tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67182015750374627552011-04-21T18:26:14.933-07:00Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-41961741837963282962009-01-25T06:10:00.000-08:002009-01-25T06:11:37.841-08:00Os sabores do Outono<br /><br /><br /> Estava eu<br /> Pousada<br /> Numa folha<br /> Que caía<br /> Pelo vento<br /> Intenso e<br /> Sombrio,<br /> Olhando para<br /> Os sabores<br /> Das cores<br /> Enquanto<br /> Se misturavam<br /> Com a alegria<br /> Do sol<br /> Que despertava<br /> A felicidade<br /> Da terra.<br /><br /><br />Catarina Norte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-4196174183796328296?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-50851206370618455732008-09-12T13:17:00.000-07:002008-09-14T06:12:51.013-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SMrO0U11LZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dt9IAWyg0GY/s1600-h/baby_456%5B1%5D.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245232114369375634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SMrO0U11LZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dt9IAWyg0GY/s320/baby_456%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>dedique mais tempo ás suas crianças,em vez de um peluche conviva com ela de modo a que possa crescer feliz.</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-5085120637061845573?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-15446295357207348022008-09-10T10:59:00.000-07:002008-09-14T06:14:22.386-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SMgLTCRKn-I/AAAAAAAAACw/UFDu-tQOPs4/s1600-h/cachorro+cinzento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244454187727232994" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 139px; height: 122px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SMgLTCRKn-I/AAAAAAAAACw/UFDu-tQOPs4/s320/cachorro+cinzento.jpg" border="0" height="149" width="196" /></a><br /><br />Um cachorrinho<br />com uma lágrima pendurada<br />queria um miminho<br />das tuas mãos de fada<br /><br />Com aquele pelo macio<br />e com cara de mimalho<br />Estava cheio de frio<br />no meio do orvalho<br /><br />Com aquele nariz<br />a farejar<br />logo ficou feliz<br />pois tu estavas ali para o acarinhar.<br /><br /><em>Mais ninguém o queria.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-1544629535720734802?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-49762026322903300282008-09-04T01:27:00.000-07:002008-09-06T12:14:41.671-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SMLVChqTCZI/AAAAAAAAACI/4FX82Biykwk/s1600-h/imagemcaty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SMLVChqTCZI/AAAAAAAAACI/4FX82Biykwk/s320/imagemcaty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242987155584911762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>Enquanto dormias<br />Num sonho profundo <br />Sentia as tuas palavras<br />Numa poção misturada<br />Sentimentos sem fim<br />Paixões a desabrocharem<br />Mas não,<br />Acordaste<br />E o dia acabou.<br /><br /><br />Catarina Norte – 9 anos<br />1º poema premiado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-4976202632290330028?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-30792586211033580792008-09-03T03:04:00.000-07:002008-10-05T19:55:41.317-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SL9I5ca7XSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2rJQ84VI1RQ/s1600-h/Warren21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SL9I5ca7XSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2rJQ84VI1RQ/s320/Warren21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241988643001425186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Os tempos velhos"<br /><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Na história</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enrugada,<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Dum pobre velho</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> A luz do sol </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Acariciava</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Aquele brilho</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Dos seus olhos,</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Com paixões</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Imaculadas,</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Que ninguém</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Já mais teria</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Era a relíquia,</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Que todos</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Recordavam,</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> De bengala</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Desde o sempre</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Sem meta,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Valiosas belezas</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Que só ele</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Viu,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">(Passado).</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /> Catarina Norte(9anos)</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> 11-7-08</span></span><div style="text-align: right;"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-3079258621103358079?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-36331827372706489862008-09-03T01:46:00.000-07:002008-09-03T01:47:25.750-07:00isto parece não querer funcionar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-3633182737270648986?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-32783936070720533892008-09-03T01:41:00.000-07:002008-09-03T01:43:57.116-07:00Vou ver se percebo como se faz. É o meu primeiro blog e eu só sei escrever nos meus cadernos escolares, também os meus livros e os meus poemas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-3278393607072053389?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-26413251405458725402008-08-31T03:02:00.000-07:002008-08-31T03:16:03.954-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SLptYgocDPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pCbtibaLj6Q/s1600-h/Catarina+Norte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzLd-Lr-ad4/SLptYgocDPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pCbtibaLj6Q/s320/Catarina+Norte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240621384242826482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma história onde os livros povoam o imaginário de uma criança,habitado pela leitura,que deseja um Mundo sem Solidão.<br /> ***<br /> Catarina Norte</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-2641325140545872540?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718201575037462755.post-17304578075879928172008-08-30T14:31:00.000-07:002008-08-31T04:25:09.190-07:00<div><embed src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;il=1&amp;channel=288230376168081547&amp;site=widget-8b.slide.com" style="width: 450px; height: 356px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width: 450px; text-align: left;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718201575037462755-1730457807587992817?l=cnorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606614384973400662noreply@blogger.com0