tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56335631731178133482024-03-29T03:28:29.307+00:00A Luz Fragmentada"A minha resistência / à morte do pensamento." Fiama Hasse Pais BrandãoBLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.comBlogger595125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-76777856991142155722024-03-22T17:57:00.003+00:002024-03-26T15:06:53.603+00:00Escombros<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Bv5ekj4r3iE" width="320" youtube-src-id="Bv5ekj4r3iE"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Desligas-te
de folhas antigas</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">e
seca um veio de sangue </span></span>
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">dentro
de ti.</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Tudo
se cobriu de pó e</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">de
ninhos de aranhas</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">fecha-se
o ciclo</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">de
uma teia </span></span>
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">de
sorrisos.</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Olhas
os destroços</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">são
agora escombros da memória</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">rascunhos
de pegadas </span></span>
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">desenhadas
no chão.</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Ali
está o tempo.</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Caminhos
de vida e</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">de
morte.</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Rostos
</span></span>
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">vozes</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">gritos
de raiva</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">movimentações
do amor.</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Na
busca de um ego</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
condenação</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
sujeição à surdina</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ao
papelito dos sonhos</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">mudo</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">no
fundo do mundo.</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">A
Floresta Encantada</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">os
duendes</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
noite</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
madrugada.</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Tudo
é pó</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">agora</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">e
aquela aranha a esfregar as mãos</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<span style="color: black;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
rir-se de ti.</span></span></p><p>
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">
<br /><br />
</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><br /></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><br /></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">BL</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT">22.03.24</p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><br /></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><br /></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><br /></p><p align="LEFT" lang="pt-PT"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-83447886058693730082024-03-09T14:20:00.002+00:002024-03-26T15:28:36.491+00:00Não esquecer o corta-vento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uolDTn5Aoxo" width="320" youtube-src-id="uolDTn5Aoxo"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">A
meio caminho acendo fogueiras</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">como
se navegasse um céu</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">na
aparência de primavera</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">e
desafiasse novelos de tempestades</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">com
asas em trajetórias ascendentes.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Mas
não.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Neste
lado do tempo</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">o
poema quer fugir da loucura</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">dos
estilhaços dos dias</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">escrever
calendários sem idade.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">São
somente versos avulsos</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">o
eterno olhar artificial a baloiçar nas palavras.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Um
destes dias hei de</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">remover
a ansiedade das sílabas e deixar fluir </span>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">cristalina</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
voz guardada.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">09.03.24</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-3819769377421824072024-03-08T09:57:00.007+00:002024-03-08T09:57:52.405+00:00Mulher (8)<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Guardo a palavra em
lábios macios,</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">atravesso as estações
entre raízes e frutos,</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">sou a ave que resiste,
sem ao tempo obedecer,</span></p><p>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">nem a asa quebrada me faz
esmorecer.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">BL</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-26189156788864907242024-03-08T09:56:00.005+00:002024-03-08T09:56:34.987+00:00Mulher (7)<p> </p><p><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Poesia
é estar contigo, é dar-te o beijo que não me pediste,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">dizer-te
a saudade que sinto, a meio do dia.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">É
o ritmo melódico dos afetos,</span></p><p>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a
cadência harmoniosa da solidariedade.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-9493997254430237462024-03-07T13:48:00.001+00:002024-03-07T13:48:11.278+00:00Mulher (6)<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Procuro-me no fundo de
manhãs a cores,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">sou pedaços de vento,
onde acordam entoações de primavera,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">reinvento-me, na matriz
das borboletas</span></p><p>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">e em voos de linho,
respiro, à janela.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">BL</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-56053735413810428082024-03-06T15:13:00.004+00:002024-03-06T15:13:26.843+00:00Mulher (5)<p> </p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">São
de ouro e azul as doces melodias que me enchem de ti,</span></p><p align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">e sob a luz do outrora, que
não quer partir, liberto a minha alma</span></p><p align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">do que não posso querer, na
intemporalidade de um momento</span></p><p>
</p><p align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">que é só nosso, teu e meu,
e sem regresso.</span></p><p align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-73302497260531718212024-03-06T11:12:00.006+00:002024-03-06T11:12:47.626+00:00Mulher (4)<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">É só meu o corpo rasgado, dentro de vestes de gala,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">expulso das palavras a chama solitária de noites vazadas,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">sangro algemas, turbulências, sorrindo esperanças e desejos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">encho de música o oceano em que me perco.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-62370118649687766342024-03-05T10:23:00.007+00:002024-03-05T10:23:46.675+00:00Mulher (3)<p> </p><p><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Cresceste a flor que em
mim germinei,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">amor maior do que as
palavas que não sei,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">com sabor podei o teu
futuro,</span></p><p>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">minha filha, Flor-Mulher,
meu fruto maduro.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">BL</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">04.03.24</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-80146961610860492372024-03-05T10:18:00.001+00:002024-03-05T10:19:06.072+00:00Mulher (2)<p> </p><p><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Brilham, bem distantes,
as estrelas, na redoma universal.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">E aqui, tão dentro e tão
perto,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">minha Mãe, Mulher-poema,</span></p><p>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">minha luz atemporal.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">BL</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">02.03.24</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-6017433153048561902024-03-04T17:06:00.000+00:002024-03-04T17:06:15.040+00:00Mulher (1)<p> </p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">E o pintor capta a luz. Do rosto<br /></span><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">e de um futuro iluminado, sob a pele do ventre.<br /></span><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">És tu, Mulher,<br /></span><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">semente e vento.</span></h4><div><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">BL</span></div><div><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; color: #125298; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">01.03.24</span></div>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-35447244205007614962024-02-23T16:01:00.001+00:002024-02-23T17:54:57.769+00:00Amor tem nome de morte<p> </p><p><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">Carregam nos braços a
morte</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">a fome em gritos de
guerra</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">deixam lá atrás os
olhos em cinzas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">percorrem estradas
desabitadas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">e nelas enterram
histórias</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">e memórias.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">Carregam a vida em</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">nuvens de silêncio e
guardam o tempo</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">da esperança em notícias
cegas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">ou num leito de neve</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">à procura de aves</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">cor de céus</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ou das raízes</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">de um deus.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">23.02.24</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-88550793570315332322024-02-22T14:15:00.006+00:002024-03-22T17:36:04.598+00:00agora não choro<p> </p><p lang="zxx" style="break-before: page; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">entretanto já me</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">tinham dito que</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">era um buraco negro que
se abria</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">um vazio</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">repleto de dor</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">angústia</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">um desespero sem curva</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">muito menos uma luz</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">depois da curva</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">mas nesse tempo</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">eu chorava</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">depois secava as lágrimas
</span>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">e sorria porque me
parecia</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">que tudo era normal</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">e brilhava</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">agora não choro</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">vou oscilando só</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">num vazio que alastra</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">desgasta</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">como se fossem os meus olhos</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">de criança</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">a começarem a morrer.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">22.02.24</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-34418673693400497802024-02-10T16:12:00.001+00:002024-02-10T16:14:15.346+00:00Retorno<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/N_OSf46kghk" width="320" youtube-src-id="N_OSf46kghk"></iframe></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Sei
que dentro do teu olhar</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a minha voz é substância da memória.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">E
dela pingará o meu nome</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">como
vírgula numa página que não acaba.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Lógica
árida</span></p><p>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">esta
que me envolve de estrelas o coração.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">10.02.24</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-23341326814714512792024-01-26T21:33:00.001+00:002024-02-06T11:19:52.323+00:00Cantiga d'amigo - Eu temo de vos perder<p> </p><p><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Com
belas donzelas bailastes, amigo,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">todas
com paixão por vós.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">E
eu por vós ensandeci,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">desde
o dia em que vos vi.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Ai
de mim, por Deus, amigo,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">nunca
deixeis de me querer.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Olhai só p'ra mim, amigo,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">que é de vós que eu quero ser.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Não olheis p'ra outras delas,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">que eu temo de vos perder.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ai de mim, por Deus, amigo,</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">nunca deixeis de me querer.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ai,
amigo, meu coração</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">já
não sabe o que fazer.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Avisa-me
que cai ao chão</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">se
tiver de vos não ter.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Ai
de mim, por Deus, amigo,</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">nunca
deixeis de me querer.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">24.01.24</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-89976573722812105352024-01-18T16:15:00.006+00:002024-01-19T14:34:02.019+00:00Sonho<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PPG2IKMyKno" width="320" youtube-src-id="PPG2IKMyKno"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sou
apenas a cinza do último cigarro,</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a
pena que a gaivota perdeu em voo planado,</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">dentro
de um grito a palavra escarpada,</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">uma
memória desfocada.</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sou
um sonho que olhou e não me viu,</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">um
esperar desesperado,</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">uma
nuvem em mares de tempestade,</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">um
tempo que passou e riu.</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Como
ser</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a
brisa suave entre o vazio dos espaços,</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a
serenidade de um rio,</span></p><p lang="pt-PT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">o
silêncio azul da madrugada,</span></p><p>
</p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">um poema, na luz limpa e
renovada?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-46400831308513372782024-01-10T17:45:00.004+00:002024-01-10T17:46:29.344+00:00Andamentos<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="break-before: page; margin-bottom: 0cm; page-break-before: always;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">Naquele lugar que marcava o
estado inicial</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">saciávamo-nos em pulsações
nervosas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">deixando que o mundo fluísse</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">em relógios invisíveis</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">na clareira do tempo</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">que suspendo na memória.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span>Sem voz para cantar </span>
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">até que a paisagem adormeça</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">calo-me agora</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">para que o retorno aconteça</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">e</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">na indefinição dos mundos</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">possa reinventar a cor</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">ver longe</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">e partir</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">reconhecer-me una</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span>e voltar a ser só uma </span>
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">dentro do que sobrou</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">e sou.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span>Porque </span>
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">de súbito</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">é tangível a realidade das
sombras</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">e ecoa</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">ao limiar da foz</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">o piano do último
andamento.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">09.03.2010</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p>
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-62723374978963911552024-01-05T18:40:00.004+00:002024-01-06T15:55:48.550+00:00Falésias de sal<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xwtdhWltSIg" width="320" youtube-src-id="xwtdhWltSIg"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">O horizonte geme chamas </span>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">sobre as águas.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">Na ilusão de uma crença
onde te abrigues</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">soletras sílabas de
incerteza</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">num gesto distraído</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">à boca da noite.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">Caminhas sobre o silêncio</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">falésias de sal</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">preso ao enigma do
crepúsculo.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">Encandeado pelo limbo das
estrelas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">traças mapas de viagens</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">[ inocência dos pássaros
que te atravessam ]</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">e acendes verbos no
poema.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">Sacodes o orvalho do
rosto </span>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">percorres os olhares
povoados de mar.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">Próximo e distante</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">afundas o teu coração</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">na cumplicidade das
veias.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">A metamorfose das águas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">cabe agora nas tuas mãos.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif">05.01.24</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p>
</p><p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-65358502320213904202024-01-01T14:55:00.004+00:002024-01-01T14:55:31.116+00:00Em (des)equilíbrio<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Os meus passos perdem o equilíbrio</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">quando roídos pelo desequilíbrio dos dias</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">que apenas morrem </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">como se fossem pedras paridas por um poemário</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">em que o sol se deita quando nasce.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pergunto-me pelos fios de luz das manhãs</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">pela maciez do rio que entrava pelo espelho</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">pergunto-me pelo dia ornado de laços</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">e sorrisos de natal</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">pelo dia em que o vento me possa trazer fitas de malmequeres</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">e o meu rosto não reflita</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">o sal invisível dos pedaços de palavras.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pergunto-me pelo tempo </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">em que ainda venha a tempo de marcar encontro comigo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">de me perguntar por mim mesma</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">e rasgar as grades prisioneiras dos medos</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">no reequilíbrio do gesto.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">08.12.11</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-48287501597228952932023-12-26T16:33:00.004+00:002024-01-09T13:54:06.786+00:00Im.ajo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mm_sQeJ890E" width="320" youtube-src-id="mm_sQeJ890E"></iframe></div><br /><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span face="Arial, sans-serif">Entre
o verso e a parede”</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">atravesso
o tempo num grito</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">limpo
a sede</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">modero
o temperamento</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">tempero
o vento</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">e
agito.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Sou
a pedra na palavra</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
leveza com que se atina</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">depende
do arado que lavra</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ou
da nota que [des]afina.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Quebro
a regra</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">abrando
o ritmo</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">subo
a vereda</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">acerto
o biorritmo.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Viajo.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Im.ajo.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">25.12.23</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-48713079525327716242023-12-09T18:41:00.006+00:002023-12-13T15:21:18.351+00:00Floema<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YUH1IeR1sqo" width="320" youtube-src-id="YUH1IeR1sqo"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Tateio na pele das árvores</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">a trança das memórias. Penteio os sonhos</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">de ontem e de amanhã</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">nomes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">vultos que reaprendo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">nas palavras onde moro.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Guardo no vento sementes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">inesgotáveis</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">navios repletos de sol</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">onde equilibro os gestos</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">e aquieto a flutuação do tempo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Dias de espera sobrevivem </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">em insaciáveis gotas de água</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">visíveis na sonoridade das folhas azuis</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">suspensas da claridade dos pássaros</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">e do recomeço do movimento.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">09.04.11</span></p><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-75524336172157611992023-12-06T10:47:00.006+00:002023-12-06T14:08:54.206+00:00Era domingo e chovia<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SBa24ky-vmQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="SBa24ky-vmQ"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Carregado
de dores saiu</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">de
casa</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">o
cão pela trela.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Queria
encontrar folhas </span>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">vivas
onde desenhar palavras</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">pontes
de mãos estendidas.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Poderia
até encontrar árvores</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">atravessadas
de luz</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ou
um pedaço de céu</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">que
lhe fosse asa</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ou
bússola.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Percorreu
duas ou três ruas</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">cruzou-se
com quase ninguém.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Não
viu árvores nos passeios</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">nem
reparou no chão</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">coberto
de folhas.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Não
encontrou palavras</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">nos
rostos das pessoas.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">O
cão levou-o de regresso</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
casa</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">alto
magro mãos nos bolsos</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">vazios de palavras</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">o
olhar coberto de nuvens cinzentas</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">perdido de si.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">05.12.23</span></p><p></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-18274160319360617872023-11-28T14:37:00.008+00:002024-03-06T11:00:05.750+00:00Eu apenas e a janela<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lB6a-iD6ZOY" width="320" youtube-src-id="lB6a-iD6ZOY"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div>
<p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">Eu apenas e a janela
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">sem rosto onde abrigo</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">o tempo.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">Percorro a solidão</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">das ruas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a ausência magoa</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">o</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> v</span><span style="font-family: arial;">azio ecoa</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">de asas abertas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">palavras</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">por dizer.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">Sustenho o chão na raiz</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">dos laços que me restam e
sou</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">nas rosas</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">breves</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">que o silêncio não levou.</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">Eu apenas e a tela invisível</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">do tempo</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">em branco</span></p><p lang="" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></p><p lang="zxx" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">que me sobrou.</span></p>
<p lang="" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p lang="" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p lang="" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">07.06.12</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-4448406886970421682023-11-20T15:18:00.002+00:002023-11-28T18:37:52.994+00:00Enquanto a poesia não vier<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9gROYU2j-40" width="320" youtube-src-id="9gROYU2j-40"></iframe></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Há no vento um silêncio de neblinas</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">um silêncio invisível</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">nos arbustos da manhã</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">uma canção impossível</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">de eternas borboletas</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">a renascer-me na pele</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">em imagens sobrepostas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Entreabro a janela</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">enfrento os silêncios de dentro</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">arrumo sombras</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">e lágrimas uterinas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Até ao anoitecer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">enquanto a poesia não vier</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">caio em gotas de água fria</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">os dedos entrelaçados na valsa do vento</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">os olhos a caminharem sobre o tempo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">como se nunca fossem chegar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">BL</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">14.06.12</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-69020730144659817842023-11-04T12:49:00.006+00:002024-01-09T14:08:10.662+00:00Silabário<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qyKf8OUCMmA" width="320" youtube-src-id="qyKf8OUCMmA"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Explosão de sílabas </span>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">algumas fragmentadas</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">outras em moldes feitos por medida</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">murmúrios
ascendentes</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">preces</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ou</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">memórias</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ecos
da luz</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">andarilhos de espaços navegáveis.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Por
vezes são</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
respiração sonhada</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
ondulação do tempo</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">o
compasso do ar</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
travessia do grito.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Conjugam
a sombra e</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
fuga</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">o
mito </span>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ou</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
metáfora.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Transportam
ausências</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">erros</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">ou</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">cicatrizes.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Por
vezes são</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
última vez</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">o
risco</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
libertação</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">o
fim.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p><p>
</p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">03.11.23</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633563173117813348.post-52817565627290853512023-10-30T13:35:00.006+00:002023-11-25T16:10:39.532+00:00Nuances de primavera<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UNx-pLczczM" width="320" youtube-src-id="UNx-pLczczM"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">No
tronco da utopia </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">expio
o exílio dos pássaros </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">sem
saber explicar as coisas entranhadas</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">na
noite.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Procuro
um diálogo</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a
madrugada</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">sim</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">contudo
somente sílabas surdas</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">envelhecem
nas minhas</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">mãos.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Ser
árvore</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">renascer
folhagem ou apenas folha</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">verde
simples céu azul ao fundo</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">parca
de silêncio espesso</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">nuances
de primavera</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">enfim.</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">BL</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">30.10.23</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p>BLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02973018667776550439noreply@blogger.com0