tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13330261725388638182011-07-28T15:36:06.283-07:00J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-44566196382121299272009-12-30T05:20:00.000-08:002009-12-30T05:28:14.758-08:00<p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/SztU3gOoz_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3HHGCqpZYxI/s1600-h/Picture1.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421019888991391730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/SztU3gOoz_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3HHGCqpZYxI/s320/Picture1.png" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">afirmei a minha incerteza</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">com uma interrogacão seca e opaca e,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">reticentemente, aguardei,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">por uma resposta exclamativa,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">sem margens para dúvidas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">ou aspas mal colocadas.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-4456619638212129927?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-8543447839265430332008-12-20T19:47:00.000-08:002008-12-20T20:14:51.017-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/SU2-s2x7UYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WZN2JOBX6IQ/s1600-h/dederfiaouaeiou.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087615803904386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/SU2-s2x7UYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WZN2JOBX6IQ/s320/dederfiaouaeiou.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Em tom sonolento,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">arrasto silêncios sonoros,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">passageiros em vento,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">em mutações oferecidas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">pela facilidade do comum.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Desfigurado,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">procuro um norte</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">num azul, apeado.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Desfigurado,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">contorno olhares</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">pelo rebordo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">d'uma tela oca.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Desfigurado,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">fujo de mim,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">do ver,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">do querer.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Desfigurado,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">sem impressão.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-854344783926543033?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-41090770460719328772008-03-25T12:00:00.000-07:002008-08-27T16:51:45.798-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R-lLyk3DrFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C57OLY1pTak/s1600-h/HPIM2587.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181756178526612562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R-lLyk3DrFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C57OLY1pTak/s320/HPIM2587.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Escarpas nebulosas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que resolveste trepar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">sem saber itenerários</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">ou programar destinos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Escarpas virgens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(de coisas e gente!)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">grávidas de teus calcanhares</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">nús, rotos, sangrentos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Escarpas de ontem,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">trilhos de ninguém</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">marcados </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(metro a metro)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">pelo teu passo constante e singular</span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Escarpas rectas e inandáveis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que pisas - Tu!,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">ignorante do depois,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">peregrino de caminhos nenhuns.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Escarpas nuas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que vestes de ruas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">e que, </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">em jeito de criança,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">me dizes serem tuas.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-4109077046071932877?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-30629620819246667452008-02-29T15:40:00.000-08:002008-08-27T18:42:48.019-07:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172559013025112066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R8ifBFcbYAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3ahPa4_Hbho/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172561139033923634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R8ig81cbYDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pUrYa_GV5O0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172559017320079378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R8ifBVcbYBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2urbK0Gyy2E/s320/HPIM2693.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Teus olhos abertos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">punham-se à escuta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">de sabores àsperos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">escorridos gota a gota</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">de remotos pertos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">inopinados rumores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que, em gritos surdos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">te diziam brancos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">zuniam pretos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">e te falavam todas as cores.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Teus decapitados olhos abertos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">põem-se, avidamente, à escuta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">maculados pelo brilho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">das ondas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><br /></div></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-3062962081924666745?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-2671707310452006872008-02-19T03:36:00.000-08:002008-08-27T18:44:26.203-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Ao "desafio das 12 palavras", proposto pelo blogue </span></strong><a href="http://www.arrabisca.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">arrabisca</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">.<br /><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Nomear doze palavras, de um dicionário repleto de coisas e imaginação, revela-se tarefa difícil.<br />Pensei e pensei e indecido-me pelo método de triagem verbal: exclusão de partes ou aleatoriedade? ou talvez as que me ressaltarem à memória (ou à vista!)?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Sem</strong></span> palavras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">perscruto <span style="color:#000000;">avenidas</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">inundadas de <strong><span style="color:#990000;">ninguém</span></strong>,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">procuro <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>vermelhos</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">em bairros <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>cinzentos,</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">pesquiso <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>azuis</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">em <strong><span style="color:#990000;">lagos</span></strong> barrentos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#990000;">assalto</span> emoções alheias,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">em êxitos impossíveis,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>minto</strong></span> verdades</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">ao <strong><span style="color:#990000;">ouvido</span></strong> de um surdo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>vomito</strong></span> verbos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">em sons <strong><span style="color:#990000;">desditos</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Sem palavras,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">palavras: <strong><span style="color:#990000;">cem</span></strong>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(ou doze)</span></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168840391736660546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R7to81onkkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aHQUU93Gob8/s320/HPIM2847.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Não nomearei ninguém, por enquanto. Pesquisarei, primeiro, pelo mundo dos <em>blogs</em>.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Escolherei, depois.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-267170731045200687?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-43783105302628317582008-02-14T06:24:00.000-08:002008-08-27T16:51:47.733-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R7RPplonkiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Drmh8uhVLGw/s1600-h/100_6133.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166842248396509730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R7RPplonkiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Drmh8uhVLGw/s320/100_6133.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Tuas rugas são os caminhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">traçados pela tua estática, longa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">e monótona jornada,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">a bordo dessa velha casca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">imprenada de (des)feitos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">pronta a insular-se.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">E nasces fénix hoje,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">com a certeza</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">de um mesmo amanhã - </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">sem ontem!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Convences a tua célere existência</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">da sua perpétua imutabilidade,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">assim,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">sem mais.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-4378310530262831758?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-8926245177312357262008-02-10T15:26:00.000-08:002008-02-10T15:27:32.483-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R6-IUlonkhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1Vqt3G-W5gY/s1600-h/certa.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165497184898486802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R6-IUlonkhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1Vqt3G-W5gY/s320/certa.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-892624517731235726?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-34031178208970641162008-02-05T13:23:00.000-08:002008-08-27T16:51:50.036-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R6jUG66hf6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kzmw1_6rjIA/s1600-h/abc1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163610188139298722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R6jUG66hf6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kzmw1_6rjIA/s320/abc1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R6jUHK6hf7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ArlvWh4a3ug/s1600-h/abc2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163610192434266034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R6jUHK6hf7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ArlvWh4a3ug/s320/abc2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"> Descreves círculos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">com o teu andar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">síncrono e espiralado.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Na tua constante hipnose,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">vortexas-te</span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">qual sedento buraco negro</span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">em forças centrífugas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(e centrípetas!) e,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">com energia rodopiante,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">exponencias a tua força</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">solitária e una.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Num agora,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que não metamorfizas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">em depois,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">num perpétuo centrismo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">circundas-te,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">circundas-te,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">circundas-te,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-3403117820897064116?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-10679787375097120652008-01-15T10:40:00.000-08:002008-08-27T16:51:51.471-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R5EBNKMkStI/AAAAAAAAADk/v2miZEgTpZ8/s1600-h/HPIM1902.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156904373902920402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R5EBNKMkStI/AAAAAAAAADk/v2miZEgTpZ8/s320/HPIM1902.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R5EBNaMkSuI/AAAAAAAAADs/OPmALRQ2u3A/s1600-h/HPIM19042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156904378197887714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R5EBNaMkSuI/AAAAAAAAADs/OPmALRQ2u3A/s320/HPIM19042.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"> Nas tuas memórias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">de tons pretos e brancos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">memórias de sangues</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">e tétanos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fazes ressoar o canto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">da tua vida séssil</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">e enfadonha</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">e anuncias, timidamente,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">a tua coroa.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-1067978737509712065?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-68318271017222584512008-01-14T04:27:00.000-08:002008-08-27T16:51:50.729-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R4tVq6MkSlI/AAAAAAAAACk/1VBC7So7nzo/s1600-h/HPIM1540.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155308394120497746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R4tVq6MkSlI/AAAAAAAAACk/1VBC7So7nzo/s320/HPIM1540.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"> Devias ter-me trazido um presente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">lá do longe, que é teu!<br />Mas não! Apenas te vejo, aqui de frente,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">a deliciar os olhos de toda a gente,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">a oferecer-te às terras costeiras,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">qual náufrago sobrevivente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Generosamente te dás,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">vaidosamente expões as tuas cores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">aos raios de um sol que não é teu.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-6831827101722258451?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-31616906972224223082008-01-07T08:59:00.000-08:002008-08-27T16:51:46.782-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R4JbTaMkShI/AAAAAAAAACE/QqG_LwGNaQY/s1600-h/HPIM2809.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152781312672942610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R4JbTaMkShI/AAAAAAAAACE/QqG_LwGNaQY/s320/HPIM2809.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-family:arial;">Gotas salgadas,</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que pintam atlânticos, pacíficos - e bravos!,<br />cortando ondas, dobrando cabos.<br />Gotas salgadas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que chovem doces</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">na amarga superfície de um casco,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que salpicam de luz<br />os resquícios de um final de tarde.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Gotas salgadas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">que pingam os olhos lacrimejosos<br />de uma proa.</span><br /></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-3161690697222422308?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-8861009278738099642008-01-05T04:56:00.000-08:002008-08-27T16:51:49.247-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R3-GLaMkSbI/AAAAAAAAABM/KqzJRxriIaQ/s1600-h/HPIM2019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151984029303851442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R3-GLaMkSbI/AAAAAAAAABM/KqzJRxriIaQ/s320/HPIM2019.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Fosse eu um cisne,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Fosse um avião,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Fosse eu um beija-flor,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Uma borboleta, um gavião,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(Ou, quem sabe, talvez, um bonito pavão?).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Fosse eu alheio a mim,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">ainda que no desejo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">deslocado de qualquer existência.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-886100927873809964?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-55420155098651058752008-01-04T15:40:00.000-08:002008-01-05T04:56:34.539-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R37ENqMkSWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m0g4y-0LwZY/s1600-h/HPIM191.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151770762702768482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R37ENqMkSWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m0g4y-0LwZY/s320/HPIM191.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-5542015509865105875?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333026172538863818.post-21448772579721376872008-01-04T15:29:00.000-08:002008-08-27T16:51:48.538-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R37CdaMkSVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOXNMZAvkFI/s1600-h/100_6193.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151768834262452562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFenGASQhEE/R37CdaMkSVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOXNMZAvkFI/s320/100_6193.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O cá, longe.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333026172538863818-2144877257972137687?l=inpressoess.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01915453713142142639noreply@blogger.com1