tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62827122011-04-21T16:23:23.666-07:00LITERATUREBlog with love poetry, Brazilian short stories, Brazilian messages, etc. by Wanderlino Arruda, Montes Claros, Minas Gerais, BrazilPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1138627018145492312006-01-30T05:16:00.001-08:002006-01-30T05:17:08.716-08:00 L’AMOUR Wanderlino ArrudaAimer,aimer tellêment,aimer toutes les heures,aimer toujours.Aimant toujours la vie,t’aimer, mon Amour,parce que aimer c’est vivre.Comme toi, j’aime la vie,je vis pour l’amour.De tout ce que se produit,au milleu de la souffrance, au miles de la joie, au milleu de l’espoir,j’adore ton amour,j’adore ton sourire.CRONICAS AMOR E POESIA MONTES CLAROSCULTURA VIRTUAL POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1138626976566026162006-01-30T05:16:00.000-08:002006-01-30T05:16:24.536-08:00 IMAGES ET ILLUSIONS Wanderlino ArrudaLe voyage rêveur des minutes s’allument,vol d’éclat vorace et chaud,foudre la vibration qui bout toujours dans la majesté.Couler sur la couler,couler dans la couler,images-illusions plus que réeles.Qui sait le temps?Qui rend compte maintenant?Aujour’hui est amplitude plus qu’hier et moins que demain,moins que demain.L’espoir explose!ELOS CLUBE DE MONTES POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1138626938771497792006-01-30T05:15:00.000-08:002006-01-30T05:15:58.430-08:00b> CAUSE DE L’AMOURWanderlino ArrudaSur tes côtés,près de toi,bien près de toi,je sens une joie heureuse,cause du grand Amour enveloppé et tendre,douce comme un rêveau milieu de la nuit.Tu és beautééclat et lumière, teint mate,yeux d’emeraud,un enchantment.Ta douce presencereveille en moiLe savoureux gout de la vie,Cause évidente de l’amour!WANDER ONE CONNECTING BR SONETO MUSICA TROPICAL POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1138626891904669192006-01-30T05:14:00.000-08:002006-01-30T05:15:10.240-08:00 PLONGER DANS L’INFINIWanderlino ArrudaDe l’amitieé,de l’amour,c’est la présence de l’absent,c’est douler savoureuse,la douleur heureuse,que va directement au couer.Se sentir saudade?C’est de vouloir bien prés de soile bien-aimé.C’est penser à aller,voulant révenir,c’est chercher à voi.Sentir saudade est de plonger dans l’infini,et penétrer dans la solitude,recherchant la compagnie,imaginant des POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1138626791229945432006-01-30T05:12:00.000-08:002006-01-30T05:14:28.636-08:00 DIEU TE BÉNIT, MONTES CLAROS Wanderlino ArrudaDieu te bénit, Montes Claros, Dieu te protège,dans le progrèsdans la croissance, dans la poésie,dans ta musique de seresta,dans ton bonheur, qui est ta vertu principale.Tu es humaine, Tu possèdes la beauté,Tu sais aimer et souffrir, Et comment espérer un futur meilleur .Tu es chère, admirée et jamais oubliée, Tu es une ville pleine de POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319547676522182006-01-03T12:18:00.001-08:002006-01-03T12:19:07.676-08:00VOTRE CHARMEWanderlino ArrudaVotre charme,est un joli moment de la creationqui mon existente a.Votre charmeest sagesse de bien vivre.Votre charmeinspire la paixdans une tendresse heureuse.Votre charmeme fait du bien,beaucoup de bien,d’être dans ce mondeet dans votre vie! http://www.wanderlino.com http://www.culture.kit.net/ http://www.wanderlino.net/ http://www.wanderlino.com.br/ http://POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319518319884482006-01-03T12:18:00.000-08:002006-01-03T12:18:38.320-08:00ENTRE LA TERRE ET LE CIELWanderlino ArrudaL’éclat de ta joie,la couler verte de tes yeux,je t’adore.Entre la terre et le ciel,j’aime les fleurs,la brise et la lumière,des nombreux enfants,de l’amour lui-même.Mais, par dessu de tout,plus que tout,c’est toi, ma bien-aimée,ma vie, mon Amour!http://www.wanderlino.com http://www.culture.kit.net/ http://www.wanderlino.net/ http://www.wanderlino.com.br/POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319485739359952006-01-03T12:17:00.001-08:002006-01-03T12:18:05.740-08:00L’AMOUR Wanderlino ArrudaAimer,aimer tellêment,aimer toutes les heures,aimer toujours.Aimant toujours la vie,t’aimer, mon Amour,parce que aimer c’est vivre.Comme toi, j’aime la vie,je vis pour l’amour.De tout ce que se produit,au milleu de la souffrance, au miles de la joie, au milleu de l’espoir,j’adore ton amour,j’adore ton sourire. http://www.wanderlino.com http://www.culture.kit.net/ http://POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319459572136752006-01-03T12:17:00.000-08:002006-01-03T12:17:39.573-08:00J’ADORE TA BEAUTÉWanderlino ArrudaJ’adore ta beautéla lumière de ta sympathie,l’amour délicieux qu’il y a dans tes yeux.Un éclat,une benediction heureuse que ton âme ne peut cacher,qui te rend si jolie!Comme il est bon d’aimer la viequand je te vois aimer.Il serait si bon que nous ayon été toujours ensemble,pres l’um de l’autre,pour voi ensemble le soleil et la lune,pour sentir toutes les étoilesPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319426354163012006-01-03T12:16:00.001-08:002006-01-03T12:17:06.356-08:00IMAGES ET ILLUSIONS Wanderlino ArrudaLe voyage rêveur des minutes s’allument,vol d’éclat vorace et chaud,foudre la vibration qui bout toujours dans la majesté.Couler sur la couler,couler dans la couler,images-illusions plus que réeles.Qui sait le temps?Qui rend compte maintenant?Aujour’hui est amplitude plus qu’hier et moins que demain,moins que demain.L’espoir explose!http://www.wanderlino.com POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319396927725462006-01-03T12:16:00.000-08:002006-01-03T12:16:36.926-08:00COULEUR DE L’AMOURWanderlino ArrudaCommencement bleu de l’espace,musique de l’infini,musique à la lumière de l’âmede la pleine existente.L’horizon est poésierempli de joie,corps tendre courageux et d’une horloge du temps:les heures ont vécu,mais non mesurées.Une expèrience vivantevibration de la vie intensément peu,intensément beaucoup,nuances de la chaleur ressentie.L’emeraud bleu-vert,Pêche de POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319366500243452006-01-03T12:15:00.000-08:002006-01-03T12:16:06.500-08:00CAUSE DE L’AMOURWanderlino ArrudaSur tes côtés,près de toi,bien près de toi,je sens une joie heureuse,cause du grand Amour enveloppé et tendre,douce comme un rêveau milieu de la nuit.Tu és beautééclat et lumière, teint mate,yeux d’emeraud,un enchantment.Ta douce presencereveille en moiLe savoureux gout de la vie,Cause évidente de l’amour!http://www.wanderlino.com http://www.culture.kit.net/ http:POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319327334567912006-01-03T12:14:00.000-08:002006-01-03T12:15:27.336-08:00PLONGER DANS L’INFINIWanderlino ArrudaDe l’amitieé,de l’amour,c’est la présence de l’absent,c’est douler savoureuse,la douleur heureuse,que va directement au couer.Se sentir saudade?C’est de vouloir bien prés de soile bien-aimé.C’est penser à aller,voulant révenir,c’est chercher à voi.Sentir saudade est de plonger dans l’infini,et penétrer dans la solitude,recherchant la compagnie,imaginant des POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319285035398652006-01-03T12:13:00.001-08:002006-01-03T12:14:45.036-08:00DIEU TE BÉNIT, MONTES CLAROS Wanderlino ArrudaDieu te bénit, Montes Claros, Dieu te protège,dans le progrèsdans la croissance, dans la poésie,dans ta musique de seresta,dans ton bonheur, qui est ta vertu principale.Tu es humaine, Tu possèdes la beauté,Tu sais aimer et souffrir, Et comment espérer un futur meilleur .Tu es chère, admirée et jamais oubliée, Tu es une ville pleine de songesPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1136319256145771552006-01-03T12:13:00.000-08:002006-01-03T12:14:16.156-08:00DIEU TE BÉNIT, MONTES CLAROS Wanderlino ArrudaDieu te bénit, Montes Claros, Dieu te protège,dans le progrèsdans la croissance, dans la poésie,dans ta musique de seresta,dans ton bonheur, qui est ta vertu principale.Tu es humaine, Tu possèdes la beauté,Tu sais aimer et souffrir, Et comment espérer un futur meilleur .Tu es chère, admirée et jamais oubliée, Tu es une ville pleine de songesPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1130069015249913422005-10-23T05:01:00.000-07:002005-10-23T05:03:35.253-07:00OLHOS DE ENCANTO E SEDUÇÃO Wanderlino ArrudaTeus olhos encantam,teus olhos seduzem,teus olhos falam de amorsempre com intensa ternurados mais doces momentos.Teus olhos, divino encanto,espelham um iluminado brilhoe são esplendor de majestade.Teus olhos, minha querida,marcam inteligência e belezae faíscam os sonhos mais lindos.Teus olhos, oh doce menina,viajam múltiplos caminhose nuances POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1130005618618946992005-10-22T11:26:00.000-07:002005-10-22T11:26:58.623-07:00TENDER DREAM, PERPETUAL DREAM Wanderlino ArrudaYour beauty,your knowledge,the enchantment of your joy,your beautiful eyesand the smoothness of your gestures,the brightness of your look,your sweet and enchanting voice,the wealth of your words,everything in you, my darling,is the reason of so much loveand unforgettable dreams.One minute in your presenceis like a million centuries.Your lightPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079067486167344192004-03-11T20:57:00.000-08:002004-11-12T03:55:23.610-08:00
BRAZILIAN NATION
Wanderlino Arruda
Glory to the race,
glory to the color,
glory to the beauty of the form.
Glory, glory,
that the negro earned,
glory, glory, that the negro deserves,
soul and life of our Brazil!
Three hundred years since the valiant Zumbi,
three centuries past brave warrior,
three centuries of the growing negro nation,
in the drudgery of slavery,
in the fight for space in POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079067416777288662004-03-11T20:55:00.000-08:002004-03-11T21:00:07.623-08:00 LOVED IN VALLEYS OF HEBRON
Wanderlino Arruda
At your table, I breathe flowers
I taste shades,
I inhale dreams,
I hear my lover’s voice,
I walk in waves of love.
Charming is the dawn,
because it shines in fragrances
of the most sparkling garden.
Rain and sun!
Between bubbles of splendor,
my lover’s kiss flies sweetly,
she has the scent of myrrh
and lies upon my chest.
My lover is POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079067328092788632004-03-11T20:53:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:58:53.340-08:00MUSE AND WOMAN
Wanderlino Arruda
Yesterday’s love, today’s love,
the adored presence of life,
you are woman and muse,
muse and woman,
sweet dreams.
Poetry in many shades,
time gone uncounted,
you are gold and brilliance,
with fresh youth,
colored by the enchantment
of infinite music.
Uni-verse, lived life.
Perpetual beauty,
in love, always.
You’re playful and magical,
soft and sweet,
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079067229796701262004-03-11T20:52:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:57:00.653-08:00YOU
Wanderlino Arruda
Loving muse of my life,
my beloved woman,
near you, I’m very happy.
In you, I see only beauty,
a beauty that brings me joy.
Beside you, my love,
within your perfume,
the world is better,
life is more than sweet,
peace is calmer,
and the light is bright,
my love is great.
Beside you, my darling,
fearless, without hate,
I’m the ruler of the world,
I live to dream.
Only POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079067135695754712004-03-11T20:51:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:55:26.560-08:00 CHARM AND JOY
Wanderlino Arruda
Your charm is light that seduces
smiles full of joy,
insinuating, charming.
Enchanting charm, beautiful smiles,
delightful joy,
each time I see you, you’re more beautiful.
Your beauty parades in a clear morning aria
with sparkling majesty,
magic, seduction, magical seduction.
In your presence, time is not-time,
flight and dream, enchantment.
The hours POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079067056638358012004-03-11T20:49:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:54:07.530-08:00 IN THE STYLE OF SOLOMON
Wanderlino Arruda
More magnificent than the dawn,
you are as beautiful as Rachel,
on a rare day of peace
in lovely Jerusalem.
Intriguing are your steps,
and green is the brightness
behind your veil, the scarlet blush.
Your beauty is born and reborn
among the young trees of the valley,
where grapes sprout and blossom.
I imagine myself in a coach of dreams,
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066984081257042004-03-11T20:48:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:52:54.390-08:00SPRING SUMMER
Wanderlino Arruda
Almost pregnant of sunlight
and of an illuminated essence,
my Spring walks,
towards a waiting Summer.
If November is just coming,
I know that December won’t be long,
the weather smells of change.
The calendar, linking day and night,
never misses, never errs,
because it lives in certainty.
There will always be a today,
there will always be a tomorrow.
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066921095291742004-03-11T20:47:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:51:51.420-08:00YOU’RE MY SHEPHERD
Wanderlino Arruda
You are my shepherd:
I have all I need.
In You, I rest,
In you, I work,
In You, I rejoice.
In the pastures of the Lord,
the grass is emerald green,
the waters are at rest,
they refresh my soul.
You’re my guide,
on the trail of justice,
in love, in faith,
and in every human effort each day.
Even though I walk in the shadow
of the valley of death,
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066843596063792004-03-11T20:46:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:50:33.936-08:00YOU ARE WITH ME
Wanderlino Arruda
In truth, my Shepherd,
in truth, my Lord,
You’re always with me.
Your teachings,
Your admonitions console me.
In the presence of my adversaries,
in the presence of my friends,
in the presence of my loved ones,
goodness and love
will be with me all my life,
as long as I live.
For this reason, Lord,
and for much, much more,
Your house will be always my POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066752372033222004-03-11T20:44:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:49:20.280-08:00TO LOVE
Wanderlino Arruda
To love so much,
loving every hour,
to love always,
always loving life,
to love you,
you, my darling,
because love is living.
Loving you,
I love life,
I live for love.
For all that happens,
in the midst of suffering,
in the midst of joy,
in the midst of hope,
I adore your love,
I adore your smile,
the brightness of your happiness,
the green color of your eyesPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066669832792302004-03-11T20:43:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:47:57.623-08:00THE PORTUGUESE LANGUAGE
Wanderlino Arruda
Messenger of love,
keel of hope,
witness of many battles,
companion of many yearnings
in the greatest melting pot,
that history has ever seen.
You’re a mixture, a perpetual mixture
of Lusos, Celts, Fenicians,
Greeks and Cartaginians.
You’re the Iberian melting
together of Romans and Arians,
Alanos and Godos, brave people of Germany.
Mother POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066594074613312004-03-11T20:41:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:46:24.450-08:00REJOINING PSALMS
Wanderlino Arruda
Keep me, O Lord.
Make me, Lord, know Your ways,
free me from the tribulations of the heart,
teach me Your green ways.
Don’t keep distance from me.
I know that the just will inherit the earth,
because the mouths of the just pronounce wisdom
and You make them exult in joy,
as You help me see Your ways.
Show me always, Lord,
show me wonders of YourPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066505884260002004-03-11T20:40:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:44:56.280-08:00OUR FATHER
Wanderlino Arruda
To You, Lord,
full of love and light,
in heaven and everywhere,
where Your name is always blessed,
always sanctified,
in constant and eternal goodness.
To You, Lord, we present our prayer:
to deliver Your kingdom of joy
and understanding to us.
Your will be done, not ours,
here, where we are, there where You are
and where we will one day be;
the bread of POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066421299464572004-03-11T20:39:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:43:52.216-08:00
JOY
Wanderlino Arruda
Joy is everywhere in all that sings,
inside colors, inside sounds.
It can be in mountains or plains,
in gardens, on streets and squares,
in schools or offices,
stores and antechambers.
Joy in rhythm exists,
in movement, when the lights are lit,
and also in the blinking lights.
Joy is in the rocking of the sea
and in the way the blossoming young women walk.POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066342648196472004-03-11T20:37:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:42:13.043-08:00JESUS CAME
Wanderlino Arruda
Year zero, year one,
year two, year three.
Initiating a new era.
They are twenty centuries past,
now, the beginning of the Twenty-First,
two thousand years of history:
He came.
Bread of life, light of the world.
Intense brilliance,
divine power, love, much love.
In the celebration of peace,
Jesus arrived.
He came!
Since long ago, the world was prepared:
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066257537314252004-03-11T20:36:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:40:47.950-08:00SMILES
Wanderlino Arruda
Your charm is light
that seduces in smiles
of joyful moments.
Your beauty parades in clear mornings
of sparkling majesty.
The hours pass quickly,
so fast, so pleasant,
as a soft wind coming from the sea.
Saying that life enchants,
your intelligence vibrates,
dreaming like pure poetry.
Where you walk,
where you live,
the horizon leaves memories,
feeling life’s POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066188565693932004-03-11T20:35:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:39:38.996-08:00SAUDADES IN TIME AND SPACE
Wanderlino Arruda
If I knew how to count
the measure of love,
and the size of homesickness,
I would say that distance doesn’t exist
and there’s no space or time in the world,
great enough to separate our hearts
or our memories of being together.
There will be always a grateful affection
and an infinite tenderness of hours passed,
the delicious strength of a POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066120742567762004-03-11T20:34:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:38:31.186-08:00SAUDADE
Wanderlino Arruda
Of friendship,
of love,
in the presence of the absent,
is tasty pain, happy pain,
that goes right to the heart.
To feel saudade
is to want so close
the loved one.
It is thinking about going,
wanting to regress.
It is bringing into sight
what doesn’t come to view.
To feel saudade is to dive into the infinite,
looking for company,
imagining smiles,
coloring POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079066047146613782004-03-11T20:32:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:37:17.590-08:00 PIMPA
Wanderlino Arruda
Love of my life,
adored woman of my dreams
and of my reality,
you enchant all my days,
all my existence.
My lovely sweetheart,
who has been my love
during each minute of my life.
Beautiful lady with eyes of ivy,
woman and muse, muse and woman,
always a young lady,
thirteen years in bloom.
Before your beauty,
in the whole of your affection,
there’s nothing in POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079059725602275502004-03-11T18:47:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:51:55.793-08:00MONTES CLAROS
Wanderlino Arruda
God blesses you, Montes Claros,
God protects you
in progress,
in growth,
in poetry,
in your ballads,
in your happiness while hosting others,
which is your main virtue.
You are human,
you possess beauty,
you know how to love,
how to suffer, how to hope
for a better future.
You are dear, admired
and never forgotten.
You are the place to have sweet dreamsPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079059643082491272004-03-11T18:46:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:50:51.110-08:00LITTLE GOLDEN FISH
Wanderlino Arruda
The beautiful girl
slides into the water,
soft and wonderful,
very, very happy.
Luminous enchantment:
a little golden fish,
in its marvelous golden world!
http://www.wanderlino.com.br/historia
http://www.wanderlino.com.br/elosclubePOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079059586800536012004-03-11T18:45:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:49:37.013-08:00INFINITE INFINITUDE
Wanderlino Arruda
Sky of infinite color,
future time,
a golden chain in silver tones,
life’s breath, splendorous horizon
of the immortal always.
Infinitude is complete happiness,
of invisible seconds
and minutes of enchantment.
Infinitude is sweet candy,
perfect honey,
centuries and multicenturies,
in the emotion of love.
In the infinitude, today is more.
YesterdayPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079059531751967112004-03-11T18:44:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:48:41.983-08:00 I ADORE YOUR BEAUTY
Wanderlino Arruda
I adore your beauty,
the light of your sympathy,
the tasteful love that’s in your eyes,
a brightness, a happy blessing
that your soul doesn’t hide,
that makes you so wonderful!
How good is loving life
in the way that I see you love.
It would be so good
if we were always together,
together,
to see the sun and the moon,
feeling the stars, counting POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079059416557799702004-03-11T18:42:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:47:08.610-08:00GOOD DAY LIVED
Wanderlino Arruda
Sweet souvenirs, memories,
adorable feelings, clear mountains,
light, much light, intense light.
Noon, limit, so much joy.
distance, too much distance,
beyond and beyond,
a future in which the past is felt,
dawn, evening, happiness.
Afternoons of intense joy,
Summer nights, winter days,
innocent mornings,
so much more than ingenuous,
much more than thePOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079059330345753252004-03-11T18:40:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:45:20.606-08:00EXPERIENCES – INFINITUDE
Wanderlino Arruda
The encounter of dreams and tenderness.
Yes, they are short and fortuitous meetings,
but always dreams, always tenderness.
I don’t know where they start
and when they end,
because they are ideal and unimaginable.
A multitude of lives lived,
similarity, identity,
skies of blue and lilac,
afternoons of a thousand thoughts
and magical joys.
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079059242465342172004-03-11T18:39:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:43:52.746-08:00 LIFE IN PLENITUDE
Wanderlino Arruda
Your limitless joy
is calm, wonderful, free,
a constant yes
from yesterday, directing tomorrow.
Our happiness has color,
light of multiple shades.
It can last only seconds
or endless centuries,
but it is hidden treasure,
in a real sense of love.
Loving our love,
our enchantment enchants itself,
life reaches plenitude.
Our being together awakens
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079059172102243082004-03-11T18:37:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:42:42.390-08:00FIFTEEN YEARS OLD
Wanderlino Arruda
Sweet time of life, young lady,
is to be in flower, fifteen years old,
age of dreams, age of tenderness,
ideal and lyrical time of living.
Being fifteen years old
is as enchantment,
magic of light,
magic of dreams,
a sweet newness waiting in the future.
Fifteen years, young lady,
cool touch of perfume
and smell of dawn,
all of them soft and sweetPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058972560163662004-03-11T18:34:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:39:22.890-08:00 ENCHANTED EYES
Wanderlino Arruda
I will never forget your eyes,
they’re charm and beauty,
enchantment:
Nature made them.
I feel their magnetic lure,
but their light, their brightness,
their emotion and their music,
are felt only by me.
Your eyes are a divine mirror,
an increasing light,
visible sun of brightness.
In this case, my beloved lady,
with your eyes,
your breath and heart
in POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058845675798272004-03-11T18:32:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:37:16.013-08:00BAROQUE IMAGES
Wanderlino Arruda
The ocean perfumes the blue dawn,
the surface smell is so sweet.
The waves mirror indulgence and smiles
that balance tenderness
yours and mine.
Softness is delight.
Why aren’t all moments of joy?
No more an improbable search.
Keep away the improbable gestures.
Glory is born of baroque images.
It doesn’t pass Spring,
but it’s visible in the yellow dawn
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058759758401642004-03-11T18:31:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:35:50.106-08:00 THIS MOMENT IS OURS
Wanderlino Arruda
Smiles and the perfume of love,
everything is sweet melody,
life in happiness.
Today and always,
the enchantment of kisses,
the heat of embracing,
the sweet smell of my loved woman
radiating happiness.
You squeeze my body as I hold you,
I see you and I feel you in a seductive embrace.
You, my sweet darling, are affection and light,
joy and peace,POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058668152503882004-03-11T18:29:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:34:45.826-08:00HOPE GROWS
Wanderlino Arruda
It’s here, the frontier
of magic lucidity,
affection-love, fondness.
Dream trip of light minutes,
brightness-flight
voracious and hot, lightning,
vibration that still boils
in majesty.
Color on color,
color inside color,
skin and tone,
illusory images more than real.
Who knows the time?
Who cares now?
Today is amplitude
more than yesterday,
less than POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058562357153312004-03-11T18:28:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:32:52.233-08:00YOUR KISS, MY DARLING
Wanderlino Arruda
Your kiss is sweet,
charming,
delicious,
tenderly full of love.
Unforgettable moment of love!
I’ve so many memories
of your kisses.
Of your kiss, I have the flavor
for all my minutes,
for all the hours of my life,
in fortune and in misfortune,
during all eternity.
Your kiss is tender
sincere, soft, loyal, sweet,
charming, delicious,
a real kiss,POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058488937338612004-03-11T18:26:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:31:19.326-08:00YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES
Wanderlino Arruda
In your eyes
and in your look
I see love and brightness,
calm happiness
and the intense light
of a wonderful life!
Your look has an enchantment
that seduces me intensely,
that makes me happy
and gives me peace!
Your look brings me
to war with myself.
Your look gives me pleasure,
at the same time,
happy and joyful,
a smiling sensation
of being POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058372191811442004-03-11T18:25:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:29:22.606-08:00 TRANQUIL DEW
Wanderlino Arruda
The forest water designs plains,
and redesigns horizons
in tranquil dreams
and in wonderful lives.
The dawn dew lives in the future
of golden tenderness.
Pure waves, green oceans,
liquid mountains, skies,
solid lines, shades...
Clarity is much:
love is eternity,
pure love, dream love :
eternal love!
http://www.wanderlino.com.br/montesclaros/
http://POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058292783175572004-03-11T18:23:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:28:03.200-08:00 THE SONG OF BIRDS
Wanderlino Arruda
It’s a feeling of relief,
immense happiness,
a certainty of being alive,
in a world made by God,
a natural world,
that still exists,
even when we can’t see our neighbors
on the other side of the street.
I admire the song of birds,
yes, the song of free birds,
of birds that fly over,
here, there, everywhere,
where they feel so good,
the true POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058198028307892004-03-11T18:22:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:26:28.450-08:00TENDER DREAM, PERPETUAL DREAM
Wanderlino Arruda
Your beauty,
your knowledge,
the enchantment of your joy,
your beautiful eyes
and the smoothness of your gestures,
the brightness of your look,
your sweet and enchanting voice,
the wealth of your words,
everything in you, my darling,
is the reason of so much love
and unforgettable dreams.
One minute in your presence
is like a million POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079058113599810212004-03-11T18:18:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:25:04.043-08:00SEARCH FOR BEAUTY
Wanderlino Arruda
I want to learn,
I want to know what
is wonderful in life.
In this search, so long,
I have discovered some things:
the smile of children,
the songs of birds,
the breeze like a fragrance,
the movements of clouds,
the clear sky after the rain,
the rumbling of water that passes,
music in the distance,
memories of being fifteen years old,
kisses of my POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079057915329145482004-03-11T18:17:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:21:45.796-08:00SAUDADES
Wanderlino Arruda
Of friendship,
of love...
It’s colored enchantment
of living, feeling
souvenirs, reason for appreciation.
Nostalgia is to feel distance,
sweet-sour encounter,
seduction, affection.
Homesickness is to be and not-to be:
a thousand ideas.
Presence in absence.
Yes!
http://www.wanderlin.blogger.com.br/
http://www.linksespiritas.hpg.ig.com.br/POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079057845856616022004-03-11T18:16:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:20:36.343-08:00LUMINOUS MIST OF A MERMAID
Wanderlino Arruda
Why look upwards to a gray sky?
Why dive into the deep blue sea?
Bodies want to be embraced,
dancing hands, sincere music
in the tightness of the heart.
The light redesigns rains
and hints at her breasts,
flaxen hair, ripe-peach skin:
woman-siren, all woman,
woman yes,
more than a woman,
sensitive and enchanting,
enigmas breathe POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079051841194511312004-03-11T16:35:00.000-08:002004-03-11T16:40:31.390-08:00 LOVE AND ENCHANTMENT
Wanderlino Arruda
An enchantment exists,
a soul-state of sweet delight,
something of true joy,
something that whispers good-living,
vision of the perpetual search:
small things, simplicity,
an anxious and constant quest.
I feel, I understand, I love
that’s the greatest gift of life
it’s a gift of centuries and eons,
of endless generations.
Happiness is to be POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079051730482572162004-03-11T16:33:00.000-08:002004-03-11T16:38:40.890-08:00I’M PLEASED WITH YOU
Wanderlino Arruda
If I could bring back the hours
of my long life,
feeling again my happy days,
I would live them,
pleased, pleased with your affection
and tenderness and love.
Happy destiny.
I learned all these years,
during much time
and through many situations,
that I didn’t know before.
The hours come in lessons
and it’s better to know
for me and for you.
The POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079051616688138702004-03-11T16:31:00.000-08:002004-03-11T16:36:46.920-08:00A GREAT LOVE
Wanderlino Arruda
How good it is to dream lovely dreams,
when nothing can indicate separation!
Marvelous it is to always be seeing you,
wonderful it is to always be loving you,
feeling that distances don’t exist.
It’s really great when love
brings us so near,
makes us so joined,
and makes you so mine.
How grateful is the love
that puts my life in yours
in an enchanted POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079051508295025562004-03-11T16:30:00.000-08:002004-03-11T16:34:58.543-08:00 FEELING LOVE
Wanderlino Arruda
Love is music, is love,
is sap and juice:
in infinite colors
of a summer sun.
Love is breeze,
love is balsam.
It’s fire and it burns,
but it’s not seen
and it isn’t felt.
Love is light,
love is peace in blue roses
of twin souls.
Love is the desire
of light and skin,
heart and honey.
Love is light,
nuances of tender words.
Love is the exchange of POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079051373111909042004-03-11T16:27:00.000-08:002004-03-11T16:33:09.043-08:00 HAPPINESS
Wanderlino Arruda
Happiness has no weight
and it has no measure.
It can’t be bought,
and it can’t be loaned;
it can’t be borrowed,
it doesn’t resist calculus,
because it’s not material,
by the material standards of our world.
It can be only legitimate.
False happiness is not real happiness,
it’s only illusion.
If I knew how to make calculations
for measuring feelings,
I POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079015831730711582004-03-11T06:33:00.000-08:002004-03-11T06:40:21.200-08:00 EMERALD CHARM
Wanderlino Arruda
Your charm represents so much
to my existence.
To look at eyes of pure emerald,
smiles full of joy, green joy,
insinuating, charming.
You grow more and more beautiful.
Your beauty is enchantment itself:
it seems like sunny mornings
yet with luminous stars,
magical seduction,
blue and green tenderness,
sky becoming heaven.
In your presence,
I feel more than POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079015601880894212004-03-11T06:29:00.000-08:002004-03-11T06:36:31.403-08:00DREAM TRIP
Wanderlino Arruda
Today my heart is light,
clear and sparkling
as the brightness of the seashore,
on a cloudless afternoon.
Red is golden,
life and dance,
with the luminance of stars
of the east wind
in the sign of Cancer.
Today my heart, half-open with desires
with presence and absence
in a forest of lost music,
in a dawn sky of the first hour.
The wind is a flowing of POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079015167692555702004-03-11T06:22:00.000-08:002004-03-11T06:29:17.310-08:00DREAM TRANSPARENCY
Wanderlino Arruda
From the sky to the sea,
blue-lilac verticality,
sparklings of gold-dust,
transparency-dream.
Here and there it illuminates the illusion
that seduces and enchants
the curves of the sirens.
Silver and bronze tiaras
in celestial scrolls
of being and not-being...
Hot evening, serenity-time,
magical heat of the female...
Almost beginning of Autumn.
WANDER POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079014940660115082004-03-11T06:18:00.000-08:002004-03-11T06:25:30.326-08:00DREAMS OF DREAMS
Wanderlino Arruda
Step by step,
passes the moments
of well dreamed dreams
in multiple synergies.
Uncounted stars with sun and moon,
soul,land and sky, homesickness.
Here it's enchanting songs
with thousands of shades.
Sensitivity lives and vibrates
in luminous dimensions.
Love rides in sparkling breezes
and wind-light.
Yes,happiness.
Dawn is here:
now it POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079013437918162822004-03-11T05:55:00.000-08:002004-03-11T06:00:27.076-08:00 COLOR OF LOVE
Wanderlino Arruda
Blue space beginning,
music of the infinite,
music in the light of the soul
of full existence.
The horizon is the poetry
of plenitude
and joyfulness.
Tender body,
brave and lean,
of real time:
hours lived, but not measured.
Live experience, vibration of life
intensely small, intensely much.
Nuances of heat are felt.
The blue-green emerald,
plush peach,
a POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079013255885382542004-03-11T05:46:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:57:25.093-08:00 CAUSE OF LOVE
Wanderlino Arruda
At your side,
close to you,
I feel a happy joy,
a cause of great love,
involving and affectionate,
sweet as a dawn dream.
You are beauty, brightness and light,
tanned skin, emerald eyes,
an enchantment.
Your sweet presence
gives me a fruitful life,
evident cause of love!
CULTURA VIRTUAL
ELOS CLUBE
ROTARY
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079012681872439922004-03-11T05:41:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:49:06.310-08:00 A PAINTER'S WORK
Wanderlino Arruda
The color of the sky is which I choose first,
and it doesn’t need to be blue.
It can be white, yellow,
rose-red, with a touch of moss-green
in dreams of emeralds.
Skies also can be gray,
that is the ungrateful color.
Seen up close,
seen off far,
waves tone on tone
in afternoons of the southern wind.
Colors are movements
in soft shades of light.
What is POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079012398610873642004-03-11T05:35:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:43:48.140-08:00 BREEZE AND PERFUME
Wanderlino Arruda
The breeze that passes
and involves your face,
the breeze that touches
and smiles in your hair
is a breeze of much love.
It helps to illuminate your beauty,
more than anything else.
I adore the enchantment of the breeze
because it’s part of my life,
It’s really my joy.
The breeze that passes
and strokes you tenderly
gives me sweet feelings,
and makes POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079011806494868092004-03-11T05:26:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:33:16.046-08:00BRUNETTE FLOWER
Wanderlino Arruda
Lovely brunette,
what an enchantment are you!
Joyful, happy,
you’re more than a rose
in a beautiful garden.
You’re light
that brings
happiness to me!
What a beauty,
what a dream muse are you!
AGENDA
PORTAL DOIS
CULTURA VIRTUAL
POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079011500914959802004-03-11T05:20:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:28:43.186-08:00
BRAZILIAN NATION
Wanderlino Arruda
Glory to the race,
glory to the color,
glory to the beauty of the form.
Glory, glory,
that the negro earned,
glory, glory, that the negro deserves,
soul and life of our Brazil!
Three hundred years since the valiant Zumbi,
three centuries past brave warrior,
three centuries of the growing negro nation,
in the drudgery of slavery,
in the fight for space in POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079011207358389152004-03-11T05:15:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:23:16.996-08:00
BARROQUE IMAGES
Wanderlino Arruda
The ocean perfumes the blue dawn,
the surface smell is so sweet.
The waves mirror indulgence and smiles
that balance tenderness
yours and mine.
Softness is delight.
Why aren’t all moments of joy?
No more an improbable search.
Keep away the improbable gestures.
Glory is born of baroque images.
It doesn’t pass Spring,
but it’s visible in the yellow dawn
that my POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1079010859398122862004-03-11T05:09:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:17:29.110-08:00A GREAT LOVE
Wanderlino Arruda
How good it is to dream lovely dreams,
when nothing can indicate separation!
Marvelous it is to always be seeing you,
wonderful it is to always be loving you,
feeling that distances don’t exist.
It’s really great when love
brings us so near,
makes us so joined,
and makes you so mine.
How grateful is the love
that puts my life in yours
in an enchanted POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1073776536130369252004-01-10T15:11:00.000-08:002004-01-10T15:15:56.776-08:00 LOVE AND ENCHANTMENT
Wanderlino Arruda
An enchantment exists,
a soul-state of sweet delight,
something of true joy,
something that whispers good-living,
vision of perpetual search:
small things, simplicity,
anxious and constant search.
I feel, I understand, I feel
that the greatest gift of life
is a gift of centuries and eons,
in endless generations.
Happiness is to POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1073732023367128512004-01-10T02:50:00.000-08:002004-01-10T02:56:43.203-08:00 IN THE STYLE OF SALOMON
Wanderlino Arruda
More magnificent than a dawn,
you are as beautiful as Rachel,
in a rare day of peace
of lovely Jerusalem.
Intriguing are your steps,
and green is the brightness
behind your veil, the scarlet blush.
Your beauty is born and reborn
among the young trees of the valley,
where grapes sprout and blossom.
I imagine myself in a coach of POEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282712.post-1073225623415042442004-01-04T06:09:00.000-08:002004-01-04T06:14:02.280-08:00CHARM AND JOY
Wanderlino Arruda
Your charm is light that seduces
smiles full of joy,
insinuating, charming.
Enchanting charm, beautiful smiles,
delightful joy,
each time I see you, you’re more beautiful.
Your beauty parades in the clear morning
with sparkling majesty,
seduction, magic, magical seduction.
In your presence, time is not-time,
flight and dream, enchantment .
The hoursPOEMA VIRTUALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03322349742209220292noreply@blogger.com