tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995312366837207152012-02-16T03:35:03.807-08:00Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-15770332494379626252009-06-15T04:29:00.000-07:002009-06-15T04:35:04.887-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/SjYxzMPZxPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZttHae39XJU/s1600-h/benedito-leite-maranh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/SjYxzMPZxPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZttHae39XJU/s320/benedito-leite-maranh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347516363077960946" /></a><br /><blockquote></blockquote>Para João Simas<br /><br />Do quarto do poeta vejo o tempo parado<br />pois do sino silenciado não sobrou nenhum badalo<br />Benedito Leite continua ali no meio da praça<br />olhando os casais enamorados...<br />ah! se ele falasse...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-1577033249437962625?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-74925906553695819592008-11-07T13:35:00.000-08:002008-11-07T13:36:57.029-08:00A dor que vem de dentro<br />rasga a vez do pensamento<br />só sinto<br />não penso<br />dói e a dor é tudo no momento...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-7492590655369581959?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-64220022049070252842008-11-06T10:17:00.000-08:002008-11-06T10:19:02.586-08:00A cidade em ruínas<br />e minha casa foi a primeira a cair<br />dentro dela sonhos soterrados<br />e do lado de fora olhos fixos nos escombros<br /><br />-Ah, esse tal de paradigma pós-moderno!<br /><br />Uma lagrima cai pelo devir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-6422002204907025284?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-21782540447613048432008-05-27T17:15:00.000-07:002008-05-28T03:23:42.697-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/SDyoGAKRKAI/AAAAAAAAADs/oluohWvOeiA/s1600-h/novo+homem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205220090409199618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/SDyoGAKRKAI/AAAAAAAAADs/oluohWvOeiA/s320/novo+homem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Aqui jaz a razão</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a razão como princípio</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">jaz a existência absurda</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">jaz o homem </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">homem </span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">como substância pensante</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">homem acima de todas as coisas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">fundo sem fundamento da natureza</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E a ilusão se renova:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">eis que nasce o novo homem...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-2178254044761304843?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-86514734594448291392008-05-27T04:31:00.000-07:002008-05-27T05:04:35.629-07:00<div align="center">...e joguei a primeira pedra. Fui apedrejada! minha casa, pobre casa</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">era uma casa muito engraçada não tinha teto, não tinha nada...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-8651473459444829139?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-46820518604303895552008-05-21T13:48:00.000-07:002008-05-21T14:25:12.103-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/SDSR4Aejc-I/AAAAAAAAABU/qfPNpiqPrqE/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202943860906619874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/SDSR4Aejc-I/AAAAAAAAABU/qfPNpiqPrqE/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">O Sobrado</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">o que sobrou do sobrado?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">grossas paredes velhas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">disseram...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">o resto ruíu</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">o tempo roeu</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">o que sobrou do sobrado?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">cacos do telhado</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">falaram...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">o resto caíu</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">o tempo comeu</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">o que sobrou do sobrado?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">minha memória</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">ele disse...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">com o tempo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">a minha história...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-4682051860430389555?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-55735259383753437792007-05-26T13:06:00.000-07:002007-05-26T13:12:06.524-07:00<span style="color:#ff6600;">Saudade é fome</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">buraco no estômago</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">vazio que consome</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">E quanto maior é a saudade</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">melhor é quando se come</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">sacia a fome</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>E eu como, eu como, eu como voçê..</em> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-5573525938375343779?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-54570165058171296002007-04-29T05:52:00.000-07:002007-04-29T06:00:44.643-07:00<span style="color:#660000;">Sou viajante</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">quem guia meus pés é a estrada</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">e vou seguindo de acordo com a via</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">se é curva</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">me curvo a ela</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">se é reta</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">sigo reto meu caminho</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">mas prefiro as vias tortuosas da vida</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">me levam a qualquer lugar</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">e a lugar nenhum</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">é melhor seguir a estrada</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">que ficar parado?</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">ou é melhor ficar parado</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">que dar voltas e voltas e voltar ao ponto de partida?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-5457016505817129600?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-8097932285506265732007-04-11T19:40:00.000-07:002007-04-11T21:07:15.306-07:00<p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/Rh2ujU8rwTI/AAAAAAAAABA/fJwyvJNxIJE/s1600-h/modigliani-thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052386278921453874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/Rh2ujU8rwTI/AAAAAAAAABA/fJwyvJNxIJE/s320/modigliani-thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;">Modigliani</span></em></p><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;">estava lá</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;">sempre lá</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;">só que não via</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;">a cegueira</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;">que nao se vê</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;">por não querer</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;">hoje não está</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;">e consigo ver.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-809793228550626573?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-59017455934792040262007-04-11T19:24:00.000-07:002007-04-11T21:11:08.271-07:00<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>para suka</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong>madame morte me chegará</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong> quando eu não a mais desejar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong>quando já for por mim desprezada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong>me virá roubar </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong>o sopro</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong>e eu espero dar a ela</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"><strong>o sopro tragado de um cigarro.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-5901745593479204026?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-20193871786441524912007-04-04T20:49:00.000-07:002007-04-04T20:54:09.423-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/RhRywg8FLYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eJFZtIghWGk/s1600-h/lagrimas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049787259990388098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/RhRywg8FLYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eJFZtIghWGk/s320/lagrimas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>te desejo um bom choro para que em tua solidão aprendas a ser sozinho,</em></div><br /><em>e tudo o que tenho hoje para te oferecer são lágrimas...</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-2019387178644152491?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-82768049223872151392007-04-04T19:11:00.000-07:002007-04-04T19:48:22.859-07:00<span style="color:#660000;">Sinto um som!</span> <div><span style="color:#660000;">meu eu toca no silêncio para si</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">um dó de dor</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">que <strong>fá</strong>lesce em <strong>mi</strong>m</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">nos olhos</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">lágrimas</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">sai deles</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">a cinza música</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">tão íntima</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">tão minha</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">será que alguém </span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">a ou<strong>viu?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-8276804922387215139?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-28235818713245080472007-04-02T15:11:00.000-07:002007-04-04T19:51:05.501-07:00<strong>P</strong><br /><div align="left"><strong>r</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>o</strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong>f</strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong>a</strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong>n</strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong>o</strong><br /></div><div align="left">dois corpos unidos fenecendo em prazer...</div><div align="left"><strong>S</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>a</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>g</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>r</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>a</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>d</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>o</strong></div><div align="left">o resultado dessa união: o bebê!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-2823581871324508047?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899531236683720715.post-52276179629338785922007-04-01T20:38:00.000-07:002007-04-04T19:56:14.058-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/RhCBu5acg0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/arqmYu2Ahtg/s1600-h/sopa_de_letrinhas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048677824968033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwVws3BoOLQ/RhCBu5acg0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/arqmYu2Ahtg/s320/sopa_de_letrinhas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">Tentei fazer uma sopa</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">[daquelas de quando criança </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">cheia de letrinhas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">maiúsculas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">minúsculas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">todas coloridinhas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">tentei juntá-las</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">mas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">boiavam separadinhas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">e não pude fazer nada</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">não sou poeta</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">não tenho o dom de usar letrinhas!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">acabei trocando-as</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">por</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">abobrinhas!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899531236683720715-5227617962933878592?l=sopadeabobrinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor do Maracujánoreply@blogger.com2