tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78933807948723167812024-03-13T16:03:54.987-07:00Aromas & PerfumesDe acordo com a mitologia grega, o perfume foi criação de Vênus. "Certa vez, a deusa da beleza teria ferido o dedo e deixado cair uma gota de sangue sobre uma rosa. Cupido, o deus do amor, com um beijo na flor teria selado a alquimia, transformando o sangue em fragrância."Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-25922803632301131682015-12-19T11:13:00.002-08:002015-12-19T11:13:40.697-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span>Esses tesouros, esses móveis, esse luxo,
essa ordem, esses perfumes, essas flores miraculosas - és tu. Ainda és
tu, esses grandes rios e canais tranquilos. Os enormes navios que eles
levam, todos carregados de riquezas e de onde sobem os cantos monótonos
da manobra, são meus pensamentos que dormem ou resolvem-se no teu peito.
Suavemente, tu os conduzes para o mar que é o infinito, espelhando as
profundezas do céu na limpidez da tua bela alma; e quando, cansados do
marulho e abarrotados de produtos do Oriente, eles regressam ao porto
natal, são de novo meus pensamentos enriquecidos que voltam do infinito a
ti.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Que demônio benévolo é esse que me deixou assim envolto em mistério, em silêncio, em paz e perfumes?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"E quando cansada</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">e me dá bom dia...todo dia.."</span></div>
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Luciete Valente</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-50145684812926614772015-02-26T05:05:00.000-08:002015-02-26T05:05:25.975-08:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Que o dia surja como manhã de primavera, florindo delicadezas em cada tic tac do relógio.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Gitano...mi alma esta afixiada<br />sin la tuya, no respira...<br />tantas veces en sueños, mi alma volo como un pajaro...<br />como un pajaro de luz<br />te buscó en la luna...<br />las estrellas...hasta en el sol...<br />Gitano...cuantas veces ese amor florecio en nuestras almas...<br />son tantas, que no las puedo contar<br />un amor eterno...<br />un amor como el infinito...<br />Gitano...el perfume de todas las flores están en nuestras almas...<br />en toda la eternidad, mi alma procurará por la tuya...<br />para sentir el perfume de flores que aún lo tenemos...<br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Remédio para dormir... Porque para sonhar só careço de um perfume.<br />Marcelo Soriano</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-43025730695248811482013-08-20T08:56:00.001-07:002013-08-20T08:56:28.861-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Na brisa pesco perfumes...<br />Marcelo Soriano</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-17604952237803468192013-08-19T18:55:00.001-07:002013-08-19T18:55:52.062-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Livraria: perfumaria do intelecto.<br />Marcelo Soriano</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-84532877913786029172013-02-17T08:11:00.001-08:002013-02-17T08:11:54.695-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Perfume perfeito é o cheiro de alguém no frasco da memória.<br />Marcelo Soriano</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-4676954253870188752013-02-17T08:10:00.002-08:002013-02-17T08:10:40.794-08:00Perfume<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />o perfume, a pálida
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quando eu a dormitar, num íntimo abandono,<br />Respiro o doce olor do teu colo abrasante,<br />Vejo desenrolar paisagem deslumbrante<br />Na auréola de luz d'um triste sol de outono;<br /><br />Um éden terreal, uma indolente ilha<br />Com plantas tropicais e frutos saborosos;<br />Onde há homens gentis, fortes e vigorosos,<br />E mulher's cujo olhar honesto maravilha.<br /><br />Conduz-me o teu perfume às paragens mais belas;<br />Vejo um porto ideal cheio de caravelas<br />Vindas de percorrer países estrangeiros;<br /><br />E o perfume subtil do verde tamarindo,<br />Que circula no ar e que eu vou exaurindo,<br />Vem juntar-se em minh'alma à voz dos marinheiros.<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-89329052402403982352013-02-17T08:08:00.000-08:002013-02-17T08:08:36.291-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Podemos não ver a flor, mas jamais esquecemos o perfume.”<br />Edson Rufo</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-60732925891107178402013-02-13T16:10:00.000-08:002013-02-13T16:10:50.881-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lembrar-te é momento perfumado.<br />Marcelo Soriano</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-35044680446892940412013-01-22T07:10:00.000-08:002013-03-12T19:31:29.422-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Feliz daquele que sentiu o perfume do que perdeu<br />Ditado sufi</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-19715015334062277372013-01-22T07:03:00.000-08:002013-01-22T07:03:23.572-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O perfume é um desejo intocável.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />M. M. Soriano</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-88103594366831283902013-01-22T06:59:00.001-08:002013-01-22T06:59:24.022-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amo-te como quem ama a rosa<br />Me aproximo<br />Sinto teu perfume<br />Rego-te<br />Te admiro<br />Mas não te tomo para mim<br />Pois ao tomar-te para mim<br />Eu veria tua beleza dissipando-se diante de mim<br />Faço-me, portanto, beija-flor<br />E beijo-te apenas<br />Nunca te carrego comigo<br />- Levo-te apenas dentro de mim...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Augusto Branco</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-65244589784693586602013-01-22T06:54:00.000-08:002013-01-22T06:54:31.923-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Duvide do brilho das estrelas<br />Duvide do perfume de uma flor<br />Duvide de todas as verdades<br />Mas nunca duvide do meu amor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> [Adaptação Hamlet]<br />William Shakespeare</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-82373980152993903452013-01-22T03:17:00.000-08:002013-01-22T06:48:01.556-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Que demônio benévolo é esse que me deixou assim envolto em mistério, em silêncio, em paz e perfumes?<br />Charles Baudelaire</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-63303960956381422862013-01-01T13:41:00.001-08:002013-01-01T13:41:49.216-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Assim como o perfume é a expressão da flor, o pensamento é o perfume do espírito. " <br /><br /> Joaquim Manuel de Macedo </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-91863980150816414202013-01-01T13:40:00.002-08:002013-01-01T13:40:54.136-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Johnny Kwergiu</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-14187324048117139412013-01-01T13:40:00.000-08:002013-01-01T13:40:22.303-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sua boca sopra dentro da minha um turbilhão de poemas, melodias e perfumes que duram um beijo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Leandro Cesaroni</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-39538761542904672542013-01-01T13:39:00.000-08:002013-01-01T13:39:40.378-08:00Jasmins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jazzmim<br />Jaz em mim<br />Dormem em mim<br />Música, perfumes e delicadezas<br /><br />De vez em quando<br />Você os acorda</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Andreia Clara Galvão</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-11023599578711335792012-12-08T02:27:00.000-08:002012-12-08T02:27:51.142-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A biblioteca é um mar de rosas cabisbaixas a fabricar perfumes.<br />M. M. Soriano</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893380794872316781.post-27125225325259898272012-11-30T08:24:00.002-08:002013-01-22T06:51:06.875-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"A felicidade é um aroma, um ruído de festa; leva-os o vento, e despedaçam-se as cordas."<br />Carmen Sylva</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0