tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102754682024-03-07T00:19:42.061-08:00Poetizando...LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-56740958111510818882012-12-09T13:36:00.001-08:002012-12-09T15:17:25.328-08:00Da minha fuga<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />E quando sobe aquele nó<br /> na garganta<br /> eu engulo as lágrimas e abro um livro.<br /> Porque há sempre novas e velhas histórias para serem (re) escritas.<br /> E, em cada livro, há sempre uma nova descoberta. Um pouco mais sobre nós. Uma dica, um começo para (re) escrevermos a nossa própria história.</span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-73524702132898565572012-12-09T13:24:00.003-08:002012-12-09T13:49:32.016-08:00Do que fica<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tem gente que vai morar para sempre, na gente. </span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-53748212884253501992012-11-13T14:35:00.001-08:002012-11-14T07:01:38.913-08:00DesabafoPara quê julgar flores, se todas exalam perfumes? <br />
Para quê definir cores?<br />
Para quê se preocupar com o que pensam as borboletas?<br />
Ah... Cansei! <br />
A vida é mais. A vida é ser feliz!LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-40602758032194304622012-11-12T12:57:00.003-08:002012-11-12T12:57:51.774-08:00Da esperança<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A gente se apaixona quando quer mudar de vida, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mas a
esperança é traiçoeira.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ao ver Hermes na porta, pensa: não é verdade. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Não é
para ti. Vai te trair. Vai doer.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A esperança se faz de louca. Dá meia volta e não grita. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ela tem outras vidas guardadas.
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Em Poemas.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>A esperança precisa ser reescrita.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-23295476713599587842012-10-30T16:15:00.001-07:002012-10-30T16:33:06.959-07:00Do ato <h2>
<span style="font-size: small;">Inspiro e só a inspiração não me desvela a poesia.</span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;">Guardo o ar no umbigo, </span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;">onde nadam pássaros e moram os meus porquês. </span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;">Transpiro medos. </span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;">Expiro. </span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><em>O ar soa leve.</em> <em>Rarefeito.</em> </span></span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="color: #666666;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><em>Raro é o efeito do ato de escrever.</em></span></span></h2>
<h2>
</h2>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
<br />LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-2362824775074861172012-10-30T16:00:00.001-07:002012-10-30T16:00:12.223-07:00Da liberdade<span style="font-family: Arial;">Como ser livre</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">em um mundo </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">onde tudo nos aprisiona?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>conceitos, roupas, ideologias, linguagem?</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Só com muita poesia.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<h2>
</h2>
LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-33454994615155082562012-09-25T02:25:00.001-07:002012-09-25T02:59:46.894-07:00Da pós modernidadeHIPERtexto<br />
HIPERlink<br />
HIPERinformação<br />
HIPERconsumo<br />
HIPERatividade<br />
E os afetos?<br />
HIPERafetados<br />
God Google save us.LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-86664717170992189532012-07-28T12:08:00.003-07:002012-08-01T17:53:53.449-07:00Da janela<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Olho a rua</strong></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Passa </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">gente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Passa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">dia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Passa </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">l</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ua</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Passa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mês</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Passa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">ano </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Passa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">até</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">poesia</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Você,</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Não.</strong></span><br />
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<br />
<br />LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-56464856257355294282012-05-02T17:55:00.001-07:002012-05-02T18:30:19.185-07:00colcha de retalhos<span style="font-family: Arial;">Minha memória:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">uma saudade </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>bem vivida.</strong></span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-11209270422624711402012-05-01T14:22:00.001-07:002012-05-02T18:29:25.819-07:00de uma certa ilha<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Avistei um horizonte inteiro do leme daquele barco:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">viagens, filhos, churrasqueira e um deck com piscina</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Foi mais que uma chama, um choro, um quadro, uma colcha, ou um secador...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mais que uma simples paixão</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Foi querosene, gasolina</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">água turva, neblina...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Expectativas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Foi... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AMOR </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nós olhamos o futuro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Esquecemos o presente</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Perdemos os dois:</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tu, o <strong>BARCO</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu, o <strong>RUMO.</strong></span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-47442203630407548842011-09-08T19:32:00.000-07:002011-09-08T19:32:18.088-07:00da cia do travesseiroEm chamas, <div>a vela derrama<br />
monumentos de cera<br />
sobre a cabeceira da cama.<br />
</div>No escuro,<br />
o choro baixinho<br />
molha a seda <br />
sobre o travesseiro da dama.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div></div><br />
<div></div><br />
<div></div><br />
<div></div><br />
<br />
<div></div><br />
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<div></div><br />
<br />
<div></div><br />
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<div></div><br />
<br />
<div></div><br />
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<div></div><br />
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<div></div><br />
<br />
<div></div>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-45178115018503899482011-08-01T19:10:00.000-07:002011-09-08T19:34:26.611-07:00do verso perdido<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E assim amanhece</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">outro dia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Outra manhã que </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">esconde</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">e a tarde que não revela...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Quando e onde tranquei sem as chaves? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Procuro até o entardecer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Reviro memórias, discos antigos, dvd's</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Canso</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">E assim anoiteço</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Encontro </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">em outras vozes </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">só em sonhos </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ela</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nitidamente </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">aparece</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Assim em mim acontece</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">a poesia.</span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-90438602853071794992011-07-14T18:47:00.000-07:002011-07-14T18:52:29.582-07:00do presenteTe quero só hoje e nenhum outro dia porque <br />
<br />
é o tempo presente que nos pertence.<br />
<br />
<div>Hoje sou tua. <br />
<br />
Hoje és meu.</div><br />
<div>Se amanhã, me perguntares o que sinto por ti.</div><br />
<div>Responderei o mesmo que te disse ontem: <br />
<br />
Hoje, te amo sempre.</div>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-89223571952159308102011-05-04T19:52:00.000-07:002011-05-04T19:53:59.545-07:00do silêncio<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O silêncio com sua voz adocicada </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">grita </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">em alto e bom tom</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">o que a linguagem </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">não consegue traduzir em som</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Ele nos aperta o peito</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">com palavras mudas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">e rimas um tanto quanto absurdas</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sem nenhum direito</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">permanece ali</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>CALADO</strong></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Como se nada houvesse</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>PASSADO.</strong></span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-74818057602714793732011-03-17T21:37:00.000-07:002011-03-17T21:51:32.453-07:00da pertença<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">Meu endereço é </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">uma usina, o cais, o porto, o rio</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>amor em desvario</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Moro onde </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a alma não se esconde</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Quintana, Meireles, Drummond</em></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial;">Pessoa, Leminsky, Poe</span></em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></em></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Meu destino é </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mato, praia, dia, lua, mar</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ou qualquer lugar </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">onde </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a poesia seja </span><br />
<br />
<em><strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AR.</span></strong></em>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-81640636318503630542011-03-08T14:57:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:52:25.141-08:00da apreensão<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">De repente</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">a vida mudou rumos de lugar</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">o que tínhamos escorreu-me pelas mãos</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">o teu cheiro não encontro pelo ar</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">eu tento</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">fecho os olhos</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">respirar</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">mas, lá fora a brisa queima </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">meu corpo com outras mãos</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">eu fujo para não te encontrar</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">eu temo o que possa acontecer</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: arial;">amor,<br />
<strong></strong></span><span style="font-family: Arial;">eu fecho os olhos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">tento relaxar</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">lá fora, há outros destinos</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">eu temo o que possa acontecer</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">eu temo, </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">de repente:</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">A M O R</span></strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></strong>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-33601373587517639782011-02-28T18:07:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:52:25.144-08:00dos anseios<span style="font-family: arial;">A boca sem o teu gosto</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">sente </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">o peito bater </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">dormente</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">os olhos piscam</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">saudade</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">o corpo anseia</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"><strong>novidade.</strong></span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-25263620584964003432011-02-19T11:42:00.000-08:002011-03-11T21:50:25.761-08:00Plástica ou plástico?<span style="font-family: arial;">Mágico mundo<br />
este da plástica e dos espelhos</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Na forma e na imagem,<br />
põe em ordem tudo que pode ser arrumado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Miragem </span><span style="font-family: arial;">aos olhos desavisados,<br />
ávidos por conteúdo e significado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Mas a verdade,<br />
côncava,<br />
está lá, refletida em algum lugar:</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
raso, cuidado!<br />
<br />
Não mergulhar.</span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-79963456664054730012011-02-17T06:18:00.000-08:002011-03-11T20:00:13.754-08:00do tempo<span style="font-family:arial;">O tempo vai me assim</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Escorrendo pelas mãos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Trinta segundos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sessenta minutos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Três semanas ou n</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ove meses</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que números são, s</span><span style="font-family:arial;">enão,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">batidas subtraídas de meu coração?</span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-71871246061687555422011-02-06T18:25:00.000-08:002011-03-11T22:37:46.762-08:00Lembrar é preciso para esquecer<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Eu não vou te procurar </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">embaixo de outros lençois,</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">nem no suor de outros corpos,</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">ou, entre outros gozos.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Como assombração,</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">você vai aparecer.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Num gesto, num cálice de vinho, numa palavra, </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">ou num Chico, tocando ao fundo.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Quando isso acontecer, eu vou olhar e sorrir </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">o sorriso mais doce </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">que havia guardado para você.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">Pois é preciso lembrar do que fui, </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;"><strong>para esquecer.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-49822663208648243482011-01-20T19:15:00.000-08:002011-03-11T22:57:08.444-08:00da paixão<span style="font-family: arial;">Tropecei no sino que bate em meu peito<br />
Caí em seu ritmo vibrante </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">dancei<br />
Inebriada pela sensação de estar flutuando </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">dancei</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Eu dançaria eternamente a mesma música, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">mas por algum motivo ela parou</span><br />
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<strong>DANCEI</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Meu coração quis pular pela garganta, depois pelo umbigo e agora ficou assim: inconstante.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Me sinto estranha tentando ouvi-lo. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sou eu que não quero tropeçar em seu ritmo novamente?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">O tempo dirá. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Por enquanto, quero dançar sozinha.</span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-5562316946041463722010-12-23T14:20:00.000-08:002011-03-11T22:57:08.445-08:00da separação<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Tuas palavras entraram em meu peito como navalha,</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">cortando a carne desnuda em mil pedaços.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A lágrima que corre da minha face </span><span style="font-family: arial;">tocando o chão,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">é música para os meus ouvidos.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Embala </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">o meu corpo, </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Equilibra </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">minha alma,</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Acalma </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: arial;">meu coração</span>.</span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-17962619632814471432010-12-09T17:09:00.000-08:002011-03-11T22:50:26.861-08:00contigo<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">O meu mundo contigo é inteiro quando</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">a gente conversa, brinca, namora</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">a gente se cansa, briga, chora</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">sente saudades, reata, se adora.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">O meu mundo contigo gira quando</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">a gente se estranha</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">se beija, se ama</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">a gente se olha.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">O meu mundo contigo é obra de arte</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">inusitada, </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">poesia não acabada.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Tempero, cozinha, sal, pimenta e alecrim.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Um céu desenhado com palavras estranhas.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Filosofia.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><strong>O meu mundo não é mais MEU.</strong></span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-33126545120878954412010-07-28T20:00:00.001-07:002011-03-11T19:56:05.848-08:00dos vazios<span style="font-family:arial;">É um exercício lidar com os vazios.<br />O vazio do travesseiro, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">da mesa, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">do cinema </span><span style="font-family:arial;">e do chuveiro.<br />O vazio do umbigo, do tato, do paladar, dos ouvidos e do olfato.<br />Dos olhos, da saliva e do peito.<br />Das horas e da poesia.<br /><strong>O vazio do espelho</strong></span><strong>.</strong>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275468.post-91182448211081308812010-04-15T20:07:00.000-07:002011-03-11T23:03:01.216-08:00Autoretrato<span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Se eu não fosse terra, ar, gêmeos, gente;<br />
Seria</span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: black;">pudim de leite.</span></strong></span></span></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">Se eu não fosse vaidosa, irriquieta e irritada;<br />
Seria</span> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: black;">cocada</span></strong></span></em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Se não fosse curiosa, xereta e desengonçada;</em></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: black;"><em>Queijo com goiabada</em></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Se eu fosse um doce;</em></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: #444444;">Seria<strong> </strong></span><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>meio amargo.</strong></span></em></span></span>LGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503573587800711797noreply@blogger.com1