tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63182475977890622422011-07-30T11:56:33.285-07:00Se quiser tirar suas dúvidas, críticas e sugestões mande um e-mail para o atendimento: andre.perroni@folha.com.brAndré Aparecido Perronihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011477884135591574noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318247597789062242.post-47961444556427651532010-04-17T19:01:00.000-07:002010-04-17T19:08:03.271-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>O mundo pede socorro</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>e num acordo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>todos querem resolver</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>se entreter</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>em negociações</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Enquanto isso os rios vão enchendo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>As noites se tornam mais longas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Mesmo durante o dia</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Calma luz fria</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Um vulcão ameaça</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Um tufão despedaça</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Rajadas de vento </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Onde estão nossos pensamentos</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Os jovens se esquecem</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>De seus pais e adoecem</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Param a vida e</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>se entristecem</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>As mulheres intactas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Rezam em frente ao sacrário</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Enquanto isso as prostitutas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Querem ver ver gols</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Num continente abandonado.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Assim eu penso em escrever </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>E minhas idéias não vão esmorecer</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Minha cabeça vou preencher</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i>Para um mundo melhor podermos ter.</i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6318247597789062242-4796144455642765153?l=poesiaspragma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>André Aparecido Perronihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011477884135591574noreply@blogger.com0