tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84465883243976798032024-03-05T21:06:13.539-08:00A NOITE ser - no mundo da luaa noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-41761127942486206592015-08-16T09:19:00.001-07:002015-08-16T09:19:53.064-07:00Sexto Sentido<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FcM9Zqd8Coc58xZadAJTGQrC2hMsejC09GORxSAsJIljF0MyaIJkMyFR1l35s6W7Q3_czMhdb12H115Io_qqZzO4eF-W6adfVC7A3fN9wkiqGzOCm0gPBGHxQagPScXSE1mJdk2LLwo/s640/blogger-image-368866938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FcM9Zqd8Coc58xZadAJTGQrC2hMsejC09GORxSAsJIljF0MyaIJkMyFR1l35s6W7Q3_czMhdb12H115Io_qqZzO4eF-W6adfVC7A3fN9wkiqGzOCm0gPBGHxQagPScXSE1mJdk2LLwo/s640/blogger-image-368866938.jpg"></a></div>a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-59953957676752403162015-07-13T11:58:00.001-07:002015-07-13T11:58:42.195-07:00Flor<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAdrJU6HM6F-e9JJuQMa-qpdvxkiKxG2pPzGtQ40on_vD5KSTYG1-0x1XKHjwWA0wpzSKe7YJOtop_eBT2mVaD9hmrUgviqnxuMrqzpqQzTv2iZFiv6-z_D-CiOIm5YyCPz8k0dcBCAw/s640/blogger-image-678528968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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E nos olhos, nos olhos trarei sempre as lonjuras dos poentes rubros onde rebenta a onda da seara em movimento. No fado que trauteio nas madrugadas solitárias há ainda um canto-chão e a minha boca saciada tem saudades do sabor da água que nascia do ventre do cântaro de barro tão usado. E nos cabelos soltos trarei sempre a sombra da papoila que morria à fome dos trigais prostrada entre os caracóis do meu cabelo. Podem encontrar-me noutra terra, noutro espaço mas tenho um coração de trigo e uma alma caiada de ternura pelas mãos das mulheres que trago a correr nas minhas veias. E aos domingos o sino da igreja aqui ao lado leva-me de volta à dança do rebanho, tilintada e lenta, de volta ao aconchego do redil.</div><div><br></div><div>Olivia Santos<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xa7ZDwm6CoAmRUcjC0n5SZu5svYPgUlLmU05SbYAKkVv7c4etU-zWsIuY8hkvNvU4v5tW0NjatBb0CP61ra7tZS6soc7iUz5ufZRI75102S3OUUoogP39AlUE7ByLeWMauQPsyNlpDg/s640/blogger-image-499106136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xa7ZDwm6CoAmRUcjC0n5SZu5svYPgUlLmU05SbYAKkVv7c4etU-zWsIuY8hkvNvU4v5tW0NjatBb0CP61ra7tZS6soc7iUz5ufZRI75102S3OUUoogP39AlUE7ByLeWMauQPsyNlpDg/s640/blogger-image-499106136.jpg"></a></div></div>a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-14402405978582640462014-08-08T09:41:00.001-07:002014-08-08T09:41:28.989-07:00Ouve<div>Dormes</div><div>não há pontos cardeais</div><div>nesta noite fria</div><div><br></div><div>toco-te o cabelo</div><div>sinto frio</div><div><br></div><div>Ouve: esse embalo que sentes</div><div>mas não sabes de onde vem</div><div>que te aquieta e faz dormir</div><div><br></div><div>é a agitação da minha alma que</div><div>te chama do centro da insónia</div><div><br></div><div>e faz de berço ao vazio</div><div>em que guardo o meu cansaço </div><div><br></div><div>Ouve: a noite é calma e da raiz das trevas</div><div>nasce a dolorosa nitidez</div><div>da dor</div><div>e</div><div>do silêncio </div><div><br></div><div>Olívia <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOhxfK6heERARLWETpRIupwDXXwG5Ja2MlwWmapjUVbUjTJ-hpxKwEoh-yYDicZ5WaG2862REG7kdoXMOA_ecyAoh7rLPiON5lXPvxzvW4yhQ-ejQ441BBhuiRoTvnLpnOLnIzvc-VoI/s640/blogger-image--930668688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOhxfK6heERARLWETpRIupwDXXwG5Ja2MlwWmapjUVbUjTJ-hpxKwEoh-yYDicZ5WaG2862REG7kdoXMOA_ecyAoh7rLPiON5lXPvxzvW4yhQ-ejQ441BBhuiRoTvnLpnOLnIzvc-VoI/s640/blogger-image--930668688.jpg"></a></div>Santos</div><div><br></div>a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-65808680139942114802014-07-09T12:06:00.000-07:002014-07-09T12:06:42.832-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">Há uma paz suprema que se estende ao mundo</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">Quando as fissuras da terra, abertas pelo sol ardente</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">Ficam preenchidas por</span><br />
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<br />a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-53884251407666591662014-06-05T03:24:00.000-07:002014-06-05T03:24:45.232-07:00Procuro-te no Mundo
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mundo dos sentidos que fica sob as nossas pálpebras.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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de mim, sempre a passo lento e curto, palmilhando esta cidade subterrânea e
mágica, esta cidade interior, única e encantada. Encantada de nós. Ainda ontem eras matéria nestas praças,
nestas ruas; ainda ontem te conseguia alcançar, numa dança de toques furtivos e
tremores de pele; ainda ontem fazias nascer flores nas bermas dos meus olhos,
fazendo sorrir a própria Primavera. Fecho os olhos e procuro-te no meu mundo,
sabendo que só aqui te encontrarei, e no entanto numa alquimia que só mágicos
como nós percebem, pressinto que é neste mundo que jamais te encontrarei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-72481100456587249602014-05-15T13:15:00.001-07:002014-05-15T13:15:55.478-07:00Beijo<div>Não há espaço euclidiano</div><div>que limite a vontade de beijar</div><div>não há ferro nem fogo que o impeça </div><div>nem frio polar que o torne inerte</div><div><br></div><div>Não há grades</div><div>que consigam prender</div><div>o beijo </div><div>que quer acontecer</div><div><br></div><div>Olívia Santos</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zKs8wbw4VDcn8ugcbRRC12W6XP627oIyZpNJ0ZoptWaKY7y-CI01gTEHuLSABnobbrMFsBUupkuGq1XQ-nQJeKiSCWmAArg0Bs1tkmmzJV8H3zoe6BVfPzUH7Bo604zouKwJywq6MqE/s640/blogger-image--806086631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zKs8wbw4VDcn8ugcbRRC12W6XP627oIyZpNJ0ZoptWaKY7y-CI01gTEHuLSABnobbrMFsBUupkuGq1XQ-nQJeKiSCWmAArg0Bs1tkmmzJV8H3zoe6BVfPzUH7Bo604zouKwJywq6MqE/s640/blogger-image--806086631.jpg"></a></div>a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-65090507142974915802014-05-07T03:33:00.001-07:002014-05-07T03:33:14.867-07:00Café
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um, mais curto, menos doce</div>
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abriu-me o pensamento e a urgência</div>
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de escrever – nem que fosse só um
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que descrevesse a poesia</div>
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do breve
movimento do teu toque ternurento sob a
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onde os meu lábios, depois,
pousaram levemente</div>
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a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-68437291633780459552014-04-29T13:31:00.001-07:002014-04-29T13:31:14.116-07:00Sede<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 15.455999374389648px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
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<b><br />um pássaro pousa nos meus olhos<br />saltitante, apressado</b></div>
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<b><br />entoa um trinado suplicante<br />no calor da tarde</b></div>
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<b>solto lágrimas<br />para lhe matar a sede</b></div>
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a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-77175567458930621142014-04-23T03:39:00.001-07:002014-04-23T03:39:52.545-07:00Ícaro, na memória das asas<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkBzB2HeXGkFBzGywMRU5_a-M_5RfneI4nVVPl3a4S1Y3cSEwjprobzRg3aUcxC3bQqOmExAXQyVsYHxrxdLhKpaLzdBzLp9ue7xkDcaxFnAisLvCzUZvt8_SwOTsTGzTBxt4V9e6SO8/s640/blogger-image-371491684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkBzB2HeXGkFBzGywMRU5_a-M_5RfneI4nVVPl3a4S1Y3cSEwjprobzRg3aUcxC3bQqOmExAXQyVsYHxrxdLhKpaLzdBzLp9ue7xkDcaxFnAisLvCzUZvt8_SwOTsTGzTBxt4V9e6SO8/s640/blogger-image-371491684.jpg"></a></div>a noite (ser)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224744722632244256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446588324397679803.post-33099927065666438952014-04-16T12:15:00.002-07:002014-04-16T12:15:21.358-07:00Vives na raiz das minhas lágrimas<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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que de tão aprisionados pelas margens sabem-se sem
esperança de alcançar os sete mares. Sobes-me ou desces-me as colinas e
danças-me inevitavelmente na retina. Inevitável e lento, trémulo e periclitante
na lágrima retida; trémula, ali, a lágrima por cair, ali de onde o mundo se
reflecte pardo e desfocado. Vês como eu, o mundo desfocado e pardo, num porvir
absurdo que nos falece antes que seja. Por vezes fazes pequenas ondas no lago
dos meus olhos e tremulas ao vento a bandeira da revolta: queres que eu seja
tempestade, que tudo apague, que tudo lave, que tudo; mas a lágrima, mareada e
sombria, grita e força a grade para rolar livremente pela face. Evito a queda,
porque não quero que roles com ela até ao chão e te sujes no sangue que escorre
dos meus pés. As caminhadas foram sempre longas e os caminhos pródigos em
gumes. Soubesse eu que as lágrimas corriam só em direcção à boca, soubesse eu
que as lágrimas em que me habitas corriam sempre em direcção à boca; soubesse
eu e soltava-as nessa liberdade de sal aquoso; deixava-te entrar de novo em
mim. E de novo, de novo, sempre de novo, deixava que voltasses a ser líquido,
quente e terno, recolhido, na raiz das minhas lágrimas.</div>
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