tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582185024133991252024-03-18T07:47:15.591+00:00A mulher e a poesiaElvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.comBlogger588125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-27044238698942556432024-01-21T00:00:00.004+00:002024-01-21T00:00:00.131+00:00SOFIA PINTO CORREIA MELO - PERCORRER A CASA<p><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xdX4rSFZdPxIlMotHAA7DAC7cBug0HjyQ7XqGL8UzdkRWIio0pejtJVvI9vYWiNY3Sky7dSlK6NT0sf37fyF_TLi2TPsLXXRCwAzNMy_j_z2f01htx9vwRQeOGhPya0W7ToJEJmXKvfxo_2iDBOuEj_r8_wLJI3FqmVIGE_UidhCqZYCPY4KxMA8ilM/s699/Teka_flores_09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="547" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xdX4rSFZdPxIlMotHAA7DAC7cBug0HjyQ7XqGL8UzdkRWIio0pejtJVvI9vYWiNY3Sky7dSlK6NT0sf37fyF_TLi2TPsLXXRCwAzNMy_j_z2f01htx9vwRQeOGhPya0W7ToJEJmXKvfxo_2iDBOuEj_r8_wLJI3FqmVIGE_UidhCqZYCPY4KxMA8ilM/s320/Teka_flores_09.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">PERCORRER A CASA</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br />Percorrer casa a casa<br />nas sombras projectadas<br />pela água perto<br />ruínas<br />ruínas as casas todas<br />casas várias da infância<br />de recordações de infâncias que me precedem<br />telhado aberto para o céu<br />chuva no soalho<br />nem precisaria das imagens para recordar<br />só os sons, só os sons<br />e o aroma a abandono<br />sopro a poeira devagar enquanto ela paira na luz<br />que trespassa a parede<br />e vai bater na parede em frente</span></span></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-6253646909580399832024-01-14T00:00:00.012+00:002024-01-14T00:00:00.128+00:00FLORBELA ESPANCA - PRIMAVERA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBe9cCvhpZ-xZ26jKcHBAwedkZqdOLCccV9MXL6vcGXINiDDa8sOlunjPDzzn2TOhH8bpi_7TUajJC-9nFhp42vXSo3ayuH-H1HkoHQMNq6yLt87Tp4zxuOOEIfQZA3EHFXDx1KeXPtnUqr__mv05E-4NKp-QUT-FHeuAtqe0vz-TnOl58Wr10H5Cfs6U/s295/b35d49a41d8deedc148b3b1d48604955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 32px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="236" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBe9cCvhpZ-xZ26jKcHBAwedkZqdOLCccV9MXL6vcGXINiDDa8sOlunjPDzzn2TOhH8bpi_7TUajJC-9nFhp42vXSo3ayuH-H1HkoHQMNq6yLt87Tp4zxuOOEIfQZA3EHFXDx1KeXPtnUqr__mv05E-4NKp-QUT-FHeuAtqe0vz-TnOl58Wr10H5Cfs6U/s1600/b35d49a41d8deedc148b3b1d48604955.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 32px;">Primavera</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">É Primavera agora, meu Amor!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">O campo despe a veste de estamenha;</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Não há árvore nenhuma que não tenha</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">O coração aberto, todo em flor!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Ah! Deixa-te vogar, calmo, ao sabor</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Da vida… não há bem que nos não venha</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Dum mal que o nosso orgulho em vão desdenha!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Não há bem que não possa ser melhor!</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Também despi meu triste burel pardo,</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">E agora cheiro a rosmaninho e a nardo</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">E ando agora tonta, à tua espera…</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Pus rosas cor-de-rosa em meus cabelos…</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Parecem um rosal! Vem desprendê-los!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Meu Amor, meu Amor, é Primavera!…</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: inherit;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; line-height: inherit;">Florbela Espanca</em></span></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-22365895085880848082024-01-05T21:24:00.003+00:002024-01-05T21:24:57.729+00:00Pausa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO3s8v9kHyEdMBFJc9J6TwyqvnrBYgBpQAdHOyBwflE880LC7eyYdfiCAOBJmBEm-o0u6CteJDgeeo2fdFO-MaLtlYmpJ9u5MXscbKFmzSLmvhUnTHkKMuqWvKOmrBoXG44Ng6nPPdkiBHAcxG22zaXWrET294IVuEU5wNmZyFAMQ8J4_jsj1GsjCX-E/s1000/luto-cinza-laco-preto-escrita-branca.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO3s8v9kHyEdMBFJc9J6TwyqvnrBYgBpQAdHOyBwflE880LC7eyYdfiCAOBJmBEm-o0u6CteJDgeeo2fdFO-MaLtlYmpJ9u5MXscbKFmzSLmvhUnTHkKMuqWvKOmrBoXG44Ng6nPPdkiBHAcxG22zaXWrET294IVuEU5wNmZyFAMQ8J4_jsj1GsjCX-E/s320/luto-cinza-laco-preto-escrita-branca.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p> Amigos perdi meu marido, meu amigo, meu companheiro de horas boas e más durante quase 60 anos.</p><p>É uma dor sem tamanho. Não sei quendo voltarei.</p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-91965545515168198002023-12-30T00:00:00.000+00:002023-12-30T00:00:00.138+00:00FELIZ ANO NOVO<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcC_Lw5CvN_tr2f_q_0pPtWWi2iLm5_jL21r2SjsIZ40n4cC7mYmhPSBChtwCHDGXTeemI7oa16W6_EcvOK0GNm1oQIshdLfosj2d5rl6LAuzycy9lCRYhIaZDdAtrDwlzsJQultvCCmfuO-3l9f05POblJpZIeVYqzVyXNXrACL9IcsGu87FpXc6r8XA/s2520/loonapix_170362831711782595_max.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2520" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcC_Lw5CvN_tr2f_q_0pPtWWi2iLm5_jL21r2SjsIZ40n4cC7mYmhPSBChtwCHDGXTeemI7oa16W6_EcvOK0GNm1oQIshdLfosj2d5rl6LAuzycy9lCRYhIaZDdAtrDwlzsJQultvCCmfuO-3l9f05POblJpZIeVYqzVyXNXrACL9IcsGu87FpXc6r8XA/s320/loonapix_170362831711782595_max.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A todos os amigos que por aqui passem eu desejo um Feliz Ano Novo, com muita Saúde, Paz, Amor, e se possível também algum dinheirito que até pode não dar felicidade, mas dá sempre muito jeito.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Na numerologia 2024 é o nº 8. Nela, o<span style="color: #333333;"> significado do número 8 representa renascimento, renovação e regeneração. Dizem os entendidos que representa o equilíbrio entre a energia que sai da terra e sobe para o espaço celeste e a que desce de lá para o planeta. É um número poderoso, diz-se que representa o Infinito.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #373742; letter-spacing: 0.1px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Em algumas religiões o número 8 representa Deus e o Universo, noutras representa o céu. Em quase todas as culturas e ideologias, o número 8 representa poder. Para os chineses simboliza fortuna.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #373742; letter-spacing: 0.1px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Portanto como a esperança é a última a morrer, vamos esquecer as terríveis previsões de Nostradamus e esperar um ano a nível pessoal e mundial, melhor do que foram os últimos.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #373742; letter-spacing: 0.1px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">FELIZ 2024</span></span></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-68684638484604657042023-12-22T09:05:00.002+00:002023-12-22T09:05:24.769+00:00FELIZ NATAL, BOAS FESTAS<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0S13aRrL0khh6bpZgTaNuJJi7QXX0eDVtZA-iquU-ltTa3ygm44OGB1-prbN3I4YKo0Sm0Vg2W083QH-0AR2L7IUiXx_SfRglQBo8kjn0p_5w8QYB-kGY5N-4zZ2N5AaySLIWuqVkIghiQJ9D5zisJ4swtlRIoSBAkUa6xScPv5QRsrM6oUi11hrHfsU/s1350/21.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="954" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0S13aRrL0khh6bpZgTaNuJJi7QXX0eDVtZA-iquU-ltTa3ygm44OGB1-prbN3I4YKo0Sm0Vg2W083QH-0AR2L7IUiXx_SfRglQBo8kjn0p_5w8QYB-kGY5N-4zZ2N5AaySLIWuqVkIghiQJ9D5zisJ4swtlRIoSBAkUa6xScPv5QRsrM6oUi11hrHfsU/s320/21.webp" width="226" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Para todos os amigos que por aqui passem eu desejo um Santo e Feliz Natal na companhia de todos os que vos são queridos. Desejo ainda que o ano 2024 seja muito feliz para a humanidade de em geral e pera vós em especial. Que ele venha carregado de Paz, Amor e Saúde para todos.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Abraço Fraterno</span></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-48532655628028895072023-12-17T00:00:00.027+00:002023-12-17T00:00:00.259+00:00NATHALIE DELEBARRE - EU SEI TUDO SOBRE O PAI NATAL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiysclK4uJ-QxGEyMsD_ttIxRUGBckKWf_RRRVKPQmoWfqgD35fgzyKEPRQOSu5_RkkW2IjoxGSVnNUzlBrOGRQklu88Sq15cRdrPAnkU5ir9XQaoa5GDklBzXFNZij4-r_52FWkJfafIL36BbRw2iwstAIHMQ2BWDow32UL9nrA7gZwPZaR7MMADrCM/s612/istockphoto-491090202-612x612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; font-family: Ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 1.2em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="612" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiysclK4uJ-QxGEyMsD_ttIxRUGBckKWf_RRRVKPQmoWfqgD35fgzyKEPRQOSu5_RkkW2IjoxGSVnNUzlBrOGRQklu88Sq15cRdrPAnkU5ir9XQaoa5GDklBzXFNZij4-r_52FWkJfafIL36BbRw2iwstAIHMQ2BWDow32UL9nrA7gZwPZaR7MMADrCM/s320/istockphoto-491090202-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p> </p><h3 style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: 1.4; margin: 26px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Eu sei tudo sobre o Pai Natal</span></h3><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que o Pai Natal não existe.<br />Mas eu não acredito neles.<br />Então se o Pai Natal não existe,<br />quem é que traz os presentes todos os anos?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que ninguém consegue descer pela chaminé. Sobretudo com um saco tão grande às costas.<br />Mas eu sei que é possível.<span id="more-851" style="border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />O mais difícil é subir.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que o Pai Natal não tem tempo<br />para ler as cartas de todos os meninos.<br />Dizem <br />que são tantas que nem se consegue contá-las.<br />Mas eu sei que ele as lê,<br />porque nunca se engana nos presentes.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que os trenós não podem voar pelos céus, nem aterram nos telhados das casas.<br />Mas eu digo que eles estão enganados,<br />porque são as renas que voam e não os trenós.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que o Pai Natal não pode estar em todas as lojas ao mesmo tempo.<br />Mas eu acho que isso é um disparate,<br />porque toda a gente sabe<br />que os Pais Natais das lojas são a fingir!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que o Pai Natal, se existisse,<br />nunca poderia entrar nas casas que não têm chaminé.<br />Mas eu acho que o importante não é a chaminé.<br />O que importa é a árvore de Natal.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que o Pai Natal nunca teria tempo<br />para embrulhar os presentes de todos os meninos.<br />Mas eu tenho a certeza<br />de que a Mãe Natal e os duendes lhe dão uma ajuda</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que é muito estranho<br />o Pai Natal nunca envelhecer.<br />Mas eu sei a verdade.<br />Ele envelhece mas, como tem barba e cabelos brancos, não se nota.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que, se o Pai Natal entrasse mesmo nas casas, já alguém o teria visto.<br />Mas um dia eu fiquei à espera dele, escondido debaixo dos cobertores.<br />Ouvi os seus passos, mas tive medo de ir ver.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que o Pai Natal nunca aparece. E que isso é só uma história que os pais contam aos filhos.<br />Mas eu acho que eles não estão a pensar muito bem.<br />Se não é ele, quem é que leva as cenouras<br />que eu lhe deixo ao pé da árvore de Natal para ele dar às renas?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que, ao passar pelos países quentes, que o Pai Natal teria demasiado calor com o seu casaco vermelho.<br />Mas eu acho que eles não têm razão,<br />porque à noite, no céu, faz sempre um bocadinho de frio.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Os crescidos dizem<br />que só os meninos pequenos acreditam no Pai Natal.<br />Mas eu sei que eles estão enganados.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Se o Pai Natal não existe,<br />por que razão estão sempre a falar dele?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: right;">Nathalie Delebarre</span><br style="text-align: right;" /><em style="text-align: right;">Eu sei tudo sobre o Pai Natal</em><br style="text-align: right;" /><span style="text-align: right;">Lisboa, Editorial Presença, 2008</span></span></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-17813585608033394782023-12-10T00:00:00.014+00:002023-12-10T00:00:00.130+00:00 NATÁLIA CORREIA - FALAVAM-ME DE AMOR <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxq_UpYG5p2I61VSHSWfTFr3Tjoe-3vbDPbHgZJGslkQMRuLB505Pkg7hVTUOM14aG8W-_Zjg5r-d7QXru-IJGV4UcgNrAFvpQECkFgCZV8TV4oID5QWINciFX1EWx7oiUpa4fGBZkxeo4Ar6zlD9m0u6XK5ccmH-OKWR05Ntp8kOv5zZ-reigHkljRok/s385/500x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, "segoe ui", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "open sans", "helvetica neue", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxq_UpYG5p2I61VSHSWfTFr3Tjoe-3vbDPbHgZJGslkQMRuLB505Pkg7hVTUOM14aG8W-_Zjg5r-d7QXru-IJGV4UcgNrAFvpQECkFgCZV8TV4oID5QWINciFX1EWx7oiUpa4fGBZkxeo4Ar6zlD9m0u6XK5ccmH-OKWR05Ntp8kOv5zZ-reigHkljRok/s320/500x500.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><p> </p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, "segoe ui", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "open sans", "helvetica neue", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 700; text-align: justify;"><br />Falavam-me de Amor</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, "segoe ui", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "open sans", "helvetica neue", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-top: 18px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;">Quando um ramo de doze badaladas<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />se espalhava nos móveis e tu vinhas<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />solstício de mel pelas escadas<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />de um sentimento com nozes e com pinhas,</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, "segoe ui", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "open sans", "helvetica neue", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-top: 18px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;">menino eras de lenha e crepitavas<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />porque do fogo o nome antigo tinhas<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />e em sua eternidade colocavas<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />o que a infância pedia às andorinhas.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, "segoe ui", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "open sans", "helvetica neue", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-top: 18px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;">Depois nas folhas secas te envolvias<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />de trezentos e muitos lerdos dias<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />e eras um sol na sombra flagelado.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, "segoe ui", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "open sans", "helvetica neue", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-top: 18px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;">O fel que por nós bebes te liberta<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />e no manso natal que te conserta<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />só tu ficaste a ti acostumado.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, "segoe ui", Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "open sans", "helvetica neue", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-top: 18px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify;">– Natália Correia, em ‘O Dilúvio e a Pomba’.</p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-81564188229558597732023-12-04T20:02:00.001+00:002023-12-04T20:02:55.455+00:00 CARMEN VERVLOET - SONHANDO O NATAL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBF_lkX7y0E/Tu-grVBYWpI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/LrYfK3rIE9I/s1600/jl4b5c.gif" width="320" /></div><br /><blockquote><blockquote><span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Sonhando o Natal</span><br /><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br /><div align="left" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br /><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se eu pudesse…</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por um dia ser o bom velhinho</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mensageiro de Deus repartindo carinho</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Com certeza</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Exterminaria a pobreza</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Caminharia por todas as favelas,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Adentraria às vielas,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Levando alegria,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Secando lágrimas,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Matando a fome que mata,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Transformando míseros barracos</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em lares decentes</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Num gesto de amor!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Levaria o sonhado presente</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Entregaria a cada criança</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Triste, sem esperança,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rosto pálido,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sonhos murchos</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como a flor que não vingou</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">No árido chão</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">No descaso do próprio torrão.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Construiria escolas decentes</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Preencheria o vazio latente</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">De cada coração!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estenderia a mão em amizade</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Conferindo solidariedade,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Segurança num futuro melhor,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Uma auto-estima maior.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ofereceria educação</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">E com uma varinha de condão</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Extinguiria a violência,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Transformaria balas perdidas</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em rosas, miosótis, hortênsias…</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dando cor ao negro da dor!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">As favelas seriam imensos jardins,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">As casas iluminadas,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cirandas nas calçadas</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Amor aproximando os afins…</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Em cada uma delas</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Substituiria as vazias panelas</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por uma substancial ceia de natal</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pois afinal</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Num mundo tão desigual</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Todos têm os mesmos direitos…</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Merecem o mesmo respeito…</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Têm o direito de serem felizes</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sonhando em matizes!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Mas como não sou o bom velhinho</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não sou mágico, nem adivinho…</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Peço ao mundo perdão</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por só alcançar com minha pequena mão</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aos que estão próximos a mim.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Carmen Vervloet</span></span></div></blockquote></blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.poemas-de-amor.net/"><span style="font-size: large;">AQUI</span> </a> <span style="font-size: large;">o blogue da autora</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Durante todo este mês vou tentar postar poemas de Natal.</span><br /><br /><br />Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-52622818964972763042023-11-26T00:00:00.006+00:002023-11-26T00:00:00.126+00:00ESTHER MARIA OSSES - LAGO, VAMOS BRINCAR<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj12-UmKrge1YQsDSDDS4XnO3CkqVYvcjYbhhYiNwx-XPd2qUVBB0VnDOq8ZzR3NwBfkf1IGu2EM8ODbupnW50KBNCHG9GLnaqfCKCc2EbFPrQwiIQmd7jFXjPKi6aGVW89cBtQw7gUtq_yJLatMN2STgs1JmpkRSIP5p_1AhOrXy7h-pZwhx_RojPYPzI/s232/images%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="217" data-original-width="232" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj12-UmKrge1YQsDSDDS4XnO3CkqVYvcjYbhhYiNwx-XPd2qUVBB0VnDOq8ZzR3NwBfkf1IGu2EM8ODbupnW50KBNCHG9GLnaqfCKCc2EbFPrQwiIQmd7jFXjPKi6aGVW89cBtQw7gUtq_yJLatMN2STgs1JmpkRSIP5p_1AhOrXy7h-pZwhx_RojPYPzI/s1600/images%20(1).jpg" width="232" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: 700; text-align: center;">LAGO, VAMOS BRINCAR</span></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;">– Lago, vamos brincar.<br />Eu o marinheiro,<br />tu o mar.</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;">Eu ponho o barco,<br />tu o vento,<br />tu as ondas,<br />eu o timão.<br />Tu as ondas e o vento,<br />eu a canção.</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;">– Falta uma coisa. A estrela.<br />Sim ela<br />quem vai te guiar?<br />Sem uma estrela não há viajante,<br />nem marinheiro, nem mar.</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;">– Eu ponho o barco,<br />tu o vento,<br />tu as ondas,<br />Eu o timão;<br />Tu as ondas e o vento,<br />eu, a estrela e a canção.</p><div>Biografia <a href="https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esther_Mar%C3%ADa_Osses"><br />AQUI</a></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-6079576226045853692023-11-19T00:00:00.016+00:002023-11-19T00:00:00.129+00:00ALAÍDE FOPPA - DESTERRO<p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: 700; text-align: center;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYY7HuTj1aJKFY7ykQy7PVKXnvKymmErv3ZpWbMXyLIUV3j1cO-YqPxJmPWrlt0Z3h_o1NtK8tz3UfHuaCl9UqD-hh6Dr2feeELJbTSxsAoSidoRF2xfT108ea-2RHhZ4rDy57ZErKGCE-SsDQ9g0KtfqdVc8QstsK-TKa4GvUwdF7nPtur2nf2z655cI/s225/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYY7HuTj1aJKFY7ykQy7PVKXnvKymmErv3ZpWbMXyLIUV3j1cO-YqPxJmPWrlt0Z3h_o1NtK8tz3UfHuaCl9UqD-hh6Dr2feeELJbTSxsAoSidoRF2xfT108ea-2RHhZ4rDy57ZErKGCE-SsDQ9g0KtfqdVc8QstsK-TKa4GvUwdF7nPtur2nf2z655cI/s1600/images.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />DESTERRO<p></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;">A minha vida<br />é um desterro sem retorno.<br />Não teve casa<br />minha errante infância perdida,<br />não tem terra<br />meu desterro.<br />A minha vida navegou<br />em barco de nostalgia.<br />Vivi à margem do mar<br />olhando o horizonte:<br />tornava minha casa ignorada<br />um dia pensava em zarpar,<br />e a pressentida viagem<br />me deixou em outro porto de partida.<br />É o amor, acaso,<br />o meu último cais?<br />Oh braços que me fizeram prisioneira,<br />sem me dar abrigo…<br />Também quis escapar<br />do cruel abraço.<br />Oh braços fugitivos,<br />que em vão buscaram minhas mãos…<br />Incessante fuga<br />e anseio incessante<br />o amor não é porto seguro.<br />Já não há terra prometida<br />para a minha esperança.</p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;">Alaíde Foppa, já faz parte desta casa, pelo que a sua biografia já foi publicada.</p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-63076288664836461282023-11-12T00:09:00.000+00:002023-11-12T00:09:26.226+00:00FRANCISCA JÚLIA DA SILVA - MUSA IMPASSÍVEL<p> </p><h2 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 32px; font-weight: 500; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomMGyOdOWGXKQvoZafNXAeq6CKcUntZB24qWszx0gS2yuyqGUILV1svMDCg6CBG2kRBoF7Bf6EKeL6eCqb5Q3IKvlLZjE4XlPozErLchjRa97Jnm6b6GhH2BSRAKG1AUkw7gEMKpIManC36eeWYSEGBqZGUi_dJm2MhbltF2YQdBSW8YYGhIGopgbKMI/s287/Charles%20Meynier%20(1768-1832).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="176" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomMGyOdOWGXKQvoZafNXAeq6CKcUntZB24qWszx0gS2yuyqGUILV1svMDCg6CBG2kRBoF7Bf6EKeL6eCqb5Q3IKvlLZjE4XlPozErLchjRa97Jnm6b6GhH2BSRAKG1AUkw7gEMKpIManC36eeWYSEGBqZGUi_dJm2MhbltF2YQdBSW8YYGhIGopgbKMI/s1600/Charles%20Meynier%20(1768-1832).jpg" width="176" /></a></h2><h2 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-weight: 500; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Charles Meynier ( 1768 - 1832)Erato, Musa da Poesia</span></h2><h2 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #212121; font-weight: 500;"><br /></span></div></h2><h2 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; font-weight: 500; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Musa Impassível</span></h2><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">Musa! um gesto sequer de dor ou de sincero </span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">Luto jamais te afeie o cândido semblante!</span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">Diante de Jó, conserva o mesmo orgulho; e diante</span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">De um morto, o mesmo olhar e sobrecenho austero.</span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">Em teus olhos não quero a lágrima; não quero</span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">Em tua boca o suave e idílico descante.</span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">Celebra ora um fantasma anguiforme de Dante,</span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">Ora o vulto marcial de um guerreiro de Homero.</span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Dá-me o hemistíquio d’ouro, a imagem atrativa</span></div><div><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121;">A rima, cujo som, de uma harmonia crebra,</span><br /></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Cante aos ouvidos d’alma; a estrofe limpa e viva;</span></div><div><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Versos que lembrem, com seus bárbaros ruídos,</span></div><div><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Ora o áspero rumor de um calhau que se quebra,</span></div><div><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Ora o surdo rumor de mármores partidos.</span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; line-height: inherit;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial; font-size: medium; font-weight: 700; line-height: inherit;"><br /></span></em></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #212121; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><em style="box-sizing: inherit; line-height: inherit;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: inherit;">Francisca Júlia da Silva</span></em><em style="box-sizing: inherit; line-height: inherit;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: inherit;"><br /></span></em><b><i>Biografia <a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francisca_J%C3%BAlia_da_Silva">AQUI</a></i></b></span></div></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-11853934181072395582023-11-05T00:00:00.000+00:002023-11-05T00:00:00.140+00:00ROSÁLIA DE CASTRO - UMA VEZ TIVE UM PREGO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdP3s44XOo-GqxhwQTCC5CWxTSdkVSCWovd-qiOD7o35TfYvZgU5yF12dSEM0x1XQ7K_ljLWI9dHMf0JxLyOlHo-SVy4uXgfOUjl4KrNhDGklWdOWGeDXPsyJ9IsUjnmrWnbF88dkU8Z3K8JPsF53jVUNQzy_ZcreHe8XoB8YPabD46n-naqgKJ2ivqo/s200/chorar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="171" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdP3s44XOo-GqxhwQTCC5CWxTSdkVSCWovd-qiOD7o35TfYvZgU5yF12dSEM0x1XQ7K_ljLWI9dHMf0JxLyOlHo-SVy4uXgfOUjl4KrNhDGklWdOWGeDXPsyJ9IsUjnmrWnbF88dkU8Z3K8JPsF53jVUNQzy_ZcreHe8XoB8YPabD46n-naqgKJ2ivqo/w274-h320/chorar.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><p> </p><br /><p><a href="https://poemas.yavendras.com/una-vez-tuve-un-clavo.htm" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: black;">UMA VEZ TIVE UM PREGO</span></a></p><p class="description" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #393939; font-family: "Open Sans"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">Uma vez tive um prego</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">cravado no coração</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">e não me lembro mais se era aquele prego</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">de ouro, de ferro ou de amor.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">Só sei que me doeu tão profundamente,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">que me atormentou tanto,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">que chorei dia e noite sem cessar</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">como Madalena chorou na Paixão.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">“Senhor, tu podes fazer tudo</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">”, pedi a Deus uma vez, “</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">dá-me coragem para remover o</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">prego de tal condição com um só golpe”.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">E Deus me deu, arranque-o.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">Mas... quem diria?... Depois</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">não senti mais tormento</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">nem sabia o que era dor;</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">Eu só sabia que não sei o que estava faltando</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">onde faltava o prego,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">e talvez... talvez eu tivesse solidão</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">daquela dor... Meu Deus!</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">Esta lama mortal que envolve o espírito,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: inherit;">quem a compreenderá, Senhor!...</span></p><div>BIOGRAFIA <a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosal%C3%ADa_de_Castro">AQUI</a></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-52491749874948802802023-11-02T13:21:00.000+00:002023-11-02T13:21:04.650+00:00VIRGINIA VITORINO -UMA VEZ<p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQ6rtWLlL-k0Voy0cBuGOVpX2ohO1YNuZk7I90e8fJdEewMyiQ5jcit7fYE0VDY32alOOnyXM8IYE6zRqqHylcIbN-1RAsfGejpKYDYTOBsfe07Zrzntnvm4ysZCFyGyLRcoACNOphwYVxThXvWxb7QR1CkRjGEMUAQmlX0YL9k6bQHE5UHJRgN6lKFo/s1600/Eu%20te%20amo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1063" data-original-width="1600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQ6rtWLlL-k0Voy0cBuGOVpX2ohO1YNuZk7I90e8fJdEewMyiQ5jcit7fYE0VDY32alOOnyXM8IYE6zRqqHylcIbN-1RAsfGejpKYDYTOBsfe07Zrzntnvm4ysZCFyGyLRcoACNOphwYVxThXvWxb7QR1CkRjGEMUAQmlX0YL9k6bQHE5UHJRgN6lKFo/s320/Eu%20te%20amo.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">UMA VEZ</span></span><p></p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">Ama-se uma vez só. Mais de um amor</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">de nada serve e nada o justifica.</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">Um só amor absolve, santifica.</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">Quem ama uma só vez ama melhor.</span><br /><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">Qualquer pessoa, seja lá quem for,</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">se a uma outra pessoa se dedica,</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">só com essa ternura será rica</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">e qualquer outra julgará pior...</span><br /><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">Há dois amores? Qual é o verdadeiro?</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">Se há segundo, que é feito do primeiro?</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">Esta contradição quem foi que fez?</span><br /><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">Quem ama assim julga que amou;</span><br /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">mas pode acreditar que se enganou</span></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif">ou da primeira ou da segunda vez?</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">Biografia <a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virg%C3%ADnia_Vitorino">AQUI</a></span></span></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-61011407761540958812023-06-17T08:52:00.001+01:002023-06-17T08:52:33.080+01:00PAUSA<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rQt3XaQWuIoZa_xzw2fBexhAf5Nmv_EbEhwutC5gx5J-BemLAvFSHgVjRuhI1xUlwpz8WkWKPaM9BaDkIhfxMmM4HnEHqq6NvGqyPwJ_24s7fb0Vmhjy5xbuW5tHHfjwYNdv9bbgKXB4v38vDQa6nY8N9-jrE3Br5_TO0DUi0iusleAgx4ulx6Kt/s2048/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rQt3XaQWuIoZa_xzw2fBexhAf5Nmv_EbEhwutC5gx5J-BemLAvFSHgVjRuhI1xUlwpz8WkWKPaM9BaDkIhfxMmM4HnEHqq6NvGqyPwJ_24s7fb0Vmhjy5xbuW5tHHfjwYNdv9bbgKXB4v38vDQa6nY8N9-jrE3Br5_TO0DUi0iusleAgx4ulx6Kt/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> Aviso aos amigos que apenas frequentam este blogue e ainda não sabem que estou com o marido a enfrentar graves problemas de saúde, motivo porque farei uma pausa em todos os blogues. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Para todos, votos de excelentes dias com boa saúde. </span></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-33432252068838200402023-06-04T00:00:00.000+01:002023-06-04T00:00:00.132+01:00ADA CIOCCI CURADO - MINHA CASA<p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5toKCA8uItKShu2OOE6mF2QUUcvQ5Ras2ikm-BTieGOB00g-kOprhCDfTPPCWFG5IXJTDum5gEYWKXGkB_5kFYCv48GJolBtzwsH3b4xDq0rJBKTzFFxz1FNwlB9wH17BKViJCCcUeH1kdphAESRODWqlV9S1vSjLy26Nl4Rm7vZsGHkuFjv3caDZ/s259/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5toKCA8uItKShu2OOE6mF2QUUcvQ5Ras2ikm-BTieGOB00g-kOprhCDfTPPCWFG5IXJTDum5gEYWKXGkB_5kFYCv48GJolBtzwsH3b4xDq0rJBKTzFFxz1FNwlB9wH17BKViJCCcUeH1kdphAESRODWqlV9S1vSjLy26Nl4Rm7vZsGHkuFjv3caDZ/s1600/images.jpg" width="259" /></a></span></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /> <b style="text-align: center;">Minha casa</b></span></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Minha casa hoje,</div><div style="text-align: left;">tem janelas abertas para o nascente,</div><div style="text-align: left;">para o poente,</div><div style="text-align: left;">e,</div><div style="text-align: left;">também para a larga estrada,</div><div style="text-align: left;">aquela que conduz ao limite,</div><div style="text-align: left;">pela frente.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Minha casa solitária,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Branca e alta,</div><div style="text-align: left;">embora esteja plantada em estéril campo,</div><div style="text-align: left;">é toda circundada de verde, paz e silêncio.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nova e antiga casa,</div><div style="text-align: left;">onde o Amor e a Esperança,</div><div style="text-align: left;">ainda são uma constante.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Ada Ciocci Curado, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In<i> 'Acalanto', 1991</i></span></span></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-82785540026120078322023-06-01T00:33:00.001+01:002023-06-01T00:33:40.988+01:00PORQUE HOJE É O DIA DAS CRIANÇAS<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zwioRfM7FCXRvmzJmTmv8afnyfSTtNGlsuImXNvRL_mG_skpjXPcc7WyRWSGGDWvVsgKl5Yx8wJiAY3RkNL0YLeQVLSF3oeC26jGX4ixCDcLnvv3sHHWIj3n84OVmAAU-SFwqYVuqCRKuwRIjjcwI3lmx-TqL7yJcb0_jNKTWxbj6Di3h_pNiOGE/s600/depositphotos_32010675-stock-photo-kids-running-enjoying-summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zwioRfM7FCXRvmzJmTmv8afnyfSTtNGlsuImXNvRL_mG_skpjXPcc7WyRWSGGDWvVsgKl5Yx8wJiAY3RkNL0YLeQVLSF3oeC26jGX4ixCDcLnvv3sHHWIj3n84OVmAAU-SFwqYVuqCRKuwRIjjcwI3lmx-TqL7yJcb0_jNKTWxbj6Di3h_pNiOGE/s320/depositphotos_32010675-stock-photo-kids-running-enjoying-summer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> OU ISTO OU AQUILO</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">“Ou se tem chuva e não se tem sol,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />ou se tem sol e não se tem chuva!</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">Ou se calça a luva e não se põe o anel,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />ou se põe o anel e não se calça a luva!</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">Quem sobe nos ares não fica no chão,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />quem fica no chão não sobe nos ares.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">É uma grande pena que não se possa<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />estar ao mesmo tempo nos dois lugares!</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">Ou guardo o dinheiro e não compro o <a href="https://lunetas.com.br/saiba-diferenciar-os-tipos-de-acucares-e-escolher-o-mais-saudavel/" rel="noopener" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; text-decoration-color: rgb(204, 204, 204) !important; text-underline-offset: 3px;" target="_blank">doce</a>,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />ou compro o doce e gasto o dinheiro.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">Ou isto ou aquilo: ou isto ou aquilo…<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />e vivo escolhendo o dia inteiro!</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">Não sei se brinco, não sei se estudo,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />se saio correndo ou fico tranqüilo.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">Mas não consegui entender ainda<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />qual é melhor: se é isto ou aquilo.”</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">Cecília Meireles</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;">As minhas crianças (netas)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPt_AAI245AboEtwUSCdxN4PloIOwuoOGRJJ1pjf6G1VWtftB15biTw81_lj6miYbM1_vNix5_EsL7xamanB931iMIVDQ0SHBSoBb2R7ae_3Kj8EkJtbEddQqZNIS_HOBxoDjT-gY2w_fq2iFc02Y1U9AhdnS_rDAfI7xYl8vbM6AWvRrQeZDkRM6A/s320/a26f80ae-8cf5-49f0-9578-9104828d363c.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>Aqui com a mana, Mariana que com 14 anos está uma senhorinha<br /><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #26201b; font-family: "Work Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px 71.1094px 20px;"><br /></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-80350820779271073592023-05-28T00:00:00.004+01:002023-05-28T08:58:08.892+01:00YOLANDA MORAZZO<p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">A minha alma trema em tuas mãos</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">debruçada na varanda desta tarde</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">Silêncio da cor em teus contornos</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">o adeus do mar dentro de mim</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">Para além do ilhéu dos pássaros da ilha</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">o sol morre aos poucos devagar</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">A minha alma treme em tuas mãos</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">debruçada na varanda desta tarde</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">Vejo os barcos ao longe na baía</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">as lanchas negras dos trabalhadores</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">a torre da capitania ao lusco-fusco</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">Lentamente uma a uma na cidade</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">vão acendendo as luzes da cidade</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">Na fábrica de bolacha do Matos</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">na padaria do Jonas depois</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">Só no cemitério ao lado é tudo escuro...</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">Branqueiam ainda as campas dos mortos</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">e os nomes vou ler à hora do sol</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">mas agora fazem medo à minha infância</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">Em casa dos meus vizinho perto</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">nh´ugénia de Sena e nhã Nê Grande</span><br style="text-align: start;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="text-align: start;">acenderam os candeeiros de petróleo</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: start;">Yolanda Morazzo </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, sans-serif" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, Trebuchet, sans-serif"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Yolanda Morazzo já é residente neste blogue desde 2008. A sua biografia já foi publicada <a href="http://amulhereapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/yolanda-morazzo.html">AQUI</a></span></span></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-40844477113097398652023-05-26T13:07:00.000+01:002023-05-26T13:07:44.162+01:00BRANCA VIEIRA PINTO - MULHERES DO MAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlhmrnNa1zy5AP-HcvjPBaPmZ7YYw6PRD9q6Tk8-I439Ye-2G0a3R5OcSVJ-olqmwKZe1Bg3ZPl3Yje2VYe7U4ivVBTtfaWBb_0ixAWmA15ud16_hgulJOPJ8weK2bfOmoltXmntWOjh7KusFSmp4RRYVrU1Cc0Zqi-FHxKPCoV1SMvZ2R7o8JBlN/s1920/Branca.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlhmrnNa1zy5AP-HcvjPBaPmZ7YYw6PRD9q6Tk8-I439Ye-2G0a3R5OcSVJ-olqmwKZe1Bg3ZPl3Yje2VYe7U4ivVBTtfaWBb_0ixAWmA15ud16_hgulJOPJ8weK2bfOmoltXmntWOjh7KusFSmp4RRYVrU1Cc0Zqi-FHxKPCoV1SMvZ2R7o8JBlN/s320/Branca.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p> </p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;">MULHERES DO MAR</span></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Estou só</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">olhando a areia</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">em que me deito</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">e a noite feita de silêncios</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que me falam de ti…</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Neste mar de ondas calmas</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">onde as gaivotas se acolhem</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">neste espaço em que medito</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">numa distância galgada</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">entre o sonho e o existir…</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">E também eu fico sentada no arraial…</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">já tão rompido das lágrimas</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">e da espuma branca</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">dos corpos das mulheres</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">gastos pela espera…</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Fico olhando-as,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">os olhos postos no mar</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">rasgados pela distância,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">fico com elas no mesmo abraço</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">e entramos pelo mar dentro…</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Arminda Branca Pinto</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">(19-04-1974 – 19 anos)</span></div></div><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A Branca é uma amiga que em tempos manteve um blog de poesia. Em 2009 mudou-se para o Facebook e é lá que vai mostrando os seus poemas novos ou antigos. Branca vive no Porto.</span></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-22447582943686927262023-05-18T18:26:00.000+01:002023-05-18T18:26:03.469+01:00GRACITA - QUERO SER<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKOwDXV0wu6YV8vjRUBmA9cJ0eXHpkDvW26CH5_iR8DcICxlFV2JazmDB3-X08X_aQnQdvg53kCyRY4p0DoSVlJHJFFB5_p9PR9tJeXQjfYyQjJveI-ojZWkJvsEzAKEnvWdtuRjlo6ReX1rdxQxromYvQGIJ0-gQLBeQnk1us9MMW05ccfwpaptH/s450/31409672-mano-femenina-con-u%C3%B1as-.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="450" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKOwDXV0wu6YV8vjRUBmA9cJ0eXHpkDvW26CH5_iR8DcICxlFV2JazmDB3-X08X_aQnQdvg53kCyRY4p0DoSVlJHJFFB5_p9PR9tJeXQjfYyQjJveI-ojZWkJvsEzAKEnvWdtuRjlo6ReX1rdxQxromYvQGIJ0-gQLBeQnk1us9MMW05ccfwpaptH/s320/31409672-mano-femenina-con-u%C3%B1as-.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;">Quero ser</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px;">Quero ser...</span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">tudo ou nada!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">alguém talvez ninguém</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">magia quiçá fantasia</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">o sol radiante</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">para toda gente aquecer</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">a rutilante lua</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">para os amantes proteger</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">espuma do mar</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">para os pés acariciar</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"> água cristalina</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">para a sede saciar</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">uma doce menina</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">pra bailar como dançarina</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">uma flor perfumada</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">para todos poderem me cheirar</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">um diminuto colibri</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">vermelho como rubi</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">uma árvore frondosa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">e te oferecer uma sombra gostosa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Quero ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">tantas coisas!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Mas não sei qual escolher</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Decidi ser apenas poeta</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">e com o bico da pena</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">meus poemas escrever</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Rimas... versos... poesia</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">isso eu sei fazer.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Então... eu quero ser poetisa!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://sonhossepoesia.blogspot.com/">(Gracita)</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Corsiva; font-size: 28px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-31382196737060036102023-05-11T08:06:00.000+01:002023-05-11T08:06:00.683+01:007 DE MAIO DIA DA MÃE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lzA60iFio4wN_Gf25p_gLRVQhTHKc1BoQFf0_f2P66ZtybIwertHLy4hVa1HdFrIo2pCOLQDBTkkN1pFjsQjNum5gPwO4Tma215_d4zDn8w8rnIAPj7KORzfLpPGnr5BxqrHAW7NpyXeJBjRi9e_5zPd9jLV0_9VExDDhfYYOaVshekmSDUjjNvr/s500/C%C3%B3pia%20de%20RBBY_27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lzA60iFio4wN_Gf25p_gLRVQhTHKc1BoQFf0_f2P66ZtybIwertHLy4hVa1HdFrIo2pCOLQDBTkkN1pFjsQjNum5gPwO4Tma215_d4zDn8w8rnIAPj7KORzfLpPGnr5BxqrHAW7NpyXeJBjRi9e_5zPd9jLV0_9VExDDhfYYOaVshekmSDUjjNvr/s320/C%C3%B3pia%20de%20RBBY_27.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;"></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;">DE MÃE</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;">O cuidado de minha poesia<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />aprendi foi de mãe,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />mulher de pôr reparo nas coisas,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />e de assuntar a vida.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;">A brandura de minha fala<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />na violência de meus ditos<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />ganhei de mãe,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />mulher prenhe de dizeres,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />fecundados na boca do mundo.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;">Foi de mãe todo o meu tesouro<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />veio dela todo o meu ganho<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />mulher sapiência, yabá,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />do fogo tirava água<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />do pranto criava consolo.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;">Foi de mãe esse meio riso<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />dado para esconder<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />alegria inteira<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />e essa fé desconfiada,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />pois, quando se anda descalço<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />cada dedo olha a estrada.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;">Foi mãe que me descegou<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />para os cantos milagreiros da vida<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />apontando-me o fogo disfarçado<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />em cinzas e a agulha do<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />tempo movendo no palheiro.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;">Foi mãe que me fez sentir<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />as flores amassadas<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />debaixo das pedras<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />os corpos vazios<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />rente às calçadas<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />e me ensinou,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />insisto, foi ela<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />a fazer da palavra<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />artifício<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />arte e ofício<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />do meu canto<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />da minha fala.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.5625rem; margin: 16px 0px 25px;">Conceição Evaristo</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-45696753455123473702023-05-02T06:50:00.000+01:002023-05-02T06:50:46.053+01:00LIBERDADE - ELVIRA CARVALHO<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2FaTm-2GLiu6mY_vrdgJaDxm8xQ9NfObF7pP1WS4IJ0KE7wp9XlXPY_eu9F1giFqq3SWuhxIOKsj2tubjQKI-o1pg692oJpf7d9EHiIRjat-3KjejqcZtH23VX0ZiarTywxHZ5X2RECd4iSXCoxf9ZYU-NLn-nBvBx6KF03nOdg4PKmQFm0ziMYu2/s590/25_abril_590.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="443" data-original-width="590" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2FaTm-2GLiu6mY_vrdgJaDxm8xQ9NfObF7pP1WS4IJ0KE7wp9XlXPY_eu9F1giFqq3SWuhxIOKsj2tubjQKI-o1pg692oJpf7d9EHiIRjat-3KjejqcZtH23VX0ZiarTywxHZ5X2RECd4iSXCoxf9ZYU-NLn-nBvBx6KF03nOdg4PKmQFm0ziMYu2/s320/25_abril_590.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /> Liberdade</span></p><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Meu sonho de menina</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Na vida suspensa</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nas palavras amordaçadas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Vermelhas como sangue</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Derramado</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">No cárcere da ditadura.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Eras a musa sonhada</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Pelos poetas deste país</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Amordaçado.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Mulher desejada e proibida</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nos sonhos dos homens</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Do Minho a Timor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Liberdade</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Eras o farol procurado</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Que todos acreditavam</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Havia de os guiar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">À libertação</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Da longa e tempestuosa</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Noite fascista.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Mas eras também</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Semente a germinar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Coragem.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">No corpo e alma das gentes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Do meu país.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">À espera do momento certo.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Emergiste em Abril</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Determinada</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nas mãos crispadas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Sobre as armas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">De homens audazes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A esperança e o sonho</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nos carros de combate</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Rasgando as trevas da noite.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Liberdade</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Enfim chegaste</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Rubra como o sangue</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Derramado</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nos campos de batalha.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Pacífica como um cravo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">No cano de uma espingarda.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Elvira Carvalho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Porque festejámos há dias o 25 de Abril e estamos em vésperas do 1ºde Maio</span></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-54638060584230665102023-04-29T00:00:00.002+01:002023-04-29T08:42:20.933+01:0029 DE ABRIL DE 2008 -PARABÉNS <p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtooVeYvUmQszRDD5h6c_m9Ia4alNtvEpYr-tp6tUjFh0TTYN2uWT3_V1REaQjG1ZBTH6ZCDDq-jT9iHjCNS-3lx6R2DGVh7hxiAbriD1CcX0m4DUKtidsMPmT_0sTcXO8Ewi_vH_dVvBOz2UbQ8Ew-TcKgvIan1AmBuwSXYxj8lrpv-ryynr9haD2/s960/14192736_10209186580812999_595596551550306084_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtooVeYvUmQszRDD5h6c_m9Ia4alNtvEpYr-tp6tUjFh0TTYN2uWT3_V1REaQjG1ZBTH6ZCDDq-jT9iHjCNS-3lx6R2DGVh7hxiAbriD1CcX0m4DUKtidsMPmT_0sTcXO8Ewi_vH_dVvBOz2UbQ8Ew-TcKgvIan1AmBuwSXYxj8lrpv-ryynr9haD2/w300-h400/14192736_10209186580812999_595596551550306084_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> Foi com <a href="http://amulhereapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/sophia-de-mello-breyner-andresen.html">Sophia de Mello Breyner</a> que neste mesmo dia há quinze anos atrás nasceu este blog, precisamente um ano depois do<a href="https://6feira.blogspot.com/"> Sexta-Feira </a>e nesta altura eu já estava um pouquito menos burra, pois já sabia como postar uma foto para ilustrar a postagem.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Então hoje é dia de festa e como tal estão todos convidados para ela. <br />Mas antes disso deixem-me que vos agradeça, a companhia, e as palavras de estímulo e amizade com que me têm brindado ao longo destes 15 anos. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Bem Hajam!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> E agora vamos à festa</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhw3cSbvfEgDg4_sMTBdhqrQDwffUyud0sCzWBE84VzrnoA2L1GM3l75pfcvTp9rMEExVotiOU-fBnrq0tix0VPYO_c_2tTwT0sr57qhfh_XpeP7dFKEIM4iA0OoT7gdKPI-iVB8qeQtT4SXgJGReEQIz1RhueCgyx1VCFkZwKEHFHtUGu2INpq1_/s800/champanhe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhw3cSbvfEgDg4_sMTBdhqrQDwffUyud0sCzWBE84VzrnoA2L1GM3l75pfcvTp9rMEExVotiOU-fBnrq0tix0VPYO_c_2tTwT0sr57qhfh_XpeP7dFKEIM4iA0OoT7gdKPI-iVB8qeQtT4SXgJGReEQIz1RhueCgyx1VCFkZwKEHFHtUGu2INpq1_/s320/champanhe.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6BMouNbGZHUIu_p-tx_rgTS1Se8qBxZlSi6jw3WBkcpraBI6WC4lDEN2Ys32tQ5mZeW9QBkSGslPnFiomB8ya369IXPUb86FSlOhC9QSahejWD7mrQfOSNLrAfppexJBeCE5i7EJicCKkPriJx0pD58KDqdBhs6i69PaivHRSIki2EBqp2nMqbOd/s751/A%20MULHER%20E%20A%20POESIA%20-%202023-04-29%20%20-%20ELVIRA%20CARVALHO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6BMouNbGZHUIu_p-tx_rgTS1Se8qBxZlSi6jw3WBkcpraBI6WC4lDEN2Ys32tQ5mZeW9QBkSGslPnFiomB8ya369IXPUb86FSlOhC9QSahejWD7mrQfOSNLrAfppexJBeCE5i7EJicCKkPriJx0pD58KDqdBhs6i69PaivHRSIki2EBqp2nMqbOd/s320/A%20MULHER%20E%20A%20POESIA%20-%202023-04-29%20%20-%20ELVIRA%20CARVALHO.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><br /><p>Obrigado Noname</p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-62166464273070802442023-04-23T07:57:00.005+01:002023-04-23T07:57:48.213+01:00SOPHIA DE MELLO BREYNER ANDRESEN - CANTATA DA PAZ<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxD0XONKOUUshJP35I2ZQ528fD3tpTI2vFlI4OVpON5iWLSRvESus6TZ-RrMksmO-feOOoJPT0UgTc4sQsUw_f79KWq5W1KnmvVkwe9D34qr9dpVB0IZhrscG6Q8FDbFBFctUei6x-cd3XCut4qwaNJJRwggwhjPnGSMdDJOkGCKJZVg7brXao1xO/s400/Cravos_vermelhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="400" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxD0XONKOUUshJP35I2ZQ528fD3tpTI2vFlI4OVpON5iWLSRvESus6TZ-RrMksmO-feOOoJPT0UgTc4sQsUw_f79KWq5W1KnmvVkwe9D34qr9dpVB0IZhrscG6Q8FDbFBFctUei6x-cd3XCut4qwaNJJRwggwhjPnGSMdDJOkGCKJZVg7brXao1xO/s320/Cravos_vermelhos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Estamos na semana do 25 de abril e se juntarmos abril e poesia, Sophia de Mello Breyner é incontornável. Depois este poema continua tão atual. Os países em guerra são cada dia mais, e o sofrimento dos povos espalha-se pelo Universo.<br /><p><br /></p><p> CANTATA DA PAZ</p><p>Vemos, ouvimos e lemos<br />Não podemos ignorar<br />Vemos, ouvimos e lemos<br />Não podemos ignorar</p><p></p><p>Vemos, ouvimos e lemos<br />Relatórios da fome<br />O caminho da injustiça<br />A linguagem do terror</p><p>A bomba de Hiroshima<br />Vergonha de nós todos<br />Reduziu a cinzas<br />A carne das crianças</p><p>D'África e Vietname<br />Sobe a lamentação<br />Dos povos destruídos<br />Dos povos destroçados</p><p>Nada pode apagar<br />O concerto dos gritos<br />O nosso tempo é<br />Pecado organizado</p>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-29696668610763397952023-04-18T07:36:00.000+01:002023-04-18T07:36:41.973+01:00GRAÇA PIRES - O CHEIRO DA TERRA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6WYCnYzCgYBqQebupl3qUxT_XvcWwtuTitDzBbeKwXVvv45JR7efaCPJ-ZSCrhgOEB-xvVrj9df8J-ah9t_zwettQNyn3eOwsHvYYESZuK5h6H4abJnXNu3CTpvVF6AYB0AMRnEnyE7OGot4w01GGEjHbgZ3fNE1OIgov6FuvNgdoUJfzSABul-G/s500/capa%20O%20improviso%20de%20viver.jpg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="258" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6WYCnYzCgYBqQebupl3qUxT_XvcWwtuTitDzBbeKwXVvv45JR7efaCPJ-ZSCrhgOEB-xvVrj9df8J-ah9t_zwettQNyn3eOwsHvYYESZuK5h6H4abJnXNu3CTpvVF6AYB0AMRnEnyE7OGot4w01GGEjHbgZ3fNE1OIgov6FuvNgdoUJfzSABul-G/w166-h320/capa%20O%20improviso%20de%20viver.jpg.jpeg" width="166" /></a></div><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">O CHEIRO DA TERRA</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Na orla da luz uma linha contínua</span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;">de sombras em labirinto</div><div style="text-align: left;">prende meus pés ao barro do tempo.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;">O cheiro da terra alastra pela casa. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Mistura o pão com o sangue.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Deixa um rasto nas paredes e nos lençóis.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Avassala-me.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;">Como se pudesse nascer</div><div style="text-align: left;">incessantemente</div><div style="text-align: left;">no clarão dúctil da morte.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Este é o último livro da poeta, publicado no passado mês de Março.</div></span></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358218502413399125.post-12333367769572494182023-04-10T12:05:00.005+01:002023-04-10T12:05:46.345+01:00LÉLIA COELHO FROTA - RECÉM-CASADO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXnalbIEp_XsGHJVG7Hcd2zbenWgHAAzjKJgRhOxzGr-yEet5S4GR0N3xqmsUkzmgDW6UNFf9fHl62drH354jGxUIn6erCJPt7aCFYStsFdglR0DyCjXKNw9Nnna3cKlhTMrvv6DLB-g-0nu1myY0Kaouqtt_b8fPS28-AzMYxz_bPsdyd9gna9Sg/s275/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXnalbIEp_XsGHJVG7Hcd2zbenWgHAAzjKJgRhOxzGr-yEet5S4GR0N3xqmsUkzmgDW6UNFf9fHl62drH354jGxUIn6erCJPt7aCFYStsFdglR0DyCjXKNw9Nnna3cKlhTMrvv6DLB-g-0nu1myY0Kaouqtt_b8fPS28-AzMYxz_bPsdyd9gna9Sg/s1600/images.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><p> </p><div class="entry excerpt entry-summary" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><p><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 28px; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; letter-spacing: -0.5px;">Recém-Casado</span></p><blockquote style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 50px; position: relative; quotes: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><p style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: inherit; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">É pelos corpos que nos perderemos<br />de nós mesmos, para nos ganharmos<br />É pelos beijos que nos despedimos<br />para nos encontrarmos pelos olhos.<br />É pela pele que escaldamos<br />o que em nós havia de secreto:<br />e é o nosso corpo entregue um corpo estranho<br />pois pertence só a quem amamos<br />por quem morosamente devassamos<br />o alheamento da carne —<br />o barqueiro, o pastor que a atravessa<br />num profundo arremesso vagaroso<br />levantando ondas, ondas, ondas e ervas<br />a subir e descer vagas e montes<br />levando-me com ele à raia clara<br />onde água a quebrar-se eu me constele<br />na sua barca, conduzida à praia.</p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p>Biografia de Leila Coelho Frota <a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%A9lia_Coelho_Frota">AQUI</a></p><p> </p></div>Elvira Carvalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07080776366776921716noreply@blogger.com11