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<span style="font-size: large;">Na curva da primavera,<br />
no alto da montanha,<br />
abelhas fabricam mel.<br />
zumbem, dançam, rodopiam,<br />
cantam para as flores<br />
o azul do dia.</span><br />
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Roseana Murray</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-3609640218966995192014-08-15T12:27:00.000-03:002014-08-15T12:27:05.795-03:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Uma boa abelha não pousa em flores murchas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Provérbio português</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-49989690699589518912014-04-13T10:25:00.000-03:002014-04-13T10:25:03.028-03:00Abelhas<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Gotas de luz e perfume,<br />Leves, tênues, delicadas,<br />Acesas no doce lume<br />De purpúreas alvoradas.<br /><br />Pingos de ouro cristalinos<br />Alados na esfera, ondeando,<br />Dispersos por entre os hinos,<br />Da natureza vibrando.<br /><br />Sorrisos aéreos, soltos,<br />Flavas asas radiantes,<br />Que levam consigo envoltos<br />Da aurora os sóis fecundantes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Da aurora que a primavera<br />Faz cantar, brota no peito<br />E floresce em folhas de hera<br />O coração satisfeito.<br /><br />Essa aurora produtiva<br />Do amor soberano e eterno,<br />Que é nas almas força viva<br />E nas abelhas falerno.<br /><br />Nas doudejantes abelhas<br />Que dentre flores volitam<br />E do sol entre as centelhas<br />Resplendem, fulgem, palpitam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zumbem, fervem nas colméias<br />E rumorejam no enxame<br />Pelas flóridas aléias<br />Onde um prado se derrame.<br /><br />Assim mesmo pequeninas<br />E quase invisíveis, quase,<br />Com as suas asitas finas,<br />De etérea de fluida gaze.<br /><br />Ah! quanto são adoráveis<br />Os favos que elas fabricam!<br />Com que graças inefáveis<br />Se geram, se multiplicam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nos afãs industriosos<br />Que enlevo, que encanto vê-las<br />Com seus corpos luminosos<br />D′iriante brilho d′estrelas.<br /><br />E nas ondas murmurosas<br />Dos peregrinos adejos<br />Vão dar ao lábio das rosas<br />O mel doirado dos beijos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cruz e Souza</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-33257062130674361212014-02-17T10:43:00.001-03:002014-02-17T10:43:11.191-03:00Bonjour!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Seja como a abelha, presa na armadilha das pétalas do
lótus que se fecham. O Senhor de Mira é o galante Shiva. Ela diz:
Ofereça sua mente a esses pés de lótus. <br />Como o lótus vive na água,
eu vivo em ti. Como o pássaro que contempla a noite inteira a lua que
passa, eu me perdi, morando em ti..."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />(Poema escrito por Bhakta indiana Mirabai)</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-46999897641344219112013-09-19T23:21:00.000-03:002013-09-19T23:21:50.447-03:00Cemitério<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Este pó foram damas, cavalheiros,<br />Rapazes e meninas;<br />Foi riso, foi espírito e suspiro,<br />Vestidos, tranças finas.<br />Este lugar foram jardins que abelhas<br />E flores alegraram.<br />Findo o verão, findava o seu destino...<br />E como estes, passaram.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Emily Dickinson</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />(Antologia da Poesia Americana, Ediouro, 1992 - RJ, Brasil. Tradução de Manuel Bandeira)</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-55630174604213989992013-09-19T23:20:00.000-03:002013-09-19T23:20:23.989-03:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Polvilha de oiro e de prata<br />O campo, o bosque, o vergel;<br />Aos seus lábios de escarlata<br />Vai buscar a abelha o mel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Guerra Junqueiro</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-42949013314768972762013-06-09T14:48:00.001-03:002013-06-09T14:48:10.771-03:00O encontro abelha e a flor<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">De vastos campos de excelência de palmares,<br />Lindas e florida de cores das lindas das cores de uma primavera,..<br />Aprendereis entre as abelhas livres e soltas<br />O sugar do doce néctar para produção do doce mel,..<br />Aprenderei entre as abelhas o beijo da flor,..<br />Ao beijar aos lábios como flor doce,..<br />Entregar ao mel aos lábios deleitados feito o véu,.<br />A abelha e fonte de vida<br />Como vida exala amor a flor,..<br />Mensageira do amor,..<br />Do dar e receber! Da necessidade de um êxtase<br />De ambas da abelha e a flor,..<br />O néctar e o beijo doce,..<br />Onde plantas o amor.<br /><br />Autor:Ed.Cruz </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-82302625402334845992013-06-04T23:10:00.000-03:002013-06-04T23:10:30.432-03:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sob o caramanchão de glicínia lilás<br />As abelhas e eu<br />Tontas de perfume<br /><br />Lá no alto as abelhas<br />Doiradas e pequenas<br />Não se ocupavam de mim<br />Iam de flor em flor<br />E cá em baixo eu<br />Sentada no banco de azulejos<br />Entre penumbra e luz<br />Flor e perfume<br />Tão ávida como as abelhas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-38699831033410479722013-03-22T14:08:00.003-03:002013-06-09T14:48:35.462-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Gotas de luz e perfume,<br />
Leves, tênues, delicadas, <br />
Acesas no doce lume<br />
De purpúreas alvoradas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">Pingos de ouro cristalinos <br />
Alados na esfera, ondeando, <br />
Dispersos por entre os hinos,<br />
Da natureza vibrando.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">Sorrisos aéreos, soltos, <br />
Flavas asas radiantes,<br />
Que levam consigo envoltos<br />
Da aurora os sóis fecundantes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">Da aurora que a primavera<br />
Faz cantar, brota no peito<br />
E floresce em folhas de hera<br />
O coração satisfeito.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">Essa aurora produtiva<br />
Do amor soberano e eterno, <br />
Que é nas almas força viva <br />
E nas abelhas falerno.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">Nas doudejantes abelhas<br />
Que dentre flores volitam<br />
E do sol entre as centelhas<br />
Resplendem, fulgem, palpitam.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">Zumbem, fervem nas colméias<br />
E rumorejam no enxame<br />
Pelas flóridas aléias<br />
Onde um prado se derrame.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">Assim mesmo pequeninas <br />
E quase invisíveis, quase, <br />
Com as suas asitas finas,<br />
De etérea de fluida gaze.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">Ah! quanto são adoráveis<br />
Os favos que elas fabricam!<br />
Com que graças inefáveis<br />
Se geram, se multiplicam.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">Nos afãs industriosos<br />
Que enlevo, que encanto vê-las<br />
Com seus corpos luminosos <br />
D'iriante brilho d'estrelas.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">E nas ondas murmurosas<br />
Dos peregrinos adejos<br />
Vão dar ao lábio das rosas<br />
O mel doirado dos beijos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sempre que o Sol <br />Pinta de anil <br />Todo o céu <br />O girassol <br />Fica um gentil <br />Carrossel. </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />O girassol é o carrossel das abelhas. </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />Pretas e vermelhas <br />Ali ficam elas <br />Brincando, fedelhas <br />Nas pétalas amarelas. </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />- Vamos brincar de carrossel, pessoal? </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />- "Roda, roda, carrossel <br />Roda, roda, rodador <br />Vai rodando, dando mel <br />Vai rodando, dando flor." </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />- Marimbondo não pode ir que é bicho mau! <br />- Besouro é muito pesado! <br />- Borboleta tem que fingir de borboleta na entrada! <br />- Dona Cigarra fica tocando seu realejo! </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />- "Roda, roda, carrossel <br />Gira, gira, girassol <br />Redondinho como o céu <br />Marelinho como o Sol." </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />E o girassol vai girando dia afora... </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />O girassol é o carrossel das abelhas. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vinicius de Moraes </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-60731132297872290952013-03-22T13:35:00.001-03:002013-03-22T13:35:19.715-03:00Destino <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quem disse à estrela o caminho<br />Que ela há-de seguir no céu?<br />A fabricar o seu ninho<br />Como é que a ave aprendeu?<br />Quem diz à planta «Florece!»<br />E ao mudo verme que tece<br />Sua mortalha de seda<br />Os fios quem lhos enreda?<br /><br />Ensinou alguém à abelha<br />Que no prado anda a zumbir<br />Se à flor branca ou à vermelha<br />O seu mel há-de ir pedir?<br />Que eras tu meu ser, querida,<br />Teus olhos a minha vida,<br />Teu amor todo o meu bem...<br />Ai!, não mo disse ninguém.<br /><br />Como a abelha corre ao prado,<br />Como no céu gira a estrela,<br />Como a todo o ente o seu fado<br />Por instinto se revela,<br />Eu no teu seio divino .<br />Vim cumprir o meu destino...<br />Vim, que em ti só sei viver,<br />Só por ti posso morrer.<br /><br />Almeida Garrett</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-9794956020861632542013-03-22T13:35:00.000-03:002013-03-22T13:35:13.271-03:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Uma pergunta curiosa,<br />Não me dirás, flor vermelha,<br />porque é que Deus te fez Rosa<br />e a mim não fez abelha... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Guerra Junqueiro </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-32164928922899508572013-03-22T13:23:00.001-03:002013-03-22T13:23:17.637-03:00Abelha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A uma papoila vermelha<br />Confio o olhar:<br />Guloso dela,o meu olhar é como uma abelha.<br /><br />A que havia eu, senão a ela,de o confiar?<br />A uma papoila vermelha<br />me dou inteiro,<br />que do sol,além do ímpeto,tem o cheiro.<br /><br /><br />Armindo Magalhães</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-8326931443338426432013-03-22T13:18:00.000-03:002013-03-22T13:18:21.128-03:00A flor, a abelha e o mel<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ainda a flor sorria<br />Do beijo que a abelha deu<br />Outra abelha lhe pedia<br />Um pouco do pólen seu<br /><br />Mais um sorriso surgiu<br />Pelo gesto carinhoso<br />E logo depois partiu<br />Com seu manjar guloso<br /><br />Junta-se à abelha anterior<br />No voo para a colmeia<br />Numa aliança em puro anel<br /><br />São percursos de amor<br />Que a natureza incendeia<br />E nos dão o saboroso mel<br /><br /><br />António MR Martins<br /></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-57496428258520231602013-03-22T13:15:00.000-03:002013-03-22T13:15:00.456-03:00Os Amores da Abelha <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quando, em prônubo anseio, a abelha as asas solta<br />E escala o espaço, - ardendo, êxul do corcho céreo,<br />Louca, se precipita a sussurrante escolta<br />Dos noivos zonzos, voando ao nupcial mistério.<br /><br />Em breve, sucumbindo, o enxame arqueja, e volta...<br />Mas o mais forte, um só, senhor do excelso império,<br />Segue a esquiva, e, em zunzum zeloso de revolta,<br />Entoa o epitalâmio e o cântico funéreo:<br /><br />Toca-a, fecunda-a, e vence, e morre na vitória...<br />A esposa, livre, ao sol, no alto do firmamento,<br />Palra, e, rainha e mie, zumbe de orgulho e glória;<br /><br />E, rodopiando, inerte, o suicida sublime,<br />Entre as bênçãos da luz e os hosanas do vento,<br />Rola, mártir feliz do delicioso crime.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A aaaaaaabelha mestra<br />E aaaaaaas abelhinhas<br />Estão toooooooodas prontinhas<br />Pra iiiiiiir para a festa.<br /><br />Num zune que zune<br />Lá vão pro jardim<br />Brincar com a cravina<br />Valsar com o jasmim.<br /><br />Da rosa pro cravo<br />Do cravo pra rosa<br />Da rosa pro favo<br />Volta pro cravo.<br /><br />Venham ver como dão mel<br />As abelhinhas do céu! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quando comunga, a alma se impregna<br />do bálsamo do amor, como a abelha<br />do perfume das flores.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />São João Maria Vianney.</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-35396600668030549252013-03-12T09:58:00.001-03:002013-03-12T09:58:30.319-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">As abelhas e as vespas sugam as mesmas flores, mas não sabem encontrar nelas o mesmo mel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A abelha tristonha,<br />fauna e flora devastadas,<br />produz mel amargo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Leila Míccolis</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-67583435954029992592013-02-27T22:48:00.003-03:002013-02-27T22:48:41.186-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Não é merecedor do favo de mel aquele que evita a colméia porque as abelhas têm ferrões.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />William Shakespeare</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498826234322973723.post-33903337533109523412013-02-27T22:47:00.001-03:002013-02-27T22:47:37.363-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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