensamento</p><p>Com um recado para a lua</p><p>Seja feita a minha vontade</p><p>mas toda glória seja sua</p><p><br /></p><p>Hora de agradecer</p><p>com sentimento de alegria</p><p>ao nosso dedicado Maestro</p><p>Por levar-nos a conhecer</p><p>A grandeza da alquimia. </p><p><br /></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-80718154647657339982021-09-20T12:25:00.002-07:002021-09-20T12:25:56.343-07:00Siga esta dica<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7-wgG9VNTDpc8sbYo0kR-Hjq1WxEU8GteT-i8E4fN5RjQWcfitvplzB6cI-2UoN21AXqQOtyLHr-D3dyM_9GUQBIMSxanoL1xDC5_2e-YSCcw9QJyrD6Shi6_NWS1sWoDTXlM9RaIeQ/s500/POSTAGEM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7-wgG9VNTDpc8sbYo0kR-Hjq1WxEU8GteT-i8E4fN5RjQWcfitvplzB6cI-2UoN21AXqQOtyLHr-D3dyM_9GUQBIMSxanoL1xDC5_2e-YSCcw9QJyrD6Shi6_NWS1sWoDTXlM9RaIeQ/w380-h380/POSTAGEM.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-60259285732685277492021-09-06T09:21:00.001-07:002021-09-06T09:21:22.127-07:00O Quadro Vermelho do Meu Quarto<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Olho na direção</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">de corpos nus, e inversos.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Rostos sem traços</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">envolvidos nas cores da paixão.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Inertes, sem expressão,</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">sem as batidas do coração.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Nela vejo os seios rijos</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">pela frieza de uma imagem sem vida.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Braços apoiados em uma nuca</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">sem resposta ao toque do que </div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">parecia carinho.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Eles simbolizam um amor inexpressivo.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Quando interpreto por outro anglo</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">a vejo desfalecida, pela intensidade</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">de um grande momento de amor.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ela sem ver, enxerga um rosto sem feição.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Sem ouvidos ,escuta as batidas de um coração</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">acelerado e, palpitante.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Os braços erguidos a descansar</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">na nunca daquele que também </div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">parece estar à amar.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Dois corpos nus entrelaçados </div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">entre as cores da paixão,</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">saindo da imaginação de uma artista </div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">a se inspirar em uma história de amor </div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">que lhe parecia nunca iria acabar.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Janett Morais</div></div>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-20360771444112130282021-08-31T09:58:00.001-07:002021-08-31T09:58:39.321-07:00Saudade<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50rWdBY1wGoZCtj2Ewu53CavuqPoOj3J0Yqd3vbr0238SJiYkEHN7tGinORVXp0e8m1_mfmkVQk83fHYDzM-ckrbPk77B6fpdH-F_FetlsAySwJItC0KybL05tayGjD1eQQ4M_mMJpEE/s1080/2021-01-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="573" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50rWdBY1wGoZCtj2Ewu53CavuqPoOj3J0Yqd3vbr0238SJiYkEHN7tGinORVXp0e8m1_mfmkVQk83fHYDzM-ckrbPk77B6fpdH-F_FetlsAySwJItC0KybL05tayGjD1eQQ4M_mMJpEE/w502-h573/2021-01-25.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-17170254609656155452021-08-29T15:26:00.000-07:002021-08-29T15:26:08.254-07:00Coragem Para Voar<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">O sonho da liberdade</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Está incorporado em toda gente</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">O medo de voar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Faz-nos viver entre as correntes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">De gaiolas douradas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Moradas Incertas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Relações de fachadas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Atividades oprimidas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Obras inacabadas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Por medo de voar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Atrofiamos as nossas asas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Cerramos os olhos para não enxergar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Que existe a linha do horizonte</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">A qual podemos ultrapassar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Para viver a liberdade</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Basta ter a coragem</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">De treinar as nossas asas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">E no sonho se jogar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Sem medo de voar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Conseguimos quebrar correntes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Destruir fachadas abaladas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Laborar como um presente</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Viver sem procrastinar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Quando utilizamos as nossas asas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Nos damos a liberdade</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">De voar como as águias</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;">Mesmo enfrentando tempestades</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico; font-size: medium;"> Janett Morais</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Este Poema foi publicado no livro Liberdade, Antologia de Literatura Livre da Chiado Books </span></b></p><p><br /></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-38044497213271674392021-03-28T14:24:00.005-07:002021-08-29T14:58:01.544-07:00Participe...<p></p><p style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: red;"><b>O</b><span style="font-size: medium;">lá, seguidores, visitantes, leitores!</span></span></p><p style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">Se gosta de leitura e curte um romance legal, concorra ao sorteio do<span> </span>E-book de "Juliete I Virando as páginas da vida" </span></p><p style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">Basta que se inscreva no Blogger e deixe o seu e-mail.</span></p><p style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">O sorteio será dia 25/06/2021</span></p><p style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="white-space: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">Finalizado</span></p><br /><p></p>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-36573015186861732402021-03-15T08:49:00.001-07:002021-03-15T08:49:51.964-07:00Mentes Doentes<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Tento fugir de mentes doentes</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Contagiosas indecentes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Blindo-me com ardor</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Pulverizando os ouvidos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Com pensamentos de amor</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Intermitente e teimosa</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">É a mente doente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Não tem mais, nem porquê</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Só sabe viver a sofrer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Para ela você sorrir </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Se fazendo otimista</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Ela chora para si</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Da alegria a querer fugir</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Deitada na sua dor</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">se contorce de tristeza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">No outro não vê beleza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Só se alimenta do clamor</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Quero dizer para estas mentes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Observar sem paixão</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">O que vai dentro de si?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Qual o porquê da insatisfação?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">O que lhe faz ser tão descrente?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Busque esta resposta</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Viajando no interior</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Ative aquele sentimento</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Que é desconhecido por tantos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans; font-size: medium;">Mas ele, chama-se amor!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Josefin Sans;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-64434534109235441982021-03-11T13:35:00.011-08:002021-03-14T15:02:48.160-07:00O Tempo Não Perdoa<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Depois de anos sem lhe ver</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Os meus olhos não queriam crer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Aquele não era você</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Nada que via lembrava </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Aquele lindo e garboso rapaz</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Que eu tanto amava</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Da sua vasta e negra cabeleira</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Só restaram apenas alguns fios brancos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Lembrando um chumaço de algodão</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Ao lembrar-me da sua vaidade</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Do seu orgulho em tê-los</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">A lembrança partiu-me o coração</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">O seu rosto já flácido </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Acumulado de gorduras</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Em forma de papadas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Já não deixam ver</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">As covinhas que se formavam</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Com a sua bela risada</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Os meus olhos não queriam crer </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">E teimavam em dizer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Aquele não era você</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Fechei os olhos </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Busquei na recordação</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">A certeza que eram dois</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">O antes e o depois... entendi...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Você não era ele... então</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Eu também não era ela</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;"> Que via dentro da recordação</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">N</span><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: x-large;">ós não éramos mais aqueles</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">O tempo havia passado</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Sendo cruel e impiedoso</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">Quando nos deixou sem se ver</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">E envelhecer separados</span></div><div><br /></div>Janett Moraishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291493993498243249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4613049286975935025.post-62331014216010805822020-07-02T10:47:00.003-07:002021-03-14T14:32:36.723-07:00Frases da poetisa Cecília Meireles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="whole-read-more" data-can-replace-url="phrase" data-query="utm_source=internal&utm_medium=link&utm_campaign=phrase_snippet_wholetext" data-url-param-0="cecilia-meireles-1-nao-vou-deixar-a-porta-entre-ab" face=""Ubuntu Condensed", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-size: 24px; text-align: justify;">“Não vou deixar a porta entre aberta.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Vou escancará-la ou fechá-la de vez.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Porque pelos vãos, brechas e fendas... passam semiventos, meias verdades e muita insensatez.”</span><br />
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