tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169315322024-03-07T22:30:21.971+00:00poetikjorge@ntuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429005115292480504noreply@blogger.comBlogger746125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-7733236072887772032012-10-18T22:16:00.001+01:002012-10-18T22:16:19.641+01:00outono44<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;">Caem sonhos como folhas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Neste outono taciturno.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Como vagas do passado<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Aonde estou e não me quero…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-84280857568564086462012-08-09T00:19:00.000+01:002012-08-09T00:19:14.899+01:00in(SÓ)nia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</b><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-83815355495484720622012-05-04T00:16:00.000+01:002012-05-04T00:16:02.421+01:00estrada sem fim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;">Poderei esquecer-te ò estrada</span></div>
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-78776757937951713712012-04-23T23:03:00.000+01:002012-04-23T23:03:16.731+01:00caixilhos da vida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsuuMOkbhFWyzha4_xdHb81n8tC6GATW44zM2oUiycg4fV8cq2CbjLDkhMyI3L-H6GT-vgRKrueTheWbnB4j3lc7c0AxdHVaUllwk68S01yq53c2Eh4wb6PydQtTJAK3x_Hwc/s1600/janela_2+e+mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsuuMOkbhFWyzha4_xdHb81n8tC6GATW44zM2oUiycg4fV8cq2CbjLDkhMyI3L-H6GT-vgRKrueTheWbnB4j3lc7c0AxdHVaUllwk68S01yq53c2Eh4wb6PydQtTJAK3x_Hwc/s320/janela_2+e+mulher.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De viver nos caixilhos da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Emurcheceram os sonhos na tela</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Desprezei todas as primaveras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Todas as fragrâncias qu’elas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Me acenaram à janela</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E d’ela eu vi ao passar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Bem de fronte desse mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Todos os rubores do destino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E hoje, hoje eu sinto a chorar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O mais negro do meu olhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Neste caixilho sem brilho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De viver nesse fado sem memória</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Disperso num só pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Troquei a vida pla morte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E lancei-me à sua sorte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Como quem arfa asas ao vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">poetik</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-52999204420938128352012-04-15T20:19:00.004+01:002012-04-15T20:30:58.737+01:00as horas do fim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2gFQ2se3saZnpNPenQ9_Zpsehyphenhyphenvw8jGIaovNeT0gPnwnlLV9433k7WoThPgwqE7saSlux7gA9QQlXV2YtHoPcwyEEDbY9h1FOmFWvCtOXkQsnHtzV5JbYLLRZIyz847qN6J1/s1600/2645585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2gFQ2se3saZnpNPenQ9_Zpsehyphenhyphenvw8jGIaovNeT0gPnwnlLV9433k7WoThPgwqE7saSlux7gA9QQlXV2YtHoPcwyEEDbY9h1FOmFWvCtOXkQsnHtzV5JbYLLRZIyz847qN6J1/s320/2645585.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais estas horas de solidão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais a solidão de tantas horas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais os pensamentos que me toldam a razão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ou as lágrimas em meu rosto, quase mortas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red;">Não mais a tentação da felicidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais a felicidade da fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais os sonhos na memória da saudade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ou a insânia de sonhar só mais um dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red;">Não mais o sono do desassossego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais o desassossego de acordar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais esse horizonte que de longe não lhe chego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ou a achacada sina de por breve o tocar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red;">Não mais qualquer aceno ou partida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais qualquer partida ou regresso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não mais poemas que tropecem enganosos nesta vida </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ou estas horas findas em que tropeço…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-62654724156133903732012-04-12T23:36:00.001+01:002012-04-12T23:38:25.169+01:00as horas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YkeRTM5QZCO56qWpPwj8nm_LMbxCoSo2G2IV3m_tWzB3TwM_D7EMPVEB_j1zicMdEpa2aE7TKEKOWDpzBDwH8Nu2Jr13g-26oXRrmAj6mRoJRxZHlfE9W_OEBSd8PQXHVOI4/s1600/morte2%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YkeRTM5QZCO56qWpPwj8nm_LMbxCoSo2G2IV3m_tWzB3TwM_D7EMPVEB_j1zicMdEpa2aE7TKEKOWDpzBDwH8Nu2Jr13g-26oXRrmAj6mRoJRxZHlfE9W_OEBSd8PQXHVOI4/s320/morte2%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tenho a morte já ali</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A raros passos da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Acenando-me como a noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Acena às horas do dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ciente de ser maior</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que toda a luz que resiste</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Luz que é a própria sombra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Do que de mais vasto existe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A negra noite eternal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que dessa rara luz definha </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Como a morte vai sorrindo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Às horas que são a vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-12271767119934531642012-04-11T22:44:00.000+01:002012-04-11T22:44:19.589+01:00obscuridades do sonho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYg6VAbWGnf76wSrEA_HH86df4WaqeFaGveJF5KQuu5HltjABqYZ0sM5KL-BeKWM3cCUAO9acC0eMl2Uw-Xs6c_KmxfAuz0ZQe_L3gRoQ7AeCjsBBKSJh-cCdz7pyuviEt8QVv/s1600/imagesCA8XLT9H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYg6VAbWGnf76wSrEA_HH86df4WaqeFaGveJF5KQuu5HltjABqYZ0sM5KL-BeKWM3cCUAO9acC0eMl2Uw-Xs6c_KmxfAuz0ZQe_L3gRoQ7AeCjsBBKSJh-cCdz7pyuviEt8QVv/s1600/imagesCA8XLT9H.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: red;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Findou o dia e caiu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sobre a noite um manto arrufado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Morte que o sonho pariu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Misto de sangue e de fado</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Lágrimas vastas imergem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Das quatro paredes ocultas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que num sufoco se erguem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Pérfidas e obscuras</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A medo a alma recolhe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ao aconchego da fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na esperança que sonho torne</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Finde a noite em novo dia</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas novo dia será</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O imutável baixar do pano</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que agastado cairá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sobre o mesmo desencanto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-28253666073493510252012-04-10T22:08:00.000+01:002012-04-10T22:08:38.897+01:00mãos vazias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7sfwsN9uRYaR0PRozdKxmSQvcYRB8Fhgpo8_-dq1XQEUHW0QATKGkVygOJGbQ3SNeHFqPYZNZ9XkKtkmv-WBphCsGXXbP20PsN2mI6ZR7tZRO9d4FL6xEFn4p4ptTI3a03uL/s1600/MOS-ES~1q.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7sfwsN9uRYaR0PRozdKxmSQvcYRB8Fhgpo8_-dq1XQEUHW0QATKGkVygOJGbQ3SNeHFqPYZNZ9XkKtkmv-WBphCsGXXbP20PsN2mI6ZR7tZRO9d4FL6xEFn4p4ptTI3a03uL/s1600/MOS-ES~1q.png" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nas minhas mãos estendidas ao vazio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Poisam minhas lágrimas sem sorte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Lágrimas de sangue, com que lavo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O rosto da própria morte</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nas minhas mãos estendidas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Carrego a humilhação de sentir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O que o meu coração demanda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas apenas elas ousam pedir</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mãos que tremem, mãos que gemem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mãos que transpiram um olhar sombrio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mãos de onde caem meus sonhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No tenebroso espaço vazio</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-16664296527021759262012-03-20T22:45:00.000+00:002012-03-20T22:45:45.727+00:00fado negro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRK_Ecom1DxQufzS3zJJ7i826gJ7uVUuE-3-reWPn2v6pPmQHZ3wGBZZwAyUYyQguW7kaigZ7fKC2Me2YkQSlwQDzIgDupsl4ykTbZn_wsVubA6iKKPmhfqfjI2Wn9Iv1nxwzB/s1600/HOMEM_~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRK_Ecom1DxQufzS3zJJ7i826gJ7uVUuE-3-reWPn2v6pPmQHZ3wGBZZwAyUYyQguW7kaigZ7fKC2Me2YkQSlwQDzIgDupsl4ykTbZn_wsVubA6iKKPmhfqfjI2Wn9Iv1nxwzB/s320/HOMEM_~1.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De negro levo o corpo, levo a alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Saio de mãos dadas com a vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na escuridão há silêncios, há a calma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Das horas em que o sonho me conquista</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Passo sempre só naquela rua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na rua aonde deixo indistintamente meus traços</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No chão, há sempre restos da lua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que a noite vai cedendo dos meus passos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E do negrume do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ou da ténue luz da lua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Caio das teias do vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nas negras pedras da rua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E nesse sonho prostrado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre o desejo e a fome</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Canta-se em mim novo fado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Se a noite já se consome</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E tudo o que resta no fim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tudo o que resta ficar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">É só um sonho de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que jamais ousei sonhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-90120942715000472382012-03-09T00:06:00.000+00:002012-03-09T00:06:43.915+00:00fragmentos de poemas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJ3fsVrYO6cgheTIUxipLg6UCF72YjLl8YtHnPPz7dv6FVFJL9ggt8xSBtYURuLwIw3PhF_rk8MKVD6NrEGf7hykVjw1bJt1RqvCGrHaaHguVd-wnY3_zMjYu2ZHGO4q4ePgp/s1600/fragmentos.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJ3fsVrYO6cgheTIUxipLg6UCF72YjLl8YtHnPPz7dv6FVFJL9ggt8xSBtYURuLwIw3PhF_rk8MKVD6NrEGf7hykVjw1bJt1RqvCGrHaaHguVd-wnY3_zMjYu2ZHGO4q4ePgp/s320/fragmentos.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(…)Não tenho ilusões</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nem sensações nítidas </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Do sonho…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Toda a matéria desgasta e desgasta-se</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Em dolo…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Rabisco ao acaso se acaso rebusco…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Chego a traçar palavras onde arrisco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ilusões que não tenho, apenas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Por ser da hora a poesia da ilusão de onde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Venho…</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(…) Troco de roupa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sem trocar de corpo…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A roupa cheirosa, engomada assenta casta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No rugoso cadáver </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que tresanda a mofo…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(…)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tomo o café da manhã, o mesmo de todas as manhãs…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Saio, mundo fora…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(…)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Volto tarde. À porta de sempre…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sento-me e escrevo lágrimas que preciso…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(…)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Troco de roupa, mas não de corpo…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Amanhã será pior…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Deito-me apenas… sonho…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Amanhã, acordarei (?) fatigado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Dos sentidos…</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(…) Sabes, nasci exausto até à perdição</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E o que ainda está por nascer em mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">É mais depauperante </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ainda que tudo seja paixão…</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Desiludam-se o sonho ou a razão!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Deturpados que vivem em mim…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sabes, nasci exausto até à perdição</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sereno, só o fim…</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Permite-me acordar-te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sei que sonhas…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que sonhas horas felizes de outras vidas…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que aí, serás sempre a criança da tua memória.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas quero ser a tua estória</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Permite-me acordar-te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sei que sonhas…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas neste instante, quero amar-te…</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-25005335054519534112011-12-30T22:30:00.000+00:002011-12-30T22:30:40.269+00:00fantasma do tempo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy25rIIhTcqNVEu14ggFAEJLwtRbhSiQgPlxsbyehi_lZ8R4MootkaadQfNmpE3XPteHK5wt02R0Xt8U1biCTP_DE1olqWfVvcR9G4ho9O1nkT4_ySJDIXJ0c4ifK6IWcoW5Yn/s1600/tumblr_lnwz3lTn4w1qln33mo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy25rIIhTcqNVEu14ggFAEJLwtRbhSiQgPlxsbyehi_lZ8R4MootkaadQfNmpE3XPteHK5wt02R0Xt8U1biCTP_DE1olqWfVvcR9G4ho9O1nkT4_ySJDIXJ0c4ifK6IWcoW5Yn/s320/tumblr_lnwz3lTn4w1qln33mo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tenho horas de insónias que são vidas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Inteiras por partilhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Com almofadas e sonhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Com desejos lúcidos de acordar</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sou um fantasma do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Brisa que se perdeu do vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E longe se foi urdir</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No regaço de um tormento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A romper o firmamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sem sentir</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E assim, nas horas que foram vidas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A morte ousou prostrar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A minha alma sem rima</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">…Os poemas no meu olhar…</span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-31962951117819087572011-10-30T20:46:00.001+00:002011-10-30T20:56:10.497+00:00poema de vento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR737Pdx5CmF-cRGu4bGROkVaGgpc6bH0BJ2WdvSRW6tTylsthpefSS2Gpmum9IkQDLLZLdsO37p1gzxGhctzL-NmnJoW13rEP496mWj7emw_7OxqasTxih1aQ-eRy8u2Ec23v/s1600/vento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR737Pdx5CmF-cRGu4bGROkVaGgpc6bH0BJ2WdvSRW6tTylsthpefSS2Gpmum9IkQDLLZLdsO37p1gzxGhctzL-NmnJoW13rEP496mWj7emw_7OxqasTxih1aQ-eRy8u2Ec23v/s400/vento.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Tentei ser o vento </span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">E a ventura de o ser</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Tentei passar sem passar</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Tentei passar sem morrer</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Morrer como brisa</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Ou coisa vã</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Sem a eutrofia da noite</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Ou a delicadeza da manhã</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Quis ser o vento</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Numa sinfonia do abstracto </span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">O colidir dos sentidos</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Num poema franco e raro</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Quis ser, o que sentindo</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Apenas fosse sentido</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Livre como a alma</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">De todo o Ser perdido</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Quis ser apenas um sonho</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Um sonho gravado no tempo</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Mas não fui sonho nem coisa</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Que fosse sombra de vento</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">“No TEMPO em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Eu tinha a grande saúde de não perceber coisa nenhuma,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">(…)</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">E de não ter as esperanças que os outros tinham por mim.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Quando vim a ter esperanças, já não sabia ter esperanças.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Quando vim a olhar para a vida, perdera o sentido da vida.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">(…)</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Hoje já não faço anos.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Duro.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Somam-se-me dias.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Serei velho quando o for.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Mais nada.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Raiva de não ter trazido o passado roubado na algibeira!...”</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fecho os olhos porque hoje é dia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">De soprar um dia mais</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quantos sonhos se apagaram</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Por serem sonho demais</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">É de um Outono meu dia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E a alma que julgo ter</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tão só, tenho de oferenda</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Este corpo a morrer</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">É um mar que já se forma</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Na turbulência do medo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">É um vento em revolta</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">É um desejo em tormento!</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
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<span style="color: red;">...não esta noite que chora!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Esquecido que fui, vagueio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vento no nevoeiro.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Funesta hora!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vencerei! Se rei for, da fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Se da memória me sobejar vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E reinar em ti!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vencerei!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre a penumbra e as estrelas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre os mares e as veredas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Descortinarei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Teu olhar singelo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Colher-te-ei entre o belo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E no fim, esquecido que fui</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vencerei!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ninguém durma!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não esta noite pura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Onde por amor cairei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sem nome nem luz da lua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ó noite, ó noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vencerei! Vencerei! Vencerei!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tão obscura quanto a noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">É, a imensa solidão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Penetra em nós e em nós fica</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Como farpa de ilusão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red;">Porque tinge o corpo e a alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Do mesmo sangue que tinge</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">As lágrimas e a chuva vasta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Do que é sonho ou do que existe </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Não digas nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que lá fora as sombras sabem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que a noite diz a verdade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E a lua ilumina a saudade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que se desenha na estrada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não digas nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O silêncio é como um manto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que me protege da razão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Me dá laivos de ilusão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E no fim me salva,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Da tentação de sentir o rigor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De que aos poetas não cabe o amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não cabe a sanidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não digas nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Bebe mais um copo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que mais logo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A sede será a da eternidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não digas nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Repousa o teu corpo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sobre esta cama vazia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Espera que nasça o dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que nos rasga,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Os sonhos e a carne</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Com todos os espinhos que nos cabe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Colher da rosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não digas nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Bebe um pouco mais de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que breve o fim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Me chama, lá fora…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Ouso um poema último</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Um derradeiro e raro poema</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Uma reflexão vaga</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sem sombra ou dilema</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red;">Ouso usar assim o silêncio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Como um templo de delírio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sem paraíso, sem limbo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sem o fogo do martírio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red;">Sem teorias de conspiração</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sem sonhos, sem razão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Um ousar apenas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red;">De por palavras vagas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Deixar sem motivo marcas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nos meus dias de poemas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Aqui padeço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Porque morro, adormeço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No teu olhar sombrio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tenho sede, tenho frio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E fome dos lugares a que pertenço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ouço o vento arrastar o tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E a hora que me aponta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tenho medo, estremeço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Porque morro e adormeço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na tua sombra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Embalas-me nesse berço de escuridão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Solidão maior que nós</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ouço o vento, a tua voz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Um veneno mais a clamar ilusão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Aqui me entrego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Porque te quero e te nego.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No teu ventre quente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Lançámos a semente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De um destino negro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vê que caio a teus pés</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre a bruma e as marés</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Cego de te não ver</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O mar meu leito último</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Porque morrer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">É só um passo mais</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre o horizonte e o cais</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De te esquecer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Aqui padeço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Em lágrimas e sangue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Num novo dilema</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tenho medo, estremeço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Porque morro, adormeço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na tua sombra, neste poema…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-8638496748380745152011-08-13T18:56:00.003+01:002011-08-14T15:14:24.833+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hlcheotU9akeD7-FBymxxyJFvsgwJl_TgkuJbYB_IXvJRFN1HFtRBKzMt0-YHYhU4MqBjSEem8dUW-1WJKY17roYzxpaS5n6tm-oNE0hibz5EylbBCvPjPJeHgMhThb6Pkfj/s1600/road_modesto_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hlcheotU9akeD7-FBymxxyJFvsgwJl_TgkuJbYB_IXvJRFN1HFtRBKzMt0-YHYhU4MqBjSEem8dUW-1WJKY17roYzxpaS5n6tm-oNE0hibz5EylbBCvPjPJeHgMhThb6Pkfj/s400/road_modesto_lg.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Tenho tanto sentimento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Que é frequente persuadir-me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">De que sou sentimental,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Mas reconheço, ao medir-me,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Que tudo isso é pensamento,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Que não senti afinal.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Temos, todos que vivemos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Uma vida que é vivida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">E outra vida que é pensada,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">E a única vida que temos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">É essa que é dividida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Entre a verdadeira e a errada.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Qual porém é a verdadeira</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">E qual errada, ninguém</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Nos saberá explicar;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">E vivemos de maneira</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Que a vida que a gente tem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">É a que tem que pensar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Fernando Pessoa, in "Cancioneiro"</span></div><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Persegue-me o sentimento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De que sentir não me basta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E que bastava não sentir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Isto que me persegue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Para fugir ao de leve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Desse percurso na estrada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E assim remediar, mesmo que levemente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Esse sentir que é de gente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Essa vindicta cerrada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Talvez em um outro sentimento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Desses que são só vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que esquecem e ficam nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E se tudo é pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E não o sentir que invento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ou ele que se inventa em mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vou perseguir eu o vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na estrada que manda o tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E encontrar-me no fim</span></div><span style="color: red;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E se lá me achar sentindo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Noutro bastar que ruindo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Me aponte novo tormento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Hei-de quem sabe, partindo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Outro chegar, ouvindo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Achar-lhe o pensamento…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-43274024655454572712011-07-24T11:51:00.001+01:002011-07-24T11:52:21.424+01:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TJAfLE39ZZ8?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Sei que não é hora de promessas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que sem entrega não há mais razões para voltar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Eu, sei bem o quanto te amei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sei bem que em ti encontrei, o meu mundo perdido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E tu, tu levaste já contigo, esse sonho prometido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Para um lugar escuro sem luar </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E eu, já esperei de mais, não posso mais ficar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nesse lugar onde te sonhei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Menos negra que esta noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Muito menos negra </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que esta desdita </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Já sem volta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sem volta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">À vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tu foste tudo, mas não te cheguei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Quiseste um outro mundo sem mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E eu, fiquei um dia mais, a outros iguais </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Cada vez mais perto, mais </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Perto Do fim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mais negro que esta noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Muito mais negro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que esta desdita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Já sem volta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mais negro que esta noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Muito mais negro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que esta desdita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Já sem volta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">À vida</span></div><span style="color: red;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Calibri;">Letra adaptada ao tema “ BACK TO BLACK”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amy Winehouse</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Calibri;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>jorge@ntuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02429005115292480504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-54680343956762638042011-05-24T11:17:00.000+01:002011-05-24T11:17:16.259+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWyNNNPKxnPCc7RJDOriFxlQpcJ7qXTuj6fj6uoD8xapW0pBt7krtEeKbdHTOHsFSnAfLpcrZczTdRF5aIUpNMYg1DoQbCXPGK-sKTgn3a3GoyVJ-6WOg0hhAqlmZPPd6vMz5/s1600/DSC05017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWyNNNPKxnPCc7RJDOriFxlQpcJ7qXTuj6fj6uoD8xapW0pBt7krtEeKbdHTOHsFSnAfLpcrZczTdRF5aIUpNMYg1DoQbCXPGK-sKTgn3a3GoyVJ-6WOg0hhAqlmZPPd6vMz5/s320/DSC05017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Aqui, em modo de pausa vejo que o mundo avança</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Percebo no seu olhar a criança</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Olhar que já não tenho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Talvez ainda existisse esperança</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não fosse a minha herança</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Um fado estranho…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Agora vou…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vou pausar a pausa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E voltar atrás…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Agora vou…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Demoradamente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ser somente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O que for capaz…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-92096199635010189222011-05-23T15:23:00.000+01:002011-05-23T15:23:51.801+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaftEgNQof1E3yLNzgFtnWUin6hwCoGFxKhOpOzwDj2cu8Ok4Iw71R51J4ewPhSqIvP43dV4f_g7TY-lv-bMNXiTwd4YYIFuQMurFZwN3NfEjvRdByX0Vsq0QDS33QAyf3M1t/s1600/gotica+triste+na+sepultura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaftEgNQof1E3yLNzgFtnWUin6hwCoGFxKhOpOzwDj2cu8Ok4Iw71R51J4ewPhSqIvP43dV4f_g7TY-lv-bMNXiTwd4YYIFuQMurFZwN3NfEjvRdByX0Vsq0QDS33QAyf3M1t/s320/gotica+triste+na+sepultura.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A vida não é apenas mera injustiça platónica</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">É veracidade errónea é cobiça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Prós e contras de sentidos ocos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que aos poucos, é tudo, só não é vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não há amor sem dor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Coragem sem pavor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Presença sem ausência</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Loucura sem juízo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Há de tudo e de nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">À porta fechada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Do paraíso…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">À distância somos apenas nós</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Aqueles que à viva voz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Se masturbam na vergonha</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Os que deslaçados são, só nós</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Alter-egos de peçonha </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não há moral sem carnal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A alma é mero desperdício</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tudo o que vicia é drama</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Toda a cama é vício!!!...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A vida é algo entre o real e o falso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre o noir e a luz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Um sinuoso pé no cadafalso </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que nos conduz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Somos o destino que somos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Se fechados somos no tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Dulcineias e quixotes, moinhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que são de vento…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Caiados nos sonhos vagos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas negros na conjuntura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Dos dias que são a vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Somos já a sepultura!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Somos o pó da razão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A tontura do equilíbrio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Somos dos deuses a imagem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O livre arbítrio…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ò liberdade se fosses</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tão livre como este momento!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas não há livres no teu seio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Apenas poemas plo meio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A dizerem: desalento!...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E que são poemas?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Dilemas… dilemas…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A vida apenas…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #134f5c;">Bobby Vinton - Mr. Lonely</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Cambria", "serif"; font-size: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Cambria;">Letra adaptada: POETIK</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Só, sinto-me tão só</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre paredes vagas sem vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Só, sinto-me tão só</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E não encontro qualquer saída</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não sou ninguém que o tempo reclame</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que o vento chame ou a lua chore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Por isso estou só, sempre tão só</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Longe de casa e de quem me ame</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nunca, nunca por nunca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Temi o mar que nos rastreia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas esqueci, sim, sei que esqueci</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De escorar tantos castelos d’ areia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Por isso estou só, sempre tão só</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Não sou ninguém que o vento reclame</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Por isso estou só, sempre tão só</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Longe de casa e de quem me ame</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-79868420603197130202011-05-07T01:23:00.001+01:002011-05-07T01:27:13.913+01:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Th-pgBeofQY?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sim, eu sei do que falo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Quando me calo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Fingindo que não sinto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E vou sorrindo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vou deixando aos poucos a vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Meio inacabada, meio perdida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E plo meio sangro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na pele dos que amo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sim, eu sei do que falo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Quando me calo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tentando entender</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Se voltei a perder</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Hoje deixo-me ficar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre o voo e o olhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Vou tacteando às cegas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Por entre a luz e as trevas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas não me encontro…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De encontro ao vento desta hora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tudo o que passa me trespassa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sim, eu sei do que falo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mesmo quando tudo me cala…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16931532.post-78268723508577510462011-05-06T01:56:00.000+01:002011-05-06T01:56:39.153+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPBjJRmsX8qwqbV7ZlNsaERDAevwJ0QTU2yk26BaK7eCDuqDEjH-pmBbSxEz7Yb4mQFrUeZIQpDdAadaT6mkbaJDa9_AMkJpvgiUFTd6CNrBlAaCRbWlJeBmyQrZaG6gbq0N9/s1600/muerte3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPBjJRmsX8qwqbV7ZlNsaERDAevwJ0QTU2yk26BaK7eCDuqDEjH-pmBbSxEz7Yb4mQFrUeZIQpDdAadaT6mkbaJDa9_AMkJpvgiUFTd6CNrBlAaCRbWlJeBmyQrZaG6gbq0N9/s320/muerte3.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Quase escrevi o destino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na pele, no caminho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Na ausência de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Cheguei tarde, fiquei sozinho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nunca mais fui menino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nem homem, eu fui no fim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Abri as janelas ao vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Deitei-me no tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Deixei-me ficar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Parti rumo ao deserto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E só estive perto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De sentir o mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Agora é tarde e não tarda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que a hora madrasta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Me cobre no fim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Agora é tarde e não tarda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que esta vida farta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Se farte de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O que chorei </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entreguei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Numa bandeja de lata</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Onde pequei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Eu deixei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Aos poucos, a alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Agora é tarde e não tarda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que à porta fechada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O meu mundo padeça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Agora é tarde e não tarda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O fim da estrada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que me aconteça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Quase escrevi o destino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No meu desatino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No sonho de outro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Parti rumo ao deserto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E nas areias do incerto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">O que fui soube-me a pouco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Fechei as portas do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Deitei-me no vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Deixei-me ficar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Rumei ao deserto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mas não cheguei perto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">De lá me encontrar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Por agora dormito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre a lenda e o mito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Entre o sonho e a vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Depois, quem sabe acorde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E já não viva, nem chore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">…ou talvez consiga…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">POETIK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">comentário 4ever</div>poetikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618615548075674600noreply@blogger.com0