tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41794506564037238702024-03-13T15:55:58.235-07:00Rascunhos TranslúcidosMiss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-75294628650708271092012-02-18T12:35:00.002-08:002012-02-18T12:50:17.137-08:00No excuses<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeGQ9XuTTMs2xZEg0rQxnUw3pXke7pLcmGtHpl7MMSSp5rKZ1eWEoROAlTgTHn2TeQpBARALpD-p-qtmLw50bawEUCy0EipsaC8MGu4McJdR4tq05BYBhqVqQZ2ELJt7ZSucIrhL1uhI/s1600/274279_2275476_ll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeGQ9XuTTMs2xZEg0rQxnUw3pXke7pLcmGtHpl7MMSSp5rKZ1eWEoROAlTgTHn2TeQpBARALpD-p-qtmLw50bawEUCy0EipsaC8MGu4McJdR4tq05BYBhqVqQZ2ELJt7ZSucIrhL1uhI/s640/274279_2275476_ll.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>Ao que me persegue nos cantos do passado, tomai seu rumo.</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>Fora do meu alcance, </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>onde só um vago resquício de memória nos conecte,</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>estará seguro.</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>Permaneça assim,</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>conturbado, indelével, </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>longe da pueril ternura que a mim associa.</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>E para o seu bem, ao tocar nuvens</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>sinta-as desfazer entre as mãos ávidas como sonhos mal vividos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>e sangre gargantas,</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>para que a bebida barata</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>bocejante no fundo do copo que me observa</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>faça algum sentido</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b>ou decrete meu fim...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><br />
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</div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-87929237832074311002011-11-14T16:29:00.000-08:002011-11-14T16:42:13.179-08:00À espreita<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyoxdWtyH1y0e4PdldiDtgJngzUzV7KM-RP7iY3cFx7OFNZyN-uQoG7IoPtjszgDEsPsXGd6ZjGR9GPTK82kx_-vCSJhJw73oILngRBkmWglpzXBfEWh1LN3iCWUEWWhyh-Xr3qsDlpaI/s1600/whereirest_lj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyoxdWtyH1y0e4PdldiDtgJngzUzV7KM-RP7iY3cFx7OFNZyN-uQoG7IoPtjszgDEsPsXGd6ZjGR9GPTK82kx_-vCSJhJw73oILngRBkmWglpzXBfEWh1LN3iCWUEWWhyh-Xr3qsDlpaI/s400/whereirest_lj.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSK2GIrGm97WABDPdCfidQMS_8aIXXUj45sFtcA2s9gvdHovuOHx7qIqINJyrKWMr9c8B4h3pd5HKqieUY_smmydu0SSApUoU6wSSNnrMeGotaiXYLS1nYoTTsAvBEbNueSuKseeqMcoA/s1600/enrapture_lj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-31489275989220469462011-10-31T10:02:00.000-07:002011-10-31T10:02:55.205-07:00Espaços<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Eu quero</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>na avidez do agora</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>sóis bocejantes, ociosos,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>daqueles que cospem estrelas.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Parceiras, irmãs</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>de vícios e mal entendidos</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>serenatas nulas,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>bucolismos, palavras vãs,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>debruçadas num pátio negro</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>atônitas de tédio e ressaca. </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Quando a flor tiver adormecido</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>quero voltar para mim,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>quero a minha casa,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b> aquela mesma onde nunca estive.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Sob o tácito arvoredo mirar na soalheira</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>e estraçalhar a velha janela,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>roubar fruta do pé, voltar a sonhar de novo.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Que não seja nada demais por fim:</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>buscar o encantamento perdido,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>tirar o pó do futuro </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b>e vestir o frescor hipnótico do que se passou..</b></i>.</div><div style="background-color: black;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-68005166757439124042011-09-24T10:42:00.000-07:002011-09-24T10:56:58.533-07:00Desconcertante<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEBBt1Nt7qIQHz9VRdQlT077L9g6mDGwj8WQcP2JJxvkIf__Y7vOyLdqzeN6NG-8qOEGoU0AoMoSIoC45E9Pm0p7pubLB6qOv96HV4MY7u9LNWJjpxFm09vh3EJW0zx7ox4n5xaFyL-g/s1600/damas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEBBt1Nt7qIQHz9VRdQlT077L9g6mDGwj8WQcP2JJxvkIf__Y7vOyLdqzeN6NG-8qOEGoU0AoMoSIoC45E9Pm0p7pubLB6qOv96HV4MY7u9LNWJjpxFm09vh3EJW0zx7ox4n5xaFyL-g/s400/damas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Entre cortinas encardidas, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>velho caderninho como testemunha,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>um feixe brilhante sob a chuva me espera.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Ele, solene a espreita, mãos no bolso</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Me vigia presumindo meus passos </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Como criança a contar pedrinhas pelo caminho.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Pode ser um interlúdio, uma conspiração,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Doce algoz que mata silenciosamente </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>E depois foge ás gargalhadas.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>E quem sabe </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>inevitavelmente</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>não seja eu mesma,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>delirante e perplexa,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>reclusa e desconexa</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b> inquietação frívola </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>de tocaia...</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b><br />
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</div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-44988022388174113662011-06-22T09:32:00.000-07:002011-06-30T10:13:41.590-07:00No name<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_6GzFOHFYPf2oaKXV8GFSxivaFemNFbJkGAQYxfQgYVeeF69YmKcY6mo407lD0lIEse85VmMaoCFPrGPtNbcMY9cb3CVVVsTEK7JrvHtuLrEsg4f4wdJpZA8bh42JNhVHaYsKqUufvY/s1600/librodo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_6GzFOHFYPf2oaKXV8GFSxivaFemNFbJkGAQYxfQgYVeeF69YmKcY6mo407lD0lIEse85VmMaoCFPrGPtNbcMY9cb3CVVVsTEK7JrvHtuLrEsg4f4wdJpZA8bh42JNhVHaYsKqUufvY/s320/librodo3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<i><b>Caneta na mão de anti poeta é curiosa:</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>parece uma espada, forjada no fogo da bainha, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>que trava com seu dono um duelo particular</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>onde seu oponente se eterniza </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>e aniquila seu admirador.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Tudo num só golpe...</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b><br />
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<i><b>Quisera ter o poder para sentir palavras</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>e nesta sonâmbula egotrip tornar-me um corpo só</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>onde todos os significados lhe cabem.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Envolver os dedos em frases para apurar detalhes,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>pontas vivas,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>assim quisera eu,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>monossilabicamente,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>nascer interrogação,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>persistir parágrafo, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>sucumbir em reticências...</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b><br />
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</div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-37029939749082590052011-05-28T12:10:00.000-07:002011-09-24T10:51:15.825-07:00Inserts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #741b47;"></span></i></b><br />
<div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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</i></b></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUaHTxARqQZWaRFf0nB2t7_2fLhkgf4Dgrpl8ID_7VFZukxJrSIyqMPDTQzeaaiP2TR7fzubjz8ghrMXOXEJh8vDPIPaBx-FbOsqeXr1aFySxgnKU5Zy5HNPK0074eollSAUlPz2GznX4/s1600/luz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUaHTxARqQZWaRFf0nB2t7_2fLhkgf4Dgrpl8ID_7VFZukxJrSIyqMPDTQzeaaiP2TR7fzubjz8ghrMXOXEJh8vDPIPaBx-FbOsqeXr1aFySxgnKU5Zy5HNPK0074eollSAUlPz2GznX4/s400/luz.jpg" width="292" /></a></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br />
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</i></b></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Despertar ao morrer do dia.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">No extremo da rua um brilho.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Em seu núcleo uma porta, entreaberta.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Aroma que laça</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">e não avisa para onde ir.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">É assim com as palavras:</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">viajam desgovernadas,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">meninas,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">heroínas,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">aniquiladoras,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">escudo em riste,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">apontando o dedo na cara,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">trazendo sede, torturando,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">mas estampando em sua tez </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">a profundidade que somente as grandes coisas abrigam.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-35012886960922004642011-05-28T11:54:00.000-07:002011-09-24T10:52:15.342-07:00Yama to Mizu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwBaZpGOc2kKlEyUj04omeTNDvjglv5rxqn1Q6G0Hem4auSVX7_ReS6hR3P2zmaRApZtDOAQHMcpdDj8aPuRg3V8P7S9X-YeibtF-gsQhU3ly-dpLrA8MGmxCC0QZmoIOvNOqJU7yO-o/s1600/Khenssen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwBaZpGOc2kKlEyUj04omeTNDvjglv5rxqn1Q6G0Hem4auSVX7_ReS6hR3P2zmaRApZtDOAQHMcpdDj8aPuRg3V8P7S9X-YeibtF-gsQhU3ly-dpLrA8MGmxCC0QZmoIOvNOqJU7yO-o/s400/Khenssen.jpg" width="298" /></span></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Se entorpecido, gerúndio</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Assustado, questiona</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Sublime, urgente</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Raivoso, doce</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Analítico, Jung</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Louco, pacifica</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Sutil, estardalhaço</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Fresco, entregue</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Triste, verdadeiro</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Analógico, discórdia</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Puro, peculiar</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Vadio, precisa agendar</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Involuntário, imenso.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Eis alguém,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">mão erguida,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">cafeína,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">álcool,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">enxaqueca,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">caneta,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">olhos que sangram.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Jaz a seu tempo o ser poesia.</span></i></b></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-5087845036421711782011-05-17T16:42:00.000-07:002011-09-24T10:53:21.533-07:00Ouves?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdzy_SO-mkpRD_gB9Q3QdJzKSyYzrKEDV5w19Lu8nTH97HmuLKLgc3Dq4kvGa2edrVRwCFdAhBr5QBBEQGzjiba8nvX2qeItQuSBFDeqWPIehWVaY6-E7mc3sQ1pfAhc3TGD7sS9Y79s/s1600/42063vogueitalymay05natns4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdzy_SO-mkpRD_gB9Q3QdJzKSyYzrKEDV5w19Lu8nTH97HmuLKLgc3Dq4kvGa2edrVRwCFdAhBr5QBBEQGzjiba8nvX2qeItQuSBFDeqWPIehWVaY6-E7mc3sQ1pfAhc3TGD7sS9Y79s/s320/42063vogueitalymay05natns4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Acompanha-me</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">divida comigo a busca pelo fim</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">provar o tudo e o nada.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Caminhe entre peixes</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">e singre corais sob arredios cavalos </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">ao nascer da nova história.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Nesta direção faltam os nomes,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">coisa alguma hesita...</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Temeis estrelas bocejantes</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">e sóis dispersos,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">feixes elétricos,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">a acordar o mundo?</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Emudece o néctar tão puro</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">que dispensa fórmula:</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">vício ao paladar,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">sinfonia para olhos antes pasmos.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Morro lentamente e quando seu desejo anseia por lógica...</span></i></b></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-1809571930992689892011-04-21T13:18:00.000-07:002011-09-24T10:54:32.360-07:00Vírgulas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjum6RAu60B4fhIWI9aPi0rW9G4lCbGEjvYwMwUzTs5yE_xlDu1uGAn9rvQc8IESTKcRW8HPiyGw9xWugaqhjsw2aUGwgQN9iP_2i9XC_bwagMH_OJ0AHInzr0ykACEx9DzQtapeegoIII/s1600/c4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjum6RAu60B4fhIWI9aPi0rW9G4lCbGEjvYwMwUzTs5yE_xlDu1uGAn9rvQc8IESTKcRW8HPiyGw9xWugaqhjsw2aUGwgQN9iP_2i9XC_bwagMH_OJ0AHInzr0ykACEx9DzQtapeegoIII/s400/c4.jpg" width="298" /></i></b></span></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><br />
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</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Sobre o vento construo meu mundo</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>e me levo para bem longe</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>onde braços não alcançam,</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>lamentos não me ofuscam</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>e nem amarras me detém.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Para nada há medida</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>a tudo regras abertas</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>um hiato mudo salta comigo</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>como a nascer para morrer mil vezes</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>e dividir comigo</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>tal experiência.</i></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-24880337084590872892011-04-21T10:40:00.000-07:002011-09-24T10:55:40.191-07:00Óggs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkny8KvuuYMw1KUX4bqeOraAFmeKLHa9JAtQb5-UN05nn2XD1-O0ji1PKs-yTkXSi8dEtLRXQvaNBK4dlB7xE5LCJJSwcnGbPJT3_0fWs2dC45_ZAcYCW0SNfMIu1KVnBsH8Hgj6cxGNA/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkny8KvuuYMw1KUX4bqeOraAFmeKLHa9JAtQb5-UN05nn2XD1-O0ji1PKs-yTkXSi8dEtLRXQvaNBK4dlB7xE5LCJJSwcnGbPJT3_0fWs2dC45_ZAcYCW0SNfMIu1KVnBsH8Hgj6cxGNA/s400/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Mil vezes sentiria</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>e a mesma quantidade viveria</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>sempre a revelia de quem um dia</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>prometeu não ser mais uma Maria</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Deviam assim,</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>em harmonia,</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>sob o corpo da poesia</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>desnudar esta parca ousadia</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>munida de voraz picardia</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>enquanto a Grande Mãe caía.</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>Decerto que a pena valeria</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>se não fosse a alheia teimosia </i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>de se atentar ao que se achava que via</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>e por fim qualquer coisa concebia.</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><i>(Nessas horas invejo o pimenteiro)</i></b></span></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-55709743937122307922011-02-03T10:34:00.000-08:002011-04-21T13:24:46.649-07:00A macieira<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRisL0e3a09xvnDlSdOG9pXPkii4nHNxZowr6VWTw6fRGjmTMZvlBu6Z6Q5ifLaJdqNdvLnIyH-ULmCwheN5QKWfscXHdlPZFMrPj7HD_a8lAX9uyvz1Yk8_Ne8Jo7lAnw0NAzK18hbd0/s1600/celina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRisL0e3a09xvnDlSdOG9pXPkii4nHNxZowr6VWTw6fRGjmTMZvlBu6Z6Q5ifLaJdqNdvLnIyH-ULmCwheN5QKWfscXHdlPZFMrPj7HD_a8lAX9uyvz1Yk8_Ne8Jo7lAnw0NAzK18hbd0/s320/celina.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<i><b>O meu pouco é imenso,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>aos trancos forma sons e cores.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>É o abraço que não cabe no mundo</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>nem em volta daquele que escolhí</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>onde o começo ensaia o que sumiu.</b></i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>É que meu pouco é mesmo imenso,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>maquinando inquieto, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>adivinho,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>querendo um alento para o peito cansado</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>e a cabeça baixa</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>contrapondo a dúvida sobre o inacreditável.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Aquilo que mora onde não conheço</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">me deve sua alcunha</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">minha referência do que fui</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">e o que fiz</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">para chegar ao topo desta calçada.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Não me diz nada,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">não estreita vínculos,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">fenece entre as rachaduras do impronunciável</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">detendo todas as línguas</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">boicotando a derradeira resposta.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">A morosidade vagueia pelas lacunas</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">sôfregas,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">estendem as mãos</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">pedindo ajuda.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
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<b><i><span style="background-color: black;">mais até do que pensava.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Talvez daquela criança peralta </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">que tripudia do universo limitado da fantasia</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">montada na velha bicicleta, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: black;">de freio gasto, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">ansiosa pelo machucado fresco.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Me quero de volta</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">de língua afiada,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">lúcida,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">voraz,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">máscara que dá rosto a uma vida crua,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">reticências que repousam no construir do muro rasgando os dedos</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">esmiuçando a sobra ainda íntegra que perdura além daquele horizonte.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Mas preciso de mim. </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">E agora.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Antes que aquela chuva, navalha gelada,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">impeça o apreciar demorado </span></i></b><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">O vento é uma torrente, </span></i></b><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">traz-me inspiração e desolação,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">força e desânimo, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">turbulência na vida.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Quer me estontear, me seduzir</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">para percorrer o mundo e me levar longe,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">novas paragens e sonhos desmedidos.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Quer afogar-me nos longos braços em noites de silêncio e vazio,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">enquanto uma borrasca me consome</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">e me imprensa contra uma parede dura e inimaginável.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><br />
</b><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Ouço o seu rumor dentro de mim, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">desbravando colinas, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">para me levar aonde se tecem as teias, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">todas as tramas são tecidas.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Tua fronte ao alcance do olho, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">tua boca na minha,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">atados nossos corpos ao amor que nos queima,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">deixemos que o vento passe sem nos levar.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Se um dia derramares uma lágrima por mim,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">serás então meu, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">todo, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">completo, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">infinito,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">viverás o esplendor de uma apoteose rara.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Que este vento corra orlado de espuma,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">e me chame e busque galopando na sombra , </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">enquanto eu,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">mergulhada em teus olhos, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">embriagada pelo teu vinho,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">me escravizo numa noite profunda, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">imensa, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">onde só descansarei em ti pelo amor...</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Torvelinho de emoções e confissões.</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">de visadas e miradas confusas,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">de abraços e trocas gentis</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">os dois, num banco de praça,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">poeta e mulher, faz-se mister,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">a sombra é escassa.</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">São vultos que passam,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">não contam-se as horas,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">nem mesmo as demoras nessa alma de mulher</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">oscilando entre extremos</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">(Mal-me-quer ... bem-me-quer)</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">pode atrelar os dons e os sons</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">a um cabresto imaginário.</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">O que a interessa do poeta é a seiva,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sugá-la no todo, a rodo,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Exaurí-la, consumi-la transcentalmente</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">aplacar-se com a sua verve,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">num compromisso com a liberdade,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Quer ser um inseto em sua teia.</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">porque vê nela vida e exuberância,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">a única saída para o caos em volta,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">em um mundo com tudo á solta,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">percebe a pequenez do corpo e desejos,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">sente a manifestação do sublime,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">quer entrar nesse diapasão,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">vai de cabeça, de encontrão,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">mergulha no tempo, atinge um espaço,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">e o beija e comove, o olha e lambe,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">e chora e sorri despudorada,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">pedindo por tudo e pelo mais,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">agora uma vida sempre atrás,</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">da descoberta e do alívio</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">por todo o seu tempo... derradeiro</span></b></i></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">ainda pela frente...!</span></span></b></i></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-55845714795492314812010-12-15T10:26:00.000-08:002011-09-24T11:09:16.686-07:00Íngrime<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcW5HmRFhXYni22CHgbrGvx1R4SHkOglwBe9NKF0ffVhWt8lxVNDVBxcpvsRl85x1RkVMsC_ESvu9LsNNQv6zOpfCiycyV2o347oOkrvuZKeGqQT3WZihFXMsI_UaHwQHi5dhnq_-glQY/s1600/monet-impression-soleil-levant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcW5HmRFhXYni22CHgbrGvx1R4SHkOglwBe9NKF0ffVhWt8lxVNDVBxcpvsRl85x1RkVMsC_ESvu9LsNNQv6zOpfCiycyV2o347oOkrvuZKeGqQT3WZihFXMsI_UaHwQHi5dhnq_-glQY/s400/monet-impression-soleil-levant.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; 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Adeus, incessante e renovado <br />
que existirá sempre sob minha pele <br />
gerando escamas qual um peixe volátil<br />
penetrando-me com seus fluidos vitais,<br />
caem umas e já chegam outras,<br />
numa abrasão tornada infinda,<br />
formada por beijos e olhares<br />
por frutos proibidos de uma paixão <br />
com áureas de fogo na cintura .<br />
Forasteiro, receba <br />
o grande amor que de mim se projeta <br />
e que não achava objeto próprio, <br />
tornei-me exploradora muda por hábito,<br />
perdida em montes e veredas, <br />
em ilhas e mares de luminosa fantasia,<br />
Eu te encontrei depois do cálice,<br />
o mundo lavou-me as partes,<br />
removida a mortalha,<br />
retornei à vida por suas mãos, <br />
teu jeito doce ofuscou a desdita.<br />
<br />
Pedaço invisível meu, continuo em combates<br />
com a minha própria sombra, <br />
pereço ao não transformar o mundo,<br />
mas és a minha fonte<br />
jorrando aos cântaros,<br />
o meu delírio por renovação,<br />
o meu pesar por se ter de ir um dia.<br />
<br />
Explodirei o ventre da terra<br />
e fa-lo-ei maldito se te perder,<br />
em ti o meu ser se aplaca<br />
quando te possuo plenamente não existem exéquias<br />
que possam me roubar estes momentos.<br />
<br />
Defendo-me das tentações com flores<br />
para te cortejar sublime pelo infinito, <br />
sem tormento ou sensações de prejuízo,<br />
entre nós dois paira fulgurante<br />
uma cauda de cometa fosforescente <br />
nos cobrindo de enlevo,<br />
quiçá talvez um sortilégio<br />
se encadeie em nossa trilha<br />
a caminho da paz.<br />
Se fujo de ti, regresso,<br />
Se me afasto sem razão,<br />
retorno avidamente à luta<br />
pois as contendas contigo são apenas escaramuças<br />
disfarçando uma paixão perdida <br />
sustentada pelo sangue fervente<br />
das emoções de sempre<br />
desvendo-te de roupas inoportunas,<br />
procuro o teu nu encharcado,<br />
em morosa deleitação,<br />
adoro o mar do conhecimento<br />
e o das águas,<br />
por eles singro radiante e menina,<br />
vejo-me navegando, mas nunca à deriva,<br />
e o mapa que me guia são as linhas do teu mistério descrente.<br />
Ao sair de ti não me cries obstáculos,<br />
estarei exangue e sem condições <br />
de contar-te as minhas bravatas, <br />
já é teu o meu território, conquistaste-o<br />
não só para te dar ,<br />
mas para te ouvir e sentir,<br />
<br />
Um dia o movimento deixará o corpo, <br />
e a força se desvanecerá.<br />
mas todos os frutos da vida <br />
continuarão crescendo alhures, <br />
alinhados em outras consciências.<br />
Saberei acariciar as novas dimensões, <br />
porque tu me ensinaste que a ternura <br />
ultrapassa mundos e fundos.<br />
<br />
Objeto meu, vem a escuridão por ora.<br />
As rochas graníticas se endurecem <br />
nos corações dormentes, e me rodeiam .<br />
Mas não resistem às mudanças, <br />
chegada a aurora se derreterão<br />
como as geléias do impossível.<br />
Enquanto não chegam, te sinto e comando <br />
para dizer que te possuo e desejo,<br />
que te sirvo e domino,<br />
vem, te insinues ao meu toque <br />
deslizes qual bichano assustado<br />
que se entrega às doçuras do corpo e da alma..<br />
Aqui te deixo em liberdade <br />
para fazeres o que quiseres com as sementes.<br />
que plantei dentro de ti.<br />
Em nosso amor haverá sempre<br />
uma fogueira em ritual<br />
onde cantarás as emoções que nunca nos cessam.<br />
<br />
No momento exato,<br />
homem e mulher se penetrando <br />
tornamo-nos igual camada<br />
ouvindo sinfonias interiores <br />
tocadas pelas melhores harpas e violinos.<br />
Olhos esgazeados, suores incontestes,<br />
bocas suculentas, tremores e odores, <br />
respiros frágeis, e o fogo nos baixos, <br />
diremos nossos nomes cantando<br />
trocaremos os mais infames segredos, <br />
em cumplicidade aterradora, <br />
quem sou, e quem és,<br />
pobres diabos alçados à nova condição <br />
de um amor maior<br />
insolúvel, inesgotável,<br />
abundante, desinteressado,<br />
compartilhado, gêmeo, <br />
cego, torto, mas bem nascido,<br />
mas lindo como o sol nascente. <br />
Varreduras totais pelo teu corpo<br />
se interporão enquanto especularás com tua boca ,<br />
pelos meus pelos eriçados,<br />
entranhas do mundo,<br />
tudo posto à prova e despertados para o nosso regozijo mútuo, <br />
ressoando até o final dos tempos.<br />
<br />
Figura vã te acato, <br />
cautelosamente te aguardo.<br />
Um silêncio me imponho,<br />
homenagem fugaz a um império <br />
criado numa vida a dois,<br />
sobre as ondas estão firmes os pés ,<br />
sob os ares estão firmes as cabeças,<br />
apaziguadas em imensa paz<br />
jorrando vida nova, estarei sempre <br />
junto a ti, nem à distância, nem o tempo,<br />
se interporão, viverei com teu nome, <br />
essência rara, em meu pensamento<br />
rezarei beijando-te em exaltação <br />
e jamais te terei longe de mim.<br />
<br />
Virás um dia ter comigo, <br />
fundir-te num novo corpo a corpo<br />
porque em meu coração etéreo<br />
habitarão teu hálito e sombra<br />
como baluartes dos reflexos<br />
que nossas almas se permitirão,<br />
E nessa hora te esperarei, sutil,<br />
diáfana, purificada pelo teu florescer,<br />
corda celestial nos envolverá<br />
formando o melhor par da vida,<br />
não existirão portas nem portais,<br />
para nos consumir com o tempo,<br />
nem solidão, nem multidão...</span></b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b><span style="background-color: black; font-size: small;">(W.J.) </span></b></i></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-58418811713971432062010-12-10T10:53:00.000-08:002011-09-24T11:10:35.644-07:00Carmesim<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Na pista escura por onde viajo</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">sinto a lacuna densa, incolor,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">feita de nada e tudo</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">a me envolver onde o movimento libertador foi ocultado.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">E você apenas sorrí.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Seja da minha atmosfera infantil sobressalente,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">a franja mal aparada no espelho de casa,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">uma estrofe que me leva ao seu domínio</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">ou quando puxo os cílios escondendo a timidez ao me confrontar com uma questão pertubadora.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">Porquê, no fundo, você me lê,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">decifra o enigma</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">cuja criptografia, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">ao pé do ouvido,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black;">é extasiante pelo prazer do seu adivinhar...</span></i></b></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-17394152427518394472010-11-01T09:29:00.000-07:002011-09-24T11:11:09.260-07:00Assemblage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHvvOgcy4gvHEMEvRksA2zuz06xhfn6gojRYF4g3hAHAc6d2Z3yKlze25-VwePva_0UKVcO4q9G2NcG8t15efxAnQPpn-YFGHVJM6tky51HcPDHYRkVm1g9YwH6ohGBby-65TdEONg_lU/s1600/obvious5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHvvOgcy4gvHEMEvRksA2zuz06xhfn6gojRYF4g3hAHAc6d2Z3yKlze25-VwePva_0UKVcO4q9G2NcG8t15efxAnQPpn-YFGHVJM6tky51HcPDHYRkVm1g9YwH6ohGBby-65TdEONg_lU/s320/obvious5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">O óbvio me avisa novamente:</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">aquela voz não esboçou reação alguma.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Colocou-se estática,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">figura inanimada, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">sem sabor,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">quase nem rosto ou história.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">E eu, o que faço?</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">O marasmo crítico assentido por vezes me atrai: um mundo intrínseco, onde nada tem nome, quando tudo transpõe a abnegação...</span></i></b></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-45789494926482443102010-11-01T09:01:00.000-07:002011-09-24T11:14:03.802-07:00Toques<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">mesmo que movida a uma mórbida curiosidade quando assombra o ainda febril encanto.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Num giro desfalecer,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">deixar-se envolver pela sintonia perolada anulando o sentido do pequeno quarto vazio, </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">outrora perfumado, instigante, lábios em brasa viva.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">E tão somente despertar sentidos,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">desviando vacilante do abraço</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">que maldosamente me procura</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">quando todos os outros faltam.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">No enlêvo do imaginário caminhar,</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">pela grama viva, terra passeando pelos calcanhares </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">onde a bruma delirante</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">se aninha sem pedir licença.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Como seu indecifrável contato.</span></i></b></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-80287423566993103682010-10-19T04:39:00.000-07:002011-09-24T11:19:03.552-07:00Kertesz<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90U6D1p6rVBH4IkHdlo6zn3OCzd8Tzg4O9Mr0x3JoSRMAkwXt7DRf6yaMxJiaxcqF9Yz6XkcZaYjMyJsOVBJjwxgRbjUBEqXwNhm-H6aL_8ZukP9-byY6F4fge7vcpcF3i2EuUa0KzZo/s1600/springflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90U6D1p6rVBH4IkHdlo6zn3OCzd8Tzg4O9Mr0x3JoSRMAkwXt7DRf6yaMxJiaxcqF9Yz6XkcZaYjMyJsOVBJjwxgRbjUBEqXwNhm-H6aL_8ZukP9-byY6F4fge7vcpcF3i2EuUa0KzZo/s400/springflower.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBpJeXNwE1E-4iWWVR0KUgXkaROq17GSE9Ms-DzRKNL8mzAHGnjzk524Z1sxALk1p96BHVyl_CZNRlE7rFFzfbBuDfkHKVMIFbxGkUKD3Ym9o16d62_Jb5FwxSgHlCXfRG0aw2ZYys5M/s1600/callahan_eleanor_chi47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Quisera tocar demoradamente</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>sem ser notada,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>como do mesmo modo que a Via Láctea faz aos interlúdios mais secretos,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>a sublime imagem memorizada.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Decifraria tudo, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>seus traços ofuscados pela madrugada,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b> inúmeras vezes, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>acordando o sentido adormecido.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b><span style="background-color: black;">Peculiaridades se escondem num silencioso extasiar</span>. </b></i></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-28043975440459767242010-10-19T04:08:00.000-07:002011-09-24T11:33:06.329-07:00Lucy´s hat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Aquela montanha pediu:</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>"Vai, lança-te no salto fatal,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>faz com que as mãos entrelaçadas anulem a visão</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>para escancarem o descomunal.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Ao tocar as rochas corte o caudaloso e gelado rio, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>que tudo pareça incolor,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>cristalino, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>o fundo cinza...</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Mas vai.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Só assim reconhecerá o raio fulmegante e reticente </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>que, atrelado ao seu corpo viaja</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>tácito, desconcertante, pequeno,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>imenso mundo que nasce na planta dos pés,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>no impulsionar enquanto sonhas..."</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Me predisponho ao inevitável</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Portanto me questiono</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Analisando o tal ponto</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Que no conto,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Irremediavelmente tonto,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Insiste em não sucumbir ao pertinente escombro. </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Pelo menos é o que entendí,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>pronto.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Mas... </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>até quando? </b></i></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179450656403723870.post-45797026509143310622010-10-13T09:57:00.000-07:002010-11-24T14:03:51.028-08:00Na mão<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIBgqPl2wSNvcoYHi9BXIhnaJ9mMsggbgXUaMiajnetlASKkUR6dPrSGachUOXYvY-t2NvGaqtwd5Zy5UxFk8CEEC009KqQQWiIzopPTD2cyZJGeTcpmSPYXG04ZshYYChBYRUBLhB5I/s1600/108498323wIWMTw_fs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIBgqPl2wSNvcoYHi9BXIhnaJ9mMsggbgXUaMiajnetlASKkUR6dPrSGachUOXYvY-t2NvGaqtwd5Zy5UxFk8CEEC009KqQQWiIzopPTD2cyZJGeTcpmSPYXG04ZshYYChBYRUBLhB5I/s320/108498323wIWMTw_fs.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Me despedirei de ti mil vezes se for preciso</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Sendo assim quero</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Na urgência do abraço invisível tocante</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Retirar de mim o seu mundo, os últimos pedaços</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Que tortuosamente perduram pelas madrugadas incomensuráveis.</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Aniquilar plácido, inodoro, </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Cambaleante na beira da estrada, cegado pelo castigante sol,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Falsa sombra reconfortante</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Intercalada pela fadiga da caminhada</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Derruba o pensar,</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Paralisa o agir,</b></i><i><b> </b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><i><b>Inebria o encantar...</b></i></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">A alstroemeria resplandece institivamente</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Com a ambiguidade do óbvio </span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Olhar paciente, reluz emudecido ao bocejar do astro dominante</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Revira os cantos</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">De um jardim qualquer:</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;">Epílogo mais do que reticente...</span></i></b></div></div>Miss Yhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10665207662545834689noreply@blogger.com0