tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86876504793739102182024-02-07T00:53:21.926-08:00O Diário Sem Fim...Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-28810123854711478292011-08-19T18:46:00.000-07:002011-08-19T18:56:50.942-07:00Chuva<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aE2a1XqHcFNBom_WM44-28pFAtB9RrrV-dCjMUutLbr9M-UpuaaVZfpzb5C7uqIjKjxUMhlbr009qsCZ9I94Pfuf3uZ1QAF-j-HJJtSsnqV4WTC2vI_3j2TonS8qZqgQ4IXd10ZORUA/s1600/IMG_1729+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aE2a1XqHcFNBom_WM44-28pFAtB9RrrV-dCjMUutLbr9M-UpuaaVZfpzb5C7uqIjKjxUMhlbr009qsCZ9I94Pfuf3uZ1QAF-j-HJJtSsnqV4WTC2vI_3j2TonS8qZqgQ4IXd10ZORUA/s400/IMG_1729+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642748921315099170" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " ><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Perdido pelo vento e no tempo</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Coberto de sombras e lembranças</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Esquecido pela sua doce beleza</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Perto de sua dor e sua angustia</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Marcado por feridas infinitas</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Pedaços escondidos no caminho</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Passos que simplesmente não passam...</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">
<br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Fotografia Letícia Sicsú</p></span>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-16635751406345058112011-08-03T23:26:00.000-07:002011-08-03T23:51:10.985-07:00Sonho<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1aAE3q_1flkLDGoidxqf7MxZfqZqvm5GLy9AoZNdhnQxIwwHyKsaR22YRkiQDNhLyRKGXTEoJ9l43c9qRMEswlLM40Z2TYQQFO8q2y0BNoSZc4FVjN5dqHYCGB-xHCRJQcH7__a_upo/s1600/IMG_0223.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1aAE3q_1flkLDGoidxqf7MxZfqZqvm5GLy9AoZNdhnQxIwwHyKsaR22YRkiQDNhLyRKGXTEoJ9l43c9qRMEswlLM40Z2TYQQFO8q2y0BNoSZc4FVjN5dqHYCGB-xHCRJQcH7__a_upo/s400/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636883610843411970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; " ><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Uma palavra?</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Sonho.</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Uma mente sem sonho,</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Coração sem ar.</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Passos sem direção</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Uma canção.</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Despertar que assusta</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Luz que fortalece</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Ver, sentir...</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Sonhar!</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">E no dançar dos pensamentos</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Sorriso é o que se pode ter</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Olhar profundo</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Sonho mudo!</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Fotografia Letícia Sicsú</p></span>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-37374266094328164012011-07-17T18:21:00.001-07:002011-07-17T18:29:00.789-07:00Em mim...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDVFWnBpA2wPc0r4JJJnEWjVU7bchC5OZX3ywmOgsXT1H315Zn_fEi5hDplkZ4_cXB9gKKAq17E0iYGTtJhyfir4scksjUDmrzSMvCDExtQu9lQIMl3RHkxWDVvMmNmCzatPS8WzZXP4/s1600/IMG_0224.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDVFWnBpA2wPc0r4JJJnEWjVU7bchC5OZX3ywmOgsXT1H315Zn_fEi5hDplkZ4_cXB9gKKAq17E0iYGTtJhyfir4scksjUDmrzSMvCDExtQu9lQIMl3RHkxWDVvMmNmCzatPS8WzZXP4/s400/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630497421917441186" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Era o que mais tinha aqui</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Era o que tinha guardado em mim</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Era o que me alegrava</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Era o que me sustentava</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Era o que me deixava na duvida</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Era o que poderia ser</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Era o que nada poderia ser</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Era o que eu não esperava ser</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Era um tanto assim...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">De poesia e fim.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</p><p class="MsoNormal">Foto Letícia Sicsú</p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-34485119463546978002011-07-16T11:38:00.000-07:002011-07-16T12:37:30.867-07:00Sombras...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVLNU3sE2xTEDLjHVlM-Ay9it2lyz2c9e4fHKn_-ZmWjSb-S2wqdOdmrZ0u8jaAp18goTqd6k9dCeBTLwH7HdFRG_aJCRMxySXdmqHJ9uhhRWWtDH4IIUT6ZeWkfHkPYGq98NmA0J87w/s1600/LET_7322.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVLNU3sE2xTEDLjHVlM-Ay9it2lyz2c9e4fHKn_-ZmWjSb-S2wqdOdmrZ0u8jaAp18goTqd6k9dCeBTLwH7HdFRG_aJCRMxySXdmqHJ9uhhRWWtDH4IIUT6ZeWkfHkPYGq98NmA0J87w/s400/LET_7322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630035466549549298" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Sombra que tormenta...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Que ela não desmanche sua beleza</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Que ela não apague o que ainda há de mais sincero em vc.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Vidros quebrados...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Paredes machucadas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Vejo isso,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Vejo vc...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Percebo sua dor...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">E sei que nada posso fazer.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</p><p class="MsoNormal">Foto Letícia Sicsú</p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-30366085029756680972011-07-10T19:42:00.000-07:002011-07-10T20:14:36.718-07:00Eu!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkM9O_RXpxp5w-_hnWcc-NyuUEFHqDUCJi6tw_039aLOGjK82wS2FEwVgOHxQ0vQg6JX27fdB2nsK_pA6chDC7Q7EZIQPngf-AOXL60ifbTuZX-e4uU6rmxOhAaSlSzfmzCmUc4aU3Rgg/s1600/DSC00699.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkM9O_RXpxp5w-_hnWcc-NyuUEFHqDUCJi6tw_039aLOGjK82wS2FEwVgOHxQ0vQg6JX27fdB2nsK_pA6chDC7Q7EZIQPngf-AOXL60ifbTuZX-e4uU6rmxOhAaSlSzfmzCmUc4aU3Rgg/s400/DSC00699.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627927255078111314" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sim, escrevo.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo pelos sentimentos.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Pelas palavras, pelos gestos não descritos.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo o que penso. Escrevo o que deixei de pensar.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo o novo. Escrevo o hoje. Escrevo o ontem.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo o que me angustia. Escrevo o que me alegra.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo o pouco e o muito de mim...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Escrevo o que está aqui e ali. Escrevo por ali. Escrevo logo ali.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo o que não sei escrever, o que não sei dizer.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo o silêncio. Escrevo a dor de tempos.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo o sorriso de outrora. Escrevo pelo meu respirar.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo pela dúvida. Escrevo pelo sim e pelo não.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo pelo começo, pelo fim. Escrevo por existir.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevo.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Fotografia: Letícia Sicsú</span></p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-45713601097607191572011-07-04T21:28:00.000-07:002011-07-04T21:30:57.673-07:00Aqui!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy30ET9JocIqo29Y4nQMRklxwzpDxQ5N_pwuMaUBPjVHq-aelm81GcAS28JWziHx5xcwPnJhEWOyyM_SY9WzW-Y0RPNmjTkQWx4WGFMq5TbSIx3aIAnNTK2MA4bklvergAcURj_gl94eE/s1600/Basquiat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy30ET9JocIqo29Y4nQMRklxwzpDxQ5N_pwuMaUBPjVHq-aelm81GcAS28JWziHx5xcwPnJhEWOyyM_SY9WzW-Y0RPNmjTkQWx4WGFMq5TbSIx3aIAnNTK2MA4bklvergAcURj_gl94eE/s400/Basquiat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625720988543378194" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Aqui, bem aqui...onde se passa.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Vem e vai...não vive, não morre, não se move.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">O que está perto, aos poucos se torna distante.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Apenas meus olhos vêem.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Seu sorriso, seu brilho...só seu.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Beleza que guardo...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Gotas que machucam</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lembranças que não dormem</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Escuro e vazio.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</p><p class="MsoNormal">Foto Basquiat</p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-9316916113578287242011-06-27T20:52:00.000-07:002011-06-27T21:29:18.298-07:00Graça!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jBT_RxLk1cjXRjcsS8ieP0UzIAojkvczT_2t3gsu0sKkpSPvEFovtFW-IMppJIXXjd_dDxEJOqEV1q2JWy7jS31KmvEUi7NWJFJQrioZPwFpfKk4i_fiO2j37yjTEEzdmnTCM0XJFWU/s1600/986385973_6e3c546591.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jBT_RxLk1cjXRjcsS8ieP0UzIAojkvczT_2t3gsu0sKkpSPvEFovtFW-IMppJIXXjd_dDxEJOqEV1q2JWy7jS31KmvEUi7NWJFJQrioZPwFpfKk4i_fiO2j37yjTEEzdmnTCM0XJFWU/s400/986385973_6e3c546591.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623115872262325938" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que haja graça nas palavras</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que o sorriso renove</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que a poesia volte</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que não seja tão triste estar assim</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que não tenha concordância alguma</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que não seja apenas assim.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Foto: D.</span></p><p></p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-10020305960520867072011-05-15T20:05:00.000-07:002011-05-15T20:10:46.704-07:00Volta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQGHFdhduGk0WK3htMreg6H8tlFlYZXJP0NDhRNyy7yL4Bp6kn_eq9CV8nkMYQ7EMfEy9289V_i3a2FDHY3RiwNTqPit0haySvPg78aX8i7SYRwMxb7DXWaKjBfVcvNEEPzQtoPXxdd0g/s1600/LET_6870.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQGHFdhduGk0WK3htMreg6H8tlFlYZXJP0NDhRNyy7yL4Bp6kn_eq9CV8nkMYQ7EMfEy9289V_i3a2FDHY3RiwNTqPit0haySvPg78aX8i7SYRwMxb7DXWaKjBfVcvNEEPzQtoPXxdd0g/s400/LET_6870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145977041341954" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Leve de volta o vento que foi deixado aqui</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Leve de volta o sorriso que brilhou</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Leve de volta a manhã</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Leve de volta...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Leve de volta seu medo</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Leve de volta sua ilusão</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Leve de volta seu coração</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Leve de volta...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span></p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-85954226127720950312011-04-22T16:46:00.000-07:002011-04-22T16:51:35.900-07:00Dor!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYsQdV_AfPz68819-9bxoEKtr_OPUXWZKbv4sOPP9w9gVdNMWecsP4IMk6t10jwzHyTGsRq6AmsK6rMEXldS8vY0imxekZebkjFrnPlTUQHNSDIGSnf7oG6LrW0wGuccotMw7ryaP8uY/s1600/LET_7289.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYsQdV_AfPz68819-9bxoEKtr_OPUXWZKbv4sOPP9w9gVdNMWecsP4IMk6t10jwzHyTGsRq6AmsK6rMEXldS8vY0imxekZebkjFrnPlTUQHNSDIGSnf7oG6LrW0wGuccotMw7ryaP8uY/s400/LET_7289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598559785268007170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A dor que retrato</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Brisa que percorre entre os dedos...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Delicadeza sentida...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Vívida...expressa em seu corpo! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Meu pensamento não quer pensar”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Minha dor é elementar </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Minha doce alma híbrida...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span></div><p></p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-81980394958938887962011-02-16T20:19:00.000-08:002011-02-16T20:24:55.208-08:00Fora<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdaBheCJyOSCT1DMeTrXqtudsLi-4b_2r91x96MqMw3It3cjPf4ErlI4OZgkH1FgU6uNMXxoe88mvV5jEw-BGgvEvjl7_rjnGZc0aKBSq4353ggnzqEDeGq0FChVEJKUuW1TUv88R5tu4/s1600/LET_2499.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdaBheCJyOSCT1DMeTrXqtudsLi-4b_2r91x96MqMw3It3cjPf4ErlI4OZgkH1FgU6uNMXxoe88mvV5jEw-BGgvEvjl7_rjnGZc0aKBSq4353ggnzqEDeGq0FChVEJKUuW1TUv88R5tu4/s400/LET_2499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574509605730988610" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >E se encontrava lá fora...do lado de lá! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >No vento, na brisa, no sol que permanecia em clarear.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Mostre onde vive a dor...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sufoque o seu respirar...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Alivie sua alma que presa está!</span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-63102620480681365112011-02-08T15:46:00.000-08:002011-02-08T16:04:26.897-08:00Entre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vbYoieT0IdsjECd3pEdpfo5ZXlEE3dgLnvnZLM99JrZtNDJT3o-e-jTZWhGlWFSGEpvUg_uafoqr7eRNuXS6kVIZKjfzw_7ViKCo7OjlsunwCAzIdR4iDF7zLXNOaI9U-WRuoa9lvWc/s1600/LET_2337-2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vbYoieT0IdsjECd3pEdpfo5ZXlEE3dgLnvnZLM99JrZtNDJT3o-e-jTZWhGlWFSGEpvUg_uafoqr7eRNuXS6kVIZKjfzw_7ViKCo7OjlsunwCAzIdR4iDF7zLXNOaI9U-WRuoa9lvWc/s400/LET_2337-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571471786746750018" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Entre o perto e o longe...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Destoantes...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Entre o tempo e o espaço...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Diálogos...</p><p class="MsoNormal">A noite... o dia...</p><p class="MsoNormal">Sempre tão fria!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</p><p class="MsoNormal">Foto: Letícia Sicsú</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-62064248265292499802011-01-30T15:04:00.000-08:002011-01-30T15:08:29.508-08:00Escrevendo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiRQEoLY21xH0MsFkKYDO_hE41yY_eE3byQZp14g12J0whL0H37wtJg7RHFtkQin_rHawxDa05M79TYOmyn_mXEkO0kwpPJyCJFOlGuGsc0JlfWfOazkx5VhxdvZtKBZF6_gt4ctKK-8c/s1600/36833_136669029702218_100000773654964_161825_801578_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiRQEoLY21xH0MsFkKYDO_hE41yY_eE3byQZp14g12J0whL0H37wtJg7RHFtkQin_rHawxDa05M79TYOmyn_mXEkO0kwpPJyCJFOlGuGsc0JlfWfOazkx5VhxdvZtKBZF6_gt4ctKK-8c/s400/36833_136669029702218_100000773654964_161825_801578_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568119239936185202" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">Se encheu de cor...se encheu de vida...se encheu de solidão precisa!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lá onde está...em seu canto...em seu espaço...em sua doce vida!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Passos silenciosos...palavras</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Um som...um tom...Vejo sombra...vejo você! Estático...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Possível ou não...perto do nada, perto de tudo! Perto do escuro.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Longe do seguro...longe de tudo!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Onde está o sentido? Onde está o engano?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Está? Aqui ou ali...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As horas se deixa levar com o tempo...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Intensa percepção...Ironia ou então...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pura exibição...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Uma dor...uma única razão do ser!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me faz rir....me faz sentir...</p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Foto: D.</span></p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-71110141150511527672011-01-30T14:23:00.000-08:002011-01-30T14:31:58.502-08:00Um Instante<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissnBas82v1g9UB873hJbGSzfvCsP9Si2e_UyEM3pYavzUhlecWWJDy_9F7MrkjjifGUDMRWtc2Bi-Qe3UFeGchVFYrpVTMBBir5jhhvGUWz8MAYg8xBj7FxqdQ3SnWLE4HOckmdApeQc/s1600/basquiat-quadro.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissnBas82v1g9UB873hJbGSzfvCsP9Si2e_UyEM3pYavzUhlecWWJDy_9F7MrkjjifGUDMRWtc2Bi-Qe3UFeGchVFYrpVTMBBir5jhhvGUWz8MAYg8xBj7FxqdQ3SnWLE4HOckmdApeQc/s400/basquiat-quadro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568109806580984722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">"Aqui me tenho<br />como não me conheço<br />nem me quis<br />sem começo<br />nem fim<br />aqui me tenho<br />sem mim<br />nada lembro<br />nem sei<br />à luz presente<br />sou apenas um bicho<br />transparente."</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Rabiscado por Ferreira Gullar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Pintura: Jean-Michel Basquiat</span></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-16084183143263152052011-01-26T17:41:00.000-08:002011-01-26T17:52:18.985-08:00Nome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30A1x4fogJe3GHbB9QH1lZOnZ6FnFwVjMYal2MU3vFn6XrPrOgeBUNA6lywNfYz51n1X9ran4ym8YvNW4zcDSqlOGnxtTxHmjzg8YHgwsNN7Q16X3zVhHhpyZQVQhaheH8KVMtu-P5Fk/s1600/LET_2135+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30A1x4fogJe3GHbB9QH1lZOnZ6FnFwVjMYal2MU3vFn6XrPrOgeBUNA6lywNfYz51n1X9ran4ym8YvNW4zcDSqlOGnxtTxHmjzg8YHgwsNN7Q16X3zVhHhpyZQVQhaheH8KVMtu-P5Fk/s400/LET_2135+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566675732490981650" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Pensamentos...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Onde presente e passado se cruzam</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Movimentos que norteiam</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Seu toque, sua forma</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Apenas sua.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span></p><p></p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-67452820722760156582011-01-23T19:22:00.000-08:002011-01-26T16:26:58.829-08:00"Sinto"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyr5SvpUtfePxtwVFw1zdu_aeN5_sLki8annsjqEWOYYNT5ohGEY3nrHrxLTGQNi8eujph0R78wvm3Wcy3LfwG95FigQ_-8o1q-uWS5FFxM0eb-DoJcTjSkkOmWOvA9Iw1VOo8Gv1IVuo/s1600/LET_2133.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyr5SvpUtfePxtwVFw1zdu_aeN5_sLki8annsjqEWOYYNT5ohGEY3nrHrxLTGQNi8eujph0R78wvm3Wcy3LfwG95FigQ_-8o1q-uWS5FFxM0eb-DoJcTjSkkOmWOvA9Iw1VOo8Gv1IVuo/s400/LET_2133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565594178430859762" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sentidos que não vejo</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Vento que percebo</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Partes que mesclam</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sensações!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Um pouco de mim</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Vazio, solidão, seus instantes...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Rabiscado por Letícia Sicsú</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Foto: Letícia Sicsú </span></p>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-29496037219959330922010-12-22T19:18:00.000-08:002011-12-01T00:11:41.901-08:00Abstrato!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQYPtcZk2snTXj7_NLIXGakJ6tQuYhUbjzxEvN3LpiLG70Er7SFMOajhZRc40tMZ9AKs8LIYA2hB-m_kf74ZxyNHvdbpvLy5wQRax9uGMKudwVYp8fAlDCMM1Ugk1sQQ7vvELyH5yV_Q/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+DSC01393.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQYPtcZk2snTXj7_NLIXGakJ6tQuYhUbjzxEvN3LpiLG70Er7SFMOajhZRc40tMZ9AKs8LIYA2hB-m_kf74ZxyNHvdbpvLy5wQRax9uGMKudwVYp8fAlDCMM1Ugk1sQQ7vvELyH5yV_Q/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+DSC01393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553713402358795362" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom: 0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">Singelo sorriso. Olhos em seu coração. Admiração pelo abstrato. Mundo sem visão. “Um fim”. Assim é vc. Sensibilidade complexa. Sentimento entrelaçado. O diferente que pulsa. O inesperado. O apaixonante. O desigual. O desconhecido. Assim é vc. Indefinido. Sem razão. Claro e escuro. O ser. Assim é vc. Belo e simples. Contato. Silencio. A paz. Apenas vc...o Amor!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">Rabiscado por: Letícia Sicsú</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><div><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><br /></span></div><p></p></span></span></div><p></p></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-79839165651981165622010-02-15T20:42:00.000-08:002010-02-15T20:48:18.056-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTskxI6nKWkf_EM2ZDYQuRIkf2HuBUs0ThjMzdL-5Yv1A7v5nfKOotDho1dMwaKYLwiZDlAVzUVa1lWpwbw3Ti9DgRUf3UCinl9HGd_LCpRagTKX97iu-aOUCq96IODk_MtkED2VJd6y8/s1600-h/DSC00179thf.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438698475647453266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTskxI6nKWkf_EM2ZDYQuRIkf2HuBUs0ThjMzdL-5Yv1A7v5nfKOotDho1dMwaKYLwiZDlAVzUVa1lWpwbw3Ti9DgRUf3UCinl9HGd_LCpRagTKX97iu-aOUCq96IODk_MtkED2VJd6y8/s400/DSC00179thf.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">E por mais que as horas passam</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">O movimento ainda continua o mesmo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Lento e singelo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Frio com o vento que insiste em percorrer</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Procurando por si mesmo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Em meio ao desespero</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">E a angústia das noites em claro</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Recortes em preto e branco</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Passo a passo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Em direção a solidão!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Rabiscado por: Letícia Sicsú</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Foto: M.V.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-69113305679452363902009-10-26T22:01:00.000-07:002011-03-03T07:41:13.269-08:00Luz<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SP3uocjFqRljYuRNlmoc8tC8OBFX_gy4dXqNZT8WClfuJXFBdL0RLaXdessAxLVAOuvbhIyd-KBfB9auANBg1POxYx_z1k63-xk1Q7mFpf5p41zX2Sq1HuQg6O9Po42CQ7SMpxLTtOQ/s1600-h/LET_7341.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397147401435837122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SP3uocjFqRljYuRNlmoc8tC8OBFX_gy4dXqNZT8WClfuJXFBdL0RLaXdessAxLVAOuvbhIyd-KBfB9auANBg1POxYx_z1k63-xk1Q7mFpf5p41zX2Sq1HuQg6O9Po42CQ7SMpxLTtOQ/s400/LET_7341.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Vôo que corre pelo céu de cores<br />Em direção ao por do sol<br />Em meio às arvores<br />Folhas caídas no chão<br />Galhos secos que sonham<br />Que traz de volta a chuva<br />Ele continua a percorrer<br />Agora conhece a direção<br />Agora conhece você<br />Anoitece<br />E as luzes permanecem<br />Vindo do alto<br />De onde tudo é revelado<br />Ele sabe onde está<br />Ele sabe onde procurar<br />E em seu caminho há vida, flores e luz...<br /><br />Rabiscado por: Letícia Sicsú</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Foto: Letícia Sicsú<br />Ouvindo Train – Calling All Angels</span></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-66117452582594236342009-10-19T17:11:00.000-07:002011-03-03T07:41:44.321-08:00No ar...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimas4LFL_jrmdpHXuB2hdwOBAqm4GDvdOVSDtgvOlLhBJz2tb44TXHwVSLzTalrXbOKHV0kwDgzIdXxIxvmnGeW5zD_KNUjg_MnM4AjwnAsEpzfVd4L96go2iL_l0iDIfNRSiTCFUR5e4/s1600-h/_LET6217.JPG"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394471805994086498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimas4LFL_jrmdpHXuB2hdwOBAqm4GDvdOVSDtgvOlLhBJz2tb44TXHwVSLzTalrXbOKHV0kwDgzIdXxIxvmnGeW5zD_KNUjg_MnM4AjwnAsEpzfVd4L96go2iL_l0iDIfNRSiTCFUR5e4/s400/_LET6217.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Saber voar<br />Com os pés fora do ar<br />Expressão<br />Liberdade sem fim<br />Devaneios<br />Desejos jogados la de cima<br />Alto e sublime<br />Olhos abertos e fechados<br />Seguros perto de ti<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Rabiscado por: Letícia Sicsú</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span><br /></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-45057877937909895622009-10-15T20:21:00.000-07:002009-10-15T20:55:40.121-07:00Ainda não sei...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0hqd_D6oALlGGRl0NDC21vb3NYGDmmzR1LHuSU8saTclbhAcPbVkISPZlvhLCUbzYRTCHDlsrswy1esuBwtQw1FGyeDS-7A6aOMesv9M7nu6yak4PoemZstT4SaC4ZQIxGPVXqXDLmk/s1600-h/_LET5602+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393041254445123698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0hqd_D6oALlGGRl0NDC21vb3NYGDmmzR1LHuSU8saTclbhAcPbVkISPZlvhLCUbzYRTCHDlsrswy1esuBwtQw1FGyeDS-7A6aOMesv9M7nu6yak4PoemZstT4SaC4ZQIxGPVXqXDLmk/s400/_LET5602+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbnc-zkvC9JTl8myvpCpXiL3QwOJd8xlnX5Ca0VGC-ON9tGAVw8IEJixUGOVEU2nEIspTDbYoM74ERFY4jmseZllfFl5lbU7wZolJsIOSECwKXXGNbkdikHHc0SH27QKpP6E_lUNr9q8/s1600-h/_LET5602+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiqOlr5NIHnwceWaxd2GRfo1w1KOvtkMUssCEQByRyNM5JASr1tzygQq5wL19FZMJ-WznPJ4Mi903PwItncW8WfRAMovRYVEShDIdN0FtHl0LN3e0byb_8IRzT6x1CaNqoni_73plpaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0298.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ouvindo essa musica...<br />Percebi que os sonhos<br />Sim, eles se tornam preto e branco<br />Ao dormir<br />Sua melodia ouço<br />Em um tempo de loucura<br />Em dores incuráveis<br />Uma parede escura<br />O que sempre vejo<br />São as sombras que caminham<br />Escondidas<br />Trêmulas<br />Correndo das grades<br />Frias...que as sustentam<br />Encontrando lá, pinturas<br />Cores que nascem e renascem...</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Rabiscado por: Letícia Sicsú</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span> </div></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-10578791244356037532009-10-13T21:20:00.000-07:002009-10-13T21:35:44.647-07:00Noites com sol...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_m7ScpXwbx4izpGN7RpWQ0C5FK9n5e2QX_N4QOGfoad5O2U1mtRRG-jLg5LVXikrKbadnqWBMUKWcepStsyqIDDBnVpwULJQMRDEqa1ltF-gYavNT-Wm4lUQmPt15SYwsX7hzHN1eT0/s1600-h/_LET5051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392307966170948722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_m7ScpXwbx4izpGN7RpWQ0C5FK9n5e2QX_N4QOGfoad5O2U1mtRRG-jLg5LVXikrKbadnqWBMUKWcepStsyqIDDBnVpwULJQMRDEqa1ltF-gYavNT-Wm4lUQmPt15SYwsX7hzHN1eT0/s400/_LET5051.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Uma vida para ser<br />Uma vida para estar aqui<br />Uma vida que tem um fim<br />Não apenas uma lagrima<br />Não apenas uma dor<br />Mas sim um sorriso<br />Uma alegria<br />Não preciso dizer<br />Não preciso expressar<br />Apenas sentir<br />Sensações que freqüentemente mudam de lugar<br />Seus pensamentos como vento são<br />Correm por aí e... voltam<br />Voltam para o coração que não é de papel!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Rabiscado por: Letícia Sicsú</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-84490624507606596482009-08-12T12:56:00.001-07:002009-08-12T13:03:48.281-07:00Palavras? Pra que?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTK1MewuXD_TAWkhSkhh5oo11W0DAP4_W60zeA32LGPXOkgwxeXq51QMF2OgnGKSXfN1Pzj-FLX4pffYYvdieWteN6cpINXbYwfk-5WDtJVT41L27agmlWkcND4tCQYJGniFrYQagbg7A/s1600-h/DSC_2418.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTK1MewuXD_TAWkhSkhh5oo11W0DAP4_W60zeA32LGPXOkgwxeXq51QMF2OgnGKSXfN1Pzj-FLX4pffYYvdieWteN6cpINXbYwfk-5WDtJVT41L27agmlWkcND4tCQYJGniFrYQagbg7A/s400/DSC_2418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369169016267693954" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;">Foto: Letícia Sicsú</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;color:#840084;" >e-mail - leticiasicsu@gmail.com</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;color:#840084;" >celular - 8457 9353</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;color:#840084;" >Portifólio:<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> www.flickr.com/leticiasicsu</span></span><br /></div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-47244486658136520252009-07-30T09:07:00.000-07:002009-07-30T09:17:44.090-07:00Reação!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_cdm35PIDEVZzFoyhvTeerxYa7I1_9puXzndyOjum_knprCuATBtIsdVzdCnJJDSrKCXBz0zsCUqWRSXMaEUOnSS4clGHtfLqI1fOpAC1Jm6JxHhFq_j-kLxFUcpZPBg4hyphenhyphen0yYUSVR8/s1600-h/DSC_1126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_cdm35PIDEVZzFoyhvTeerxYa7I1_9puXzndyOjum_knprCuATBtIsdVzdCnJJDSrKCXBz0zsCUqWRSXMaEUOnSS4clGHtfLqI1fOpAC1Jm6JxHhFq_j-kLxFUcpZPBg4hyphenhyphen0yYUSVR8/s400/DSC_1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364287062882695234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mãos que formigam<br />Dor que da mente vem<br />Penetra no coração<br />Amanhã oculto<br />Frio além da imaginação<br />Descanso sem encontro<br />Presença mínima que conforta<br />Um cansaço interminável...<br /><br />Rabiscado por: Letícia sicsú<br />Foto: Letícia Sicsú</div>Letícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-56897464733167591842009-07-26T21:57:00.000-07:002009-07-26T22:04:55.166-07:00Nada!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSQfaiY1xTFKt4I2Ea9lO47lmxLq2t1rRdQmUHYXBzWD_R77PcVAavyNVjLEIcFoMpJoaH2P68o2gjrjonsZxJRej3oyNCa7RXzADvZFiwvDiuj57Z6bYclKV78D4TdqN1xKXuVGVof4/s1600-h/DSC_0223.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSQfaiY1xTFKt4I2Ea9lO47lmxLq2t1rRdQmUHYXBzWD_R77PcVAavyNVjLEIcFoMpJoaH2P68o2gjrjonsZxJRej3oyNCa7RXzADvZFiwvDiuj57Z6bYclKV78D4TdqN1xKXuVGVof4/s400/DSC_0223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363000591192289282" /></a><br />Sentimento assim<br />Sem um lugar<br />Onde possa pousar<br /><br />Vazia de si<br />E dentro de mim<br />Sem um olhar para encontrar<br />Aqui e em outro lugar <br />Para onde quer que se vá<br /><br />O ouvir que ouço<br />E hoje sinto<br />O não saber e seu querer<br /><br />Mente perturbada <br />Contato que cala<br />Sem espaço para fala<br /><br />Profundezas que mergulham<br />Em palavras<br />Sem significado<br />Sem razão de ser<br /><br />Um movimento<br />Que rodeia<br />Que persiste <br />E por fim<br />Não existe.<br /><br />Rabiscado por: Letícia Sicsú<br />Foto: Letícia SicsúLetícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687650479373910218.post-501096829828145052009-06-26T11:58:00.000-07:002011-03-03T07:43:11.777-08:00Assim!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFG9-pGmdTtPL0E-XW9LFdPShBEBp0n0wwrS5lp-JclDH7TOptWsSB6voMCpfFJuNFSh47nIbon98f2UQESN1HrwUYdUUP_41NfKe9slQ6gieU-JRbXyY7iCaZlMSwMf2yb0At1SEotA/s1600-h/DSC07447.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFG9-pGmdTtPL0E-XW9LFdPShBEBp0n0wwrS5lp-JclDH7TOptWsSB6voMCpfFJuNFSh47nIbon98f2UQESN1HrwUYdUUP_41NfKe9slQ6gieU-JRbXyY7iCaZlMSwMf2yb0At1SEotA/s400/DSC07447.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351716422962445234" /></a><br />Viver o sonho<br />Crer e esperar<br />Em seu tempo acreditar.<br />Aguardar o dia...<br />Que se aproxima!<br />A tarde que inicia...<br />A noite que silencia!<br />Absurdo!<br />Abstrato!<br />Emoção inigualável!<br />Reviver o sonho<br />Hoje...realidade<br />Concreto!<br />Simples!<br />Pedaços pequenos e amáveis...<br /><br />Rabiscado por: Letícia Sicsú<br />Foto: Letícia SicsúLetícia Sicsúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151950823918900851noreply@blogger.com0