tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21162404815110730362024-02-07T02:43:09.812-03:00Cardio-grafiaPoemas. De todo dia.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-29093298130686809092010-09-12T08:53:00.001-03:002010-09-12T08:54:48.075-03:00Disso...<div align="right">O pior do des-amor, do ex-amor, descobri: </div><div align="right">são as crises de abstinência.</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-19737768045571597872010-09-10T10:47:00.012-03:002010-09-10T11:52:48.737-03:00Presente de aniversário às avessas ou a dor de (des)conhecer e o desejo de se ainda ter<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOf1_IkPWXYRsYBeHkUjts8-v4m4OaZUvM0cCUDrywsLr533CpHXhosHFzfKDc3UJplBc_Bkf-co6HTxgcp86Iq_9pGIXHPyA5yBotreeOsgXSFD4Tvdb6ZuQWQ_jbA1k1kZOsIMuauI/s1600/rabisco-no-quadro-negro-6cc82.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515287078630641794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOf1_IkPWXYRsYBeHkUjts8-v4m4OaZUvM0cCUDrywsLr533CpHXhosHFzfKDc3UJplBc_Bkf-co6HTxgcp86Iq_9pGIXHPyA5yBotreeOsgXSFD4Tvdb6ZuQWQ_jbA1k1kZOsIMuauI/s320/rabisco-no-quadro-negro-6cc82.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">O ruim de se conhecer os hábitos alheios </div><div align="center">(e de se ter ciúme, dor e imaginação (?) em quantidades)<br />é que se sabe que banho não tomado<br />rescende a motel;<br />roupa guardada: tem cheiro do outro.<br />bolsa maior (como hoje): guarda as roupas para<br />depois do depois e para amanhã (porque eu viajo hoje)</div><br />Isso é que sei - como ainda esquecer? - que hoje é aniversário dela<br />e sei que hoje vai ter festa.<br /><br />E os amigos vão estar lá ou ali, aqui e acolá<br />E ele (porque não?) também (ou a festa seria ele?)<br /><br />A risada vem fácil e a vida continua.<br /><br />Por isso, o lamento dela para mim, hoje, aqui, ainda,<br />não tem cor, nem cheiro, diante dessa dor imensa<br />de conhecer os hábitos alheios. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Feliz aniversário: receba-o do jeito que for, para um dia ser melhor...</div><div align="center"></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-21256934845322869982010-08-16T01:59:00.002-03:002010-08-16T02:04:09.379-03:00Compêndio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rB9y2KGpdGQxYx15OA6de6Ggwh1gn74Yq4Vu13lxutv-xgA_UYV1Dm6bSx9hdAcxggtRP75fGWywX0D24D8t-y1CXWpz7FZQ0sGhlRvNQV2SdZCBH1q_HbF7w-aZ9BGgdR935a7h-Z0/s1600/fruta+004.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rB9y2KGpdGQxYx15OA6de6Ggwh1gn74Yq4Vu13lxutv-xgA_UYV1Dm6bSx9hdAcxggtRP75fGWywX0D24D8t-y1CXWpz7FZQ0sGhlRvNQV2SdZCBH1q_HbF7w-aZ9BGgdR935a7h-Z0/s320/fruta+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505868549268687938" /></a><br />Invadir<br />pode ser <br />deflagrar.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-67178633702382806882010-08-16T01:56:00.003-03:002010-08-16T01:59:46.284-03:00Dantes<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5cHj8EGDZiPCgBeV4kGLyChpkl3OmdwUl145iP7Kcv1hxxEb9Et2QwGW9Rz5UM1krlmvngYwZruEUYpaNUKgAR7XpkDY4pfrXFfI9sLZnMu2uu8dB6MBVwWsoLCUlY-VWnh0UyP-XxU/s1600/isqueiro3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505867599452968850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5cHj8EGDZiPCgBeV4kGLyChpkl3OmdwUl145iP7Kcv1hxxEb9Et2QwGW9Rz5UM1krlmvngYwZruEUYpaNUKgAR7XpkDY4pfrXFfI9sLZnMu2uu8dB6MBVwWsoLCUlY-VWnh0UyP-XxU/s320/isqueiro3.jpg" /></a>Se eu perguntar, você responde<br />claramente,<br />definitivamente,<br />verdadeiramente,<br />insuspeitadamente,<br />corriqueiramente,<br />cotidianamente,<br />cegamente,<br /><br />Ou mente? </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-70167728503868656042010-08-16T01:52:00.003-03:002010-08-16T02:04:32.185-03:00Front<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBjHrU5BDQXscstyNoGfczQ5L_1-eJUir5zr3fuqLfDC2FtL5GVWOP8BKjj_oTpfW2CO8en7jP0w6d7Evqmwq_Y4QZon_C8wDs7_BehmI_-6j3hoylZnfSKcE-tlNNMg1VimZr41V1pw/s1600/melancia1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505866833030773298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBjHrU5BDQXscstyNoGfczQ5L_1-eJUir5zr3fuqLfDC2FtL5GVWOP8BKjj_oTpfW2CO8en7jP0w6d7Evqmwq_Y4QZon_C8wDs7_BehmI_-6j3hoylZnfSKcE-tlNNMg1VimZr41V1pw/s320/melancia1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Andei vivendo em um campo minado de dúvidas, de velhas guerras.<br />Nostalgia tinha invadido e dominado vasta região de mim.<br />Desabrigo o todo agora, porque essa melancolia não me serve.</div><br /><div align="center">Quero procurar novos fronts, novos entreveros, novas batalhas.<br />Mas quero: aposentar as armas. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-38989218809290650032010-08-16T01:47:00.003-03:002010-08-16T02:04:45.919-03:00Da separação<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikV04B8qFkZexx32S541U7OscclmLtQvM04ee-xDJ4j89ctsgEnNKdwxo39C7wxpV-m0FQbnl_n5NIrLGVUhVAEHKU8L50Jx2L8N1QW10c_plOQCERjfaubyjhd1VZ29tDxwthdxG8NdE/s1600/janela1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505865455814366738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikV04B8qFkZexx32S541U7OscclmLtQvM04ee-xDJ4j89ctsgEnNKdwxo39C7wxpV-m0FQbnl_n5NIrLGVUhVAEHKU8L50Jx2L8N1QW10c_plOQCERjfaubyjhd1VZ29tDxwthdxG8NdE/s320/janela1.jpg" /></a><br />Ela deve estar certa.(?)<br />Apart - amentos são<br />a saída mais segura.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-47937165960879957402010-08-16T01:42:00.004-03:002010-08-16T01:46:35.076-03:00Parecer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEKr01tXvcqhdBVw0abU5rXgEQpNPwUmaliYiqNgZ9fsacNuMKi1cotrZ-PYTW_pUtQrdnVezhsgSmq-Bdo-gObxPaJfu53Y9U48MEav1I4nUikVklmELJxLOaFeuiHyo4MPW4jZ8r0s/s1600/barcoportodavila2.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505864425243992834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEKr01tXvcqhdBVw0abU5rXgEQpNPwUmaliYiqNgZ9fsacNuMKi1cotrZ-PYTW_pUtQrdnVezhsgSmq-Bdo-gObxPaJfu53Y9U48MEav1I4nUikVklmELJxLOaFeuiHyo4MPW4jZ8r0s/s320/barcoportodavila2.jpg2.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EMXSY-s-jA20UFTYf8Pt0EF6VBHqatYw5Db-JWqip96melHsIiPyfvNplbmccFYLjS3kaZQTtBdIrXVofzfLk0xCB_umLr1Vqg1nPA-6wpsUD99udzJiezcBFSRQSxC9rE6cv7RVxpc/s1600/barcoportodavila2.jpg2.jpg"></a></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">confusion feelings love love love<br />confusion love love confusion<br />feelings feelings feelings<br />love love love<br />confusion confusion confusion<br />fear pain fear pain<br />confusion feelings love love pain love<br />freedom </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-26206971664457017762010-08-16T01:38:00.004-03:002010-08-16T02:06:07.648-03:00Ânsia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8-6a_UPusQH_wg9fntgsgnLqZtDtus9bLF_C_7n2JaZwC3fseIz6ZGu_Ev9GH3pPtEaa08oDi24qqqH7A5u_J2AlfqFHDidoC5sQv9YfKQlcMz6p8_dftdE3L5w2dEUhXEddQfDkwQg/s1600/cd+032.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505869566009115250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8-6a_UPusQH_wg9fntgsgnLqZtDtus9bLF_C_7n2JaZwC3fseIz6ZGu_Ev9GH3pPtEaa08oDi24qqqH7A5u_J2AlfqFHDidoC5sQv9YfKQlcMz6p8_dftdE3L5w2dEUhXEddQfDkwQg/s320/cd+032.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawglLIfUxVj399-kUsPiMursbCllA_xgDjlMqQI3lkEs7oL3yXo-58WFaDEqscK2Ild9gjJAFZsj3SzlLt7Y1jqxeQekuzgOT-H2srt5RobobKaEfKLeMtX-NtR2jhvBg4-_KROSNpIw/s1600/cd+026.jpg"></a><br /><br />Meu fluxo<br />é intenso.</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-48844050583821488112010-08-16T01:15:00.002-03:002010-08-16T01:21:35.190-03:00Fala assim:<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyu7LF-HZF97f7sDVO3AAwo0t8avIVfJro2Jvnc1RG04gPZs1pmqiTkJAJ9C6BFGg1Junhv-5oms-t-XK6-w3YqRHPj0IlYrlb6U5cnUmaTza-GtJnYjlml3K3yC-mi-sIDN7eDyTpw80/s1600/flagramte2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505857859057125458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyu7LF-HZF97f7sDVO3AAwo0t8avIVfJro2Jvnc1RG04gPZs1pmqiTkJAJ9C6BFGg1Junhv-5oms-t-XK6-w3YqRHPj0IlYrlb6U5cnUmaTza-GtJnYjlml3K3yC-mi-sIDN7eDyTpw80/s320/flagramte2.jpg" /></a><br />Diz<br />que<br />dá<br /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-81167377723370354402010-05-10T19:02:00.002-03:002010-05-10T19:05:34.801-03:00Emprestado<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2pSUs6ozLa35IWNAzhSCzmTd5MZUhhLab3_SGF2_llwvwqkNh_qVOelbDvgCkvdSnyhJJKNOQYDxEzeRCZCQjsSWOko5n5hs-hcrlBR93Fw6cQuCuOYwamUJCXAesohAQ0KRIRfjRuc/s1600/girassol2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469765861787533906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2pSUs6ozLa35IWNAzhSCzmTd5MZUhhLab3_SGF2_llwvwqkNh_qVOelbDvgCkvdSnyhJJKNOQYDxEzeRCZCQjsSWOko5n5hs-hcrlBR93Fw6cQuCuOYwamUJCXAesohAQ0KRIRfjRuc/s320/girassol2.jpg" /></a><br />Poema emprestado:<br />“São as águas de março<br />Fechando o verão.<br />É promessa de vida<br />No meu coração. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-36062140542913498752010-05-10T18:56:00.002-03:002010-05-10T18:58:02.511-03:00Da vida assim...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqk2lJne0mUMSFrZrG-558H0AlGv9VtGFHncHoFeWQaASstyJuvpxnL3iYXH484wn1Yex8TVEtrWzl66elXtCSpPqfw_ks9YON8H4GiRd62MTK4I00RvWIHW4daOjvTO5ap3o-yv48Kf0/s1600/sinatv.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469763895623289442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqk2lJne0mUMSFrZrG-558H0AlGv9VtGFHncHoFeWQaASstyJuvpxnL3iYXH484wn1Yex8TVEtrWzl66elXtCSpPqfw_ks9YON8H4GiRd62MTK4I00RvWIHW4daOjvTO5ap3o-yv48Kf0/s320/sinatv.jpg" /></a><br />Dormir com o lap top<br />como companheiro...<br />Isso sim, é obsceno. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-66091196178205919722010-05-10T18:47:00.003-03:002010-05-10T18:58:17.422-03:00Do apreço<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjC2hAR-65krALPcvZd3LVhDmXBI3PjjiVzz1DfoVc7cU9I4JTTvHTLpgb_KciYTU2hpt7dM9kLd17Z93Q1J90POQNpHVSJt2Y6A-nvDQUNqal1jWSaAYx_sy62UqRSx6ji9owBUCO-Oc/s1600/MUNDOPARTIDO.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469763299924348658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjC2hAR-65krALPcvZd3LVhDmXBI3PjjiVzz1DfoVc7cU9I4JTTvHTLpgb_KciYTU2hpt7dM9kLd17Z93Q1J90POQNpHVSJt2Y6A-nvDQUNqal1jWSaAYx_sy62UqRSx6ji9owBUCO-Oc/s320/MUNDOPARTIDO.jpg" /></a> A saudade late,<br />rosna,<br />feroz:<br />acuada<br />dentro do peito. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-44516297772229917732010-05-10T18:34:00.006-03:002010-05-10T18:58:51.292-03:00Água<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSEKmxmOXh3CDIdH0XwkINn_kSWeYQ884HUTZ138LHgf82feddm92t1VKEcvABjGrp9IoFtol5Z9YhOIqSsqVQee5KAK-j33BhtuOG6ThFXgQ3lUx6_W9o0SkPOdkrGpxvtyfN72i6tc/s1600/gota2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469760064432358002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSEKmxmOXh3CDIdH0XwkINn_kSWeYQ884HUTZ138LHgf82feddm92t1VKEcvABjGrp9IoFtol5Z9YhOIqSsqVQee5KAK-j33BhtuOG6ThFXgQ3lUx6_W9o0SkPOdkrGpxvtyfN72i6tc/s400/gota2.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrz_xqNrL-CU3hxHuHKap4ZnsbDZiPrqBzEVbPsJZzjAl1V7THKanZCFegwC0xlS61TD9wtch_GXYOf14Vlm08W9s7Jns_EJ7rD557wchkyKovzhFd3vef-bFxBxluRFNIx9kjWmmxHg/s1600/gota2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />O banho<br />me salva. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-47760526187526484662010-04-30T07:37:00.005-03:002010-05-10T19:01:39.575-03:00Falta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlU8Qo9iWrayxIgqiF_KnAINbSZzORw8WpBmFPP4lTlNZEX0GK_CXgJoI1Uv51mb0tuveZby6EPO4NDJC1D3UzB2uc2T2dAjLNoiw1nhHCT4D9WIIpZGXoHM3FDY922JbM_AYozcuHy-0/s1600/BOX.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469764902217640626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlU8Qo9iWrayxIgqiF_KnAINbSZzORw8WpBmFPP4lTlNZEX0GK_CXgJoI1Uv51mb0tuveZby6EPO4NDJC1D3UzB2uc2T2dAjLNoiw1nhHCT4D9WIIpZGXoHM3FDY922JbM_AYozcuHy-0/s320/BOX.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrPVgJjDJCX5G0mDup7eFCSu3o3f2LbOpryKdmi1lRBDK7aX8trJ-81PZGxQftr-QIyDYpBNrsh28iBkuq0AlC4uIfr03ljDrlLVHqG7wsBwoAV_A7cEgalK6RJgqQfYxMsMuFQFaTqzw/s1600/xxe+015.jpg"></a><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div align="right">Tanta coisa para dizer dentro do peito.<br />Tão pouca palavra para despir. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-35807537164160078922010-04-30T07:33:00.001-03:002010-04-30T07:36:05.217-03:00Pensamento<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkww7nCmz7Np2wfcPx4IhSMUTRPaInjvNwTH2D7h06fIYASjtc-us-Wz7fJYCBbvU-j5js3JeJ3u0CPdCVd5b3TIvldEu56An0kvhWUmUsqquPOspT8tF2weQIm5vlduUbMYUHe17U85A/s1600/guarda2+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465877229494818658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkww7nCmz7Np2wfcPx4IhSMUTRPaInjvNwTH2D7h06fIYASjtc-us-Wz7fJYCBbvU-j5js3JeJ3u0CPdCVd5b3TIvldEu56An0kvhWUmUsqquPOspT8tF2weQIm5vlduUbMYUHe17U85A/s320/guarda2+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" /></a><br />Metafísicas, ordinárias,<br />extra-ordinárias,<br />pensamentos e cometas<br />me levam nesse vai-e-vem-e-vai-vai,<br />do tamanho da dinâmica do mar.<br />“Eu” novo<br />depositado nas areias dessa praia jovem,<br />cheirando a bravias maresias,<br />agora e,<br />todos os dias. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-30721633427995529222010-04-30T07:30:00.002-03:002010-04-30T07:32:50.737-03:00Confusão<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRw-hBBAjrMYCWnFd0be56EqiuxDbyN4revsW-MLXW6f8AOCvFIhW6VdFygY6Lmtq3GTuEh_aqaxd3X7um-ala90jtDPRAxibTcxMdz0qyIv2LdqYKF9Fxq693Bprm1LsJeNhKAxhyphenhyphenEMQ/s1600/COQ2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465876382062619602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRw-hBBAjrMYCWnFd0be56EqiuxDbyN4revsW-MLXW6f8AOCvFIhW6VdFygY6Lmtq3GTuEh_aqaxd3X7um-ala90jtDPRAxibTcxMdz0qyIv2LdqYKF9Fxq693Bprm1LsJeNhKAxhyphenhyphenEMQ/s400/COQ2.jpg" /></a> A estranheza:<br />meus sensos adormecem<br />longe de ti. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-73977343260702376492010-04-30T07:21:00.002-03:002010-04-30T07:29:15.832-03:00Temporal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbgXlUvT8HZ3EuQHomi2K8rgIYgZ_XBMmn0cjoyG3fmrrMyvrIFjFW2zwehDOrCoLUQaaLJ0hxtjww49xAClCzUZnPsUWXsR-96laHvguVvrLa4-7IExonzNAA5FOFtFC4dcRIbnUwFQ/s1600/para+apagar+042.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465875491829031810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbgXlUvT8HZ3EuQHomi2K8rgIYgZ_XBMmn0cjoyG3fmrrMyvrIFjFW2zwehDOrCoLUQaaLJ0hxtjww49xAClCzUZnPsUWXsR-96laHvguVvrLa4-7IExonzNAA5FOFtFC4dcRIbnUwFQ/s400/para+apagar+042.jpg" /></a> Pondero, enquanto me debruço sobre as batatas,<br />- movimento autômato da faca,<br />despiando-as, uma a uma –<br />que, para além de qualquer gesto<br />do meu cotidiano,<br />tua ausência me fala da tua presença<br />indômita.<br />Sei que amas batata-frita.<br />Mas hoje não tem bife no shoyo, arroz douradinho de alho.<br />Muito menos salada.<br />Faltou meu ingrediente essencial...<br />Pondero .Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-58398628310521866722010-04-18T17:22:00.005-03:002010-04-18T17:32:31.174-03:00Reação<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBTUjID2qzkGRetGz1J5K8-__RrgW9kgfItZMbOC7njL-uaJ-MsFx9xsLGQ_JFqWze-ZF8YwIC9erAKCrb8UVsUR7smhyphenhyphenuwePdhXT5RPsaLGJXl__Mhq7ioyshQ1ERBttISSbwY9Ylzo/s1600/nikie.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 353px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461577262822372482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBTUjID2qzkGRetGz1J5K8-__RrgW9kgfItZMbOC7njL-uaJ-MsFx9xsLGQ_JFqWze-ZF8YwIC9erAKCrb8UVsUR7smhyphenhyphenuwePdhXT5RPsaLGJXl__Mhq7ioyshQ1ERBttISSbwY9Ylzo/s400/nikie.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right">Do box,<br />entre<br />vapor,<br />gota,<br />pensamento, </div><div align="right">capturo o robe cor de uva rubi,<br />içado no ar<br />como ectoplasma quase completo,<br />no último gacho do lado esquerdo<br />do cabideiro de três pontas:<br />solidão feita de ausência.<br /><br />E me seco com tua toalha.</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-37420597710856376562010-04-18T16:36:00.014-03:002010-04-21T14:30:30.333-03:00First letter to a friend<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PVFfyOYgQBrwOeDy_3-z4FuqK6NHL8H4FIFg8k5FkhfAUWz07hzg2wt3iZgWx7wLBAgQ0WwAhOF0_wsd3zTJ4hKDwkAeEHV8XaiAR5alweva9dkMpxsJB6DHYlnsxh3yPlbXN4dMnnw/s1600/amarelo.jpg"></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><div align="left"><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PVFfyOYgQBrwOeDy_3-z4FuqK6NHL8H4FIFg8k5FkhfAUWz07hzg2wt3iZgWx7wLBAgQ0WwAhOF0_wsd3zTJ4hKDwkAeEHV8XaiAR5alweva9dkMpxsJB6DHYlnsxh3yPlbXN4dMnnw/s1600/amarelo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 416px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461569704086541362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PVFfyOYgQBrwOeDy_3-z4FuqK6NHL8H4FIFg8k5FkhfAUWz07hzg2wt3iZgWx7wLBAgQ0WwAhOF0_wsd3zTJ4hKDwkAeEHV8XaiAR5alweva9dkMpxsJB6DHYlnsxh3yPlbXN4dMnnw/s400/amarelo.jpg" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PVFfyOYgQBrwOeDy_3-z4FuqK6NHL8H4FIFg8k5FkhfAUWz07hzg2wt3iZgWx7wLBAgQ0WwAhOF0_wsd3zTJ4hKDwkAeEHV8XaiAR5alweva9dkMpxsJB6DHYlnsxh3yPlbXN4dMnnw/s1600/amarelo.jpg"></a></div></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PVFfyOYgQBrwOeDy_3-z4FuqK6NHL8H4FIFg8k5FkhfAUWz07hzg2wt3iZgWx7wLBAgQ0WwAhOF0_wsd3zTJ4hKDwkAeEHV8XaiAR5alweva9dkMpxsJB6DHYlnsxh3yPlbXN4dMnnw/s1600/amarelo.jpg"></a></div></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">I thank you, <strong>my friend</strong>. I thank you very much.<br />For give me those so-so-precious moments of serenity by a restful sea of thoughts.<br /><br /><em>Because</em>,<br /><br />it takes the absence of one calling or a quick dry text message -<br />to make opal, a certain moment of the day, -<br />to recall, repeatedly<br />-once –more- again –and- again –<br /><br /></div><div align="left"><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PVFfyOYgQBrwOeDy_3-z4FuqK6NHL8H4FIFg8k5FkhfAUWz07hzg2wt3iZgWx7wLBAgQ0WwAhOF0_wsd3zTJ4hKDwkAeEHV8XaiAR5alweva9dkMpxsJB6DHYlnsxh3yPlbXN4dMnnw/s1600/amarelo.jpg"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PVFfyOYgQBrwOeDy_3-z4FuqK6NHL8H4FIFg8k5FkhfAUWz07hzg2wt3iZgWx7wLBAgQ0WwAhOF0_wsd3zTJ4hKDwkAeEHV8XaiAR5alweva9dkMpxsJB6DHYlnsxh3yPlbXN4dMnnw/s1600/amarelo.jpg"></a></div><div align="right">performing everywhere i look,<br />the emptiness of her spaces,<br />...<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>...</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>me, who once couldnt capture the whole scene...</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>now,...<br />(I understood,<br />perfectly,<br />all the metaphysics of being,<br /><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PVFfyOYgQBrwOeDy_3-z4FuqK6NHL8H4FIFg8k5FkhfAUWz07hzg2wt3iZgWx7wLBAgQ0WwAhOF0_wsd3zTJ4hKDwkAeEHV8XaiAR5alweva9dkMpxsJB6DHYlnsxh3yPlbXN4dMnnw/s1600/amarelo.jpg"></a></div><div align="right">I can watch the results of quantic physics,<br />applied to the era of consciousness,<br />in my breakfast,<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>in my afternoon,<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">at this beginning of dawn…</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="right"></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">There are these holes ….</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>anti-matter, a molecular detachment </strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">that abducted my daily reality as I knew…and yet,<br />I know…</span><br /></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Fragments all over the place</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">coliding me...Peaces of her.</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> )</span></span> </strong></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="right"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>(No, I won’t look the cell phone again –</strong></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>why am I so worried? She´s ok…I am ok...She´s ok…...)</strong></span></span><br /></span>...<br />occupying all the rooms of my body,<br />this house,<br />this suburb,<br />this town,...<br /><br />… Living in a world where<br />my senses got constantly,<br />bewildered,<br />impacted,<br />intrigued,<br />tantalized<br />with the lack of<br />her.<br /><br />...Missed and missed.<br /><br /><br />For those moments of lightness and laugh and exchange,<br />my friend,<br />when and where, the one i love as lover, was also there, </div><div align="right">warm, close and deeply</div><div align="right">present in me;<br />for those, </div><div align="right">when i listen your voice saying </div><div align="right">"Hey, you two love each other so much...</div><div align="right">Everything is going to be all right."<br />For those and for others:<br /><strong>I<br />thank you.</strong></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-37097067493601459222010-04-15T16:45:00.004-03:002010-04-15T16:52:10.525-03:00Tamanhosidade<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiReyMGWHtK_-TUITSz1eqh-poglORYXyaFkvRwVFschFsWgbCjGQ_R27uknca2XnlhQLBgyXJOKrhOWA0pSrhkPu4Dz_tqVFGSXxqUCiYvmgcNhTitzgFzhDcPVlWcntLV_ECRzjfz2YU/s1600/ARVORE2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460453887245482482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiReyMGWHtK_-TUITSz1eqh-poglORYXyaFkvRwVFschFsWgbCjGQ_R27uknca2XnlhQLBgyXJOKrhOWA0pSrhkPu4Dz_tqVFGSXxqUCiYvmgcNhTitzgFzhDcPVlWcntLV_ECRzjfz2YU/s400/ARVORE2.jpg" /></a><br />Deixa falar do tamanho do meu amor por você:<br />Sequóia de nobre e amarrotada pele, braços longos<br />e confortáveis e que abraços de muitas gentes<br />não podem fechar.<br />Cajueiro: tronco espalhado, deitado na relva,<br />pesado de vontade de crescer e se achegar.<br />Baobad: suculento e tenro, cabaça de Deus que fala também<br />da idade do meu amor por ti:<br />como a epiderme dele não produz rugas não é possível contar essas coisas de anos e tempos.<br />Mas, para ser precisa, então, te quero bem </div><div align="center">do tamanho e da vivência do cedro japonês.</div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-90276360836042345882010-03-27T11:19:00.005-03:002010-03-27T11:30:43.497-03:00Oração<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpkl4xgeIRWWRv64NdvdFZd_kA5vb9oJxM_g65Is8TJGG2ACwXCJD1PoBpbEppSjyj9nwG-eGF6UURrvydaSzJK9IzZF7JmVS3vsbupZTXzZW2TFP6E6d46vh7MAJoQW3HoR_Y3S55SFU/s1600/velas.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453318723815165266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpkl4xgeIRWWRv64NdvdFZd_kA5vb9oJxM_g65Is8TJGG2ACwXCJD1PoBpbEppSjyj9nwG-eGF6UURrvydaSzJK9IzZF7JmVS3vsbupZTXzZW2TFP6E6d46vh7MAJoQW3HoR_Y3S55SFU/s400/velas.jpg" /></a>O pequeno rio de vela desfeita,<br />líquida, vermelha,<br />marca a tua pele,<br />agora, sim,<br />pronta para ser<br />absolvida.<br />E eu trago o cântico,<br />na ponta da língua.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-85423378391886035432010-03-27T03:27:00.003-03:002010-03-27T11:00:35.263-03:00Do ciúme<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOzUgdi8qOMD5NKp3MLwXIEn_0ujd2lSqaQYzjaHbjQwwxKFiA6G7iNv1fHUcWf3XH2BjKVxqQaCkAQ2s_hNId-C6f7nRCqbX9t9RAaylZ-HPZUhvL8zOQIsh-9xp5NwR-WygTiFyZGs/s1600/sieff3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453313128438949634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOzUgdi8qOMD5NKp3MLwXIEn_0ujd2lSqaQYzjaHbjQwwxKFiA6G7iNv1fHUcWf3XH2BjKVxqQaCkAQ2s_hNId-C6f7nRCqbX9t9RAaylZ-HPZUhvL8zOQIsh-9xp5NwR-WygTiFyZGs/s400/sieff3.jpg" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Do ciúme:<br />em Si<br />Só eu. </div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-58375939873270084822010-03-27T03:22:00.005-03:002010-04-21T14:39:43.910-03:00Das noites<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDGL4k9B1RduNhM0fbmqLwQTc3AhHkO_ffuPM1pK76nNucJpsdssX83qBtnannqBeXhyphenhyphenmtdD3-2fQoGrirLsPTxWaw89XhxtVQU58zEgfguihOkcQlhk_Rq-yvim9riFcKotVYeAqlQU/s1600/camadelua.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 521px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453312261083686882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDGL4k9B1RduNhM0fbmqLwQTc3AhHkO_ffuPM1pK76nNucJpsdssX83qBtnannqBeXhyphenhyphenmtdD3-2fQoGrirLsPTxWaw89XhxtVQU58zEgfguihOkcQlhk_Rq-yvim9riFcKotVYeAqlQU/s400/camadelua.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>Rarefeito, o ar me falta,duplamente.<br />Você em mim.<br />Tuas mãos abraçando<br />forte o meu pescoço.<br />Sufocando a voz<br />e ampliando o gozo.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-46924604754684630052010-03-27T03:15:00.003-03:002010-03-27T10:48:09.443-03:00Questão de vida ou morte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnx5pRLR7UtW5XOY1GHucntYVbx0oJ_3gJRCA2xADifL3omTvjKoPrVjtncFw5BWmECqba49nVjAXjbjqdP26_iGm-rpIlVyFYxuKzqPAN_HEOhwESByLI_iKCVzzki9z4zVgWys9_PFQ/s1600/trilhos1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453309977970857586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnx5pRLR7UtW5XOY1GHucntYVbx0oJ_3gJRCA2xADifL3omTvjKoPrVjtncFw5BWmECqba49nVjAXjbjqdP26_iGm-rpIlVyFYxuKzqPAN_HEOhwESByLI_iKCVzzki9z4zVgWys9_PFQ/s400/trilhos1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJecch0MvuZNMhcA8E6R9hsvKXCE6YMb2fcL5iQR38BVXzTQpXO6lTISrhZ251rzVt1GZMXO-54pBZJ57uwr6dM0JhqPcWRFP5YseBO-2XPs4pXIBSJVokGJG2E3GGAkqa-BsbECG0sgQ/s1600/CORREDOR.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aleivosia<br />Faz<br />Parte<br />Da vida<br />(?) </div></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116240481511073036.post-65739674029343878852010-03-22T17:42:00.011-03:002010-03-23T14:43:28.897-03:00Da ilusão de pertencimento e de domínio geográfico<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65NnAxW-Il3UhdyE5kLg5bJOOuQhZJN_vrP4GwDMOgBwkAR_7o0jlTFhR94bjG89zbfnO0ITdhj3ozPHQzDlmlTK9m6tE3vqoIraj9Qlo1svXBtCP5j-_UrvSp2bZax0ZbuW0Myjj3FE/s1600-h/cahorro+na+praia1a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451886221204163938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65NnAxW-Il3UhdyE5kLg5bJOOuQhZJN_vrP4GwDMOgBwkAR_7o0jlTFhR94bjG89zbfnO0ITdhj3ozPHQzDlmlTK9m6tE3vqoIraj9Qlo1svXBtCP5j-_UrvSp2bZax0ZbuW0Myjj3FE/s400/cahorro+na+praia1a.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipodQNiIbfi9wK9YQnYD2qCVsLsvM-cIKm5wn60wWr8noZzZtvjtDdvIITa16c9xz1iXmlpTg2agv0DtV3AQJ2sMWANOolyUz_H6SHjJ7zwTOXWSqgzqGpZ6ldeMWv4EttNXgvw1zTOrE/s1600-h/cahorro+na+praia1.jpg"></a>Não há GPS que me localize.<br />Eu nunca soube circunscrever meu espaço –<br />sou péssima em reconhecer fronteiras.<br />Eu desconheço a leitura de astrolábio, sextantes<br />ou mapas de papel multicoloridos.<br />Eu não sei onde está meu norte.<br />A rosa cruz me confunde.<br />O pensamento é errante.<br />Meu passo,<br />laço,<br />desconexo<br />do acaso (?)<br /><br />E mesmo assim,<br />nunca fui tão toda de mim.<br /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923376538544257684noreply@blogger.com1