tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47850163388889580042024-02-23T06:57:20.453+00:00viagens de luz e sombraJorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-75695380360581207272012-08-07T19:33:00.003+01:002012-08-10T15:35:48.089+01:00o exercício tátil da distância<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quando […] acordou, manhã alta, sentiu na casa uma presença, talvez não
fosse ainda a solidão, era o silêncio, meio-irmão dela.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">José
Saramago, <i>O Ano da Morte de Ricardo Reis</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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trazem uma
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e o mirante
no olhar,</div>
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gota sobre
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a recordar
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onde morrem as aves.</div>
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nos ombros</div>
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tatuaram
conversas</div>
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e todas as
palavras clandestinas</div>
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que já não
sobem pelas frestas da voz</div>
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(agora
desabitada</div>
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a enterrar
bocas</div>
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e conclusões
suspensas).</div>
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sabem que
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mas a
esperança continua a ser deus</div>
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que não sabe
a cor do céu</div>
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ou de que
massa se compõe o silêncio.</div>
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remanesce o corpo</div>
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tombado
sobre o movimento</div>
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e todas as
mortes que os habitam;</div>
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na vida</div>
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nenhum deles
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</div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-37880825568213768482012-07-31T12:46:00.000+01:002012-07-31T15:24:45.192+01:00rosa-íris para cegueira e lento entardecer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;">Não se deve sonhar: o momento de consciência que acompanha o
acordar é o sofrimento mais intenso. Mas não nos acontece muitas vezes, e os
sonhos não duram muito tempo: mais não somos do que animais cansados.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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são, sim,
como recortes de jornal,</div>
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notícias que
fabricámos com o interior das mãos</div>
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porque só os
homens sabem onde se esconde a mentira,</div>
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lâmpada de
veludo a cegar retinas</div>
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e toda a
vida que guardam em pele húmida</div>
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do lado de dentro
da nuvem</div>
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do lado de
fora da chuva.</div>
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são, sim,
polaroids sépia,</div>
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voz em boca
fria à procura do poema</div>
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como se a
palavra amaciasse os lábios</div>
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no leito
infinito de deus;</div>
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mas é apenas
pó de sílabas a bater num espaço</div>
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que não é de
ninguém.</div>
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e por entre
pedaços e tons</div>
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rugem probabilidades
e efeitos</div>
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sem
pontuação.</div>
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“nada é
definitivo” – repetíamos</div>
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fingindo o
verão da pele</div>
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e os frutos
a amadurecer fora da estação,</div>
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mas o escoar
das raízes</div>
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atravessou o
ponto negro em fundo azul</div>
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engasgado de
vida</div>
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(os sonhos
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cheiram ao
fundo do corpo</div>
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onde em
tempos se reconheceu asas e colinas de fogo</div>
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para logo se
despedaçarem no chão</div>
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a que a
morte deu o nome de <i>amor</i>).</div>
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há sempre os
que vivem – dizes com pássaros caídos na voz</div>
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há sempre os
que resistem – os pássaros já não têm sombra</div>
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há sempre os
que voltam – o que são os pássaros?</div>
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nenhuma asa
se confunde com o céu</div>
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neste fim de
página a deslizar pelas letras</div>
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escritas em
cinza com as pontas dos dedos:</div>
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também o
tempo acaba por adormecer.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">pearl jam, <i>just breathe</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And he who
forgets is destined to remember<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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Man<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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há sempre uma brisa<br />
a repousar
nos tímpanos</div>
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do grande
mistério lírico.</div>
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os poemas
também morrem de amores</div>
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como os
homens</div>
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os deuses</div>
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a gramática</div>
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e todas as
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com que
enganamos a vida,</div>
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sobretudo a
morte.</div>
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o poeta nada
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crê tudo
saber da outra,</div>
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mas de amor
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e neste
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ensina a
loucura</div>
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enquanto os
peixes acasalam</div>
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em aquários
de água doce</div>
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porque há
palavras que ardem na boca</div>
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antes de
chegarem ao mar.</div>
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e
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por que não
consegue nadar?</div>
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e quer saber</div>
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por que as
palavras são salgadas</div>
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e queimam os
livros</div>
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que lhe crescem
nas pontas dos dedos?</div>
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as pernas
agitam-se sobre as linhas</div>
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mas as rimas
roubam-lhe o chão</div>
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e o verso:<br />
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o criador, cansado de amar com palavras,<br />
atravessa a
existência lenta</div>
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uma e outra
vez</div>
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na síntese
dolorosa de todas as coisas:</div>
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<b><i>apenas
homem a ferir palavras<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>e de
peixe apenas sabes a morte pela boca.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>apenas
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o dia
fechou-se atrás de si,</div>
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escolheu
sair do tempo.</div>
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já de costas</div>
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nem percebe aquele
pequeno poema</div>
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a pestanejar
nuvens</div>
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cada vez
mais longe dos lábios.</div>
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despi a
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toda a pele,</div>
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tu, no teu
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de voo
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deste lado
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o sol
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e adormeceu
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que jurou
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do outro
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o fim de
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trazem sacos e maletas de mão, e têm o ar perdido de quem viveu a viagem como
um sonho de imagens fluidas, entre mar e céu, o metrónomo da proa a subir e a
descer, o balanço da vaga, o horizonte hipnótico.</i></span></div>
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a dizer versos
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o eterno aroma-menino
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um ou outro
poema</div>
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gordura da pele,</div>
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<i>amanhã é julho,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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dissemos.</div>
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tarde demais:</div>
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o julho
aquece</div>
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a chuva adivinha a rota das nuvens:</div>
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caberá o
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">carter burwell,
<i>medieval waters</i> [banda Sonora de <i>em bruges</i>, 2008]</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Gostaria de ter sido um girassol. Um girassol hirto no seu caule, de
longas folhas verdes desajeitadas e uma enorme corola doirada, seguindo
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arregaço os
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com que
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pé sobre pé</div>
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e componho a
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sussurram-me
que o amor é apenas conceito</div>
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de silêncio e
ilusões</div>
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com que se raspa
o corpo</div>
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como toda a
flor de verso branco que</div>
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atirada à combustão
do poema</div>
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ensanguenta
a garganta prenhe de dizer</div>
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enquanto as
candeias dos deuses</div>
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atam aos
céus nuvens e balões.</div>
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mas sempre acreditei
em girassóis</div>
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e em altares
que acendem estrelas na carne:</div>
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só as pétalas
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porque se o
amor é fórmula,</div>
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todo o ódio
é medo</div>
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e das flores
apenas conhece o plástico.</div>
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é tempo de pintar
lábios grossos e revisitar van gogh:</div>
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o girassol
junto à boca humedece a linha do fogo.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">kate bush, <i>wuthering heights</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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as luzes
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somente som desprendido
da boca</div>
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encarcerado
no espaço que é de tantos</div>
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mas que
nenhum entende.</div>
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nos dedos, anéis sem
cordas nem violinos</div>
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apenas nuvens<br />
abafadas em gavetas</div>
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como mapas de
tesouro que</div>
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já de costas</div>
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inventam o X
sem léxico ou pontuação.</div>
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disseram-me
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mesmo que no
anonimato de cidades</div>
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que nunca conheci</div>
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por serem
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do que as
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nunca quis
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e ainda recordo o dia em que lhe pousei a mão no ombro,</div>
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distante da
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esquecido do
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enquanto do
outro lado da rua</div>
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as luzes se
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e a janela recolheu
as flores</div>
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com medo do
orvalho do meu silêncio.</div>
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hoje sei que
as cidades e as palavras se escrevem à noite</div>
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com a máquina
dos lábios,</div>
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bailado de
saliva a escorrer na sílaba tónica</div>
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enquanto o
poeta, analfabeto,</div>
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se afasta da
luz</div>
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e dorme o
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o esquecimento
em monólogo.</div>
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<b><i>primeiro ato em dó menor<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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durmo com a nudez dos gatos<o:p></o:p></div>
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a esconder pincéis, cores e arestas<o:p></o:p></div>
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sob a tela da tua porta<o:p></o:p></div>
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a luz ainda acamada<o:p></o:p></div>
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porque há presenças abismadas <o:p></o:p></div>
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no retrato das palavras<o:p></o:p></div>
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que acariciam o beijo.<o:p></o:p></div>
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e encanto-me diante da tinta<o:p></o:p></div>
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encanto-me diante do mote <o:p></o:p></div>
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como se as fadas fizessem miragens<o:p></o:p></div>
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com as tuas mãos<o:p></o:p></div>
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e em cada pintura soubesse<o:p></o:p></div>
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mais do que uma vidra.<o:p></o:p></div>
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durmo com a mudez dos gatos<o:p></o:p></div>
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a esconder papéis, cartas e promessas<o:p></o:p></div>
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sob o tapete da tua porta.<o:p></o:p></div>
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a luz ainda apagada<o:p></o:p></div>
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porque há presenças adivinhadas<o:p></o:p></div>
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no rasto das palavras<o:p></o:p></div>
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que anunciam o beijo.<o:p></o:p></div>
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e espanto-me diante da vida<o:p></o:p></div>
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espanto-me diante da morte<o:p></o:p></div>
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como se as fadas fizessem milagres<o:p></o:p></div>
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com as tuas mãos<o:p></o:p></div>
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e em cada poema coubesse<o:p></o:p></div>
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mais do que uma vida.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>segundo ato em si maior<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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encosto o rosto ao lençol vazio<o:p></o:p></div>
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e ao desabitado da minha cabeça<o:p></o:p></div>
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acesa entre as folhagens<o:p></o:p></div>
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e todo eu sou ramos,<o:p></o:p></div>
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e todo eu sou raios,<o:p></o:p></div>
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árvores em crepitação<o:p></o:p></div>
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a arfar debaixo da respiração sem raízes<o:p></o:p></div>
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enquanto a terra transpira seus vernizes<o:p></o:p></div>
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como se as engrenagens do amor<o:p></o:p></div>
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fossem eternas pelo tempo fora<o:p></o:p></div>
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na desforra dos arvorados instantes<o:p></o:p></div>
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não, não são,<o:p></o:p></div>
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apenas duas ervas daninhas a enlouquecer<o:p></o:p></div>
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ao parecer que se alinham <o:p></o:p></div>
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em cada palmo de palavra<o:p></o:p></div>
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na trincheira dos amantes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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enquanto a poesia se move da noite prò dia <o:p></o:p></div>
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as paredes permanecem brancas e frias.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Amo-te, como quem te
sabe, mas não acredita e não te vê morrer<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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partiste no
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com a saia
azul que perdi para o vento,</div>
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purpurinas
no céu da boca</div>
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com luminescências, candeias,</div>
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pingos de lágrima no rosto.</div>
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no descampado
das tuas mãos</div>
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a língua
seca</div>
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em carícias
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outrora mel
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não, não era
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se toda a
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à espera que
o amor apodreça por dentro.</div>
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partiste no
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azul que perdi para o vento.</div>
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eu?</div>
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rosto
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apenas
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">our broken garden, <i>when your blackening shows</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Jorge e a italiana</i><br />
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A novela do condomínio
está ao rubro! As movimentações junto à porta da bela italiana são, hoje, mais
do que os dedos possam contar. Desta feita, uma visita inesperada, um pedido,
olhares lânguidos e silêncios comprometedores. Ninguém, mas ninguém, mesmo, resiste
aos encantos de Sophia. Desta vez, bateu-me à porta e não consegui dizer
"não" ao seu pedido. Confira no blogue da surpreendentemente criativa
Ana Cecília Romeu:<br />
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</div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-40521257447579697242012-05-18T09:16:00.002+01:002012-05-26T12:09:17.127+01:00Canfranc: A voz e o silêncio<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><i>it goes in circles</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Ulver, <i>Eos</i></span></div>
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Poderia ser a fotografia de um
filme de espionagem, rodado numa paisagem da alta montanha, onde o silêncio é o
manto que liga a voz do passado à do presente. A bruma despe a vertigem e
pousa, lentamente, na humidade do vale, onde um palácio de linhas clássicas se
estende ao longo de mais de 200 metros de memórias, agora estilhaçadas como as
janelas e as portas que lhe alimentam a sede de luz e cor. Em seu redor,
trilhos ferroviários, composições abandonadas, pavilhões devolutos e maquinaria
a apodrecer na humidade dos Pirenéus. Uma cidade fantasma, eis o que a gare e o
grande hotel de Canfranc são, hoje. Ainda assim, das suas paredes escorre
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movimentos mais secretos vividos em pleno conflito mundial. Para além de ponto
estratégico para a mudança de bitola dos comboios espanhóis para os franceses,
esta gare fotografou, ainda, durante o período da II Guerra Mundial, a vida
quotidiana dos agentes secretos e militares alemães, registou ações de fuga de
judeus clandestinos para Espanha, Portugal e além-mar, e testemunhou,
inclusive, a evasão de nazis que procuravam escapar a um destino judicial certo
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Ao tempo, Espanha gozava de um
estatuto de pretensa parcialidade, ainda que o comprometimento com os alemães,
poucos anos antes, na Guerra Civil Espanhola, onde se posicionaram ao lado de
Franco, selando um estatuto dúbio. Foi ao ostentar essa capa de mentira que Canfranc funcionou como pivô de trocas comerciais entre
Portugal-Espanha-Alemanha-Suíça, de entre as quais quase uma centena de toneladas de ouro
nazi pilhado aos judeus que, um pouco por toda a Europa ocupada, agonizavam em
campos de concentração. A presente alegação tornou-se tão mais legítima quanto
se sabe, hoje, que foram os próprios alemães quem controlou a alfândega
internacional de Canfranc durante o período da Guerra; acrescem os documentos
encontrados por Jonathan Diaz, na gare, em 2002, entretanto divulgados, e que
reiteram a tese da rota do ouro em Canfranc: toneladas de ouro nazi chegavam a
Canfranc por comboio, provenientes da Alemanha, da Holanda e da Bélgica, com
destino a Espanha e Portugal, que ora os compravam, ora os recebiam em troca de
favores que alimentavam a máquina de guerra nazi (por exemplo, o envio espanhol
de volfrâmio extraído de minas galegas, matéria indispensável para a defesa
dos tanques alemães); daí eram dispostos em camiões que levariam a mercadoria
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Mais de 60 anos volvidos sobre o
frenesim militar, pautado pelo secretismo e <i>glamour</i>,
a gare e o hotel de Canfranc fecharam a boca para sempre. Já não há militares,
movimentações ferroviárias, jantares <i>festivos</i>
no grande hotel, ou documentos secretos guardados nas gavetas; apenas o esqueleto,
bem vivo, do que restou de toda a operação da vergonha e que os historiadores,
os caçadores de fotografias ou os mais curiosos perseguem como um tesouro a não
desperdiçar. Até porque há silêncios que dizem e os lugares, esses, respiram
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">y yo solo sea un
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">un ser que se detuvo
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">un pobre hombre
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">¿donde
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">İdonde
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os dias
adormeciam-nos no olhar</div>
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enquanto nus desafiávamos a matéria</div>
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que anuncia
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sim, eu sei,</div>
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nunca fomos
videntes</div>
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e a única
coisa que adivinhámos</div>
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tinha a
forma do corpo</div>
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e o sabor
das nossas línguas,</div>
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mas eu
sentia que podia ser contigo</div>
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do lado de
dentro do miradouro</div>
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com que
afugentas pardais</div>
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alimentas
madrugadas</div>
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e rezas ao
deus que dorme</div>
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no regaço da
nossa sombra.</div>
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podia ter
sido aqui,</div>
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podia ter
sido ontem,</div>
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podia ter
sido sempre e em todos os lugares</div>
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de
crescimento fértil</div>
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e de água em
movimento rápido</div>
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pelos canais
do sangue.</div>
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e nessa
gravitação líquida,</div>
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entrámos,
através do sonho,</div>
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no novelo do
tempo:</div>
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só a cama
dos homens,</div>
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com trevos
da sorte sobre a pele,</div>
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incendeia a
vida inteira</div>
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sem deixar
rasto no beijo de papel.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">rodrigo leão,
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</div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-90948739052250463792012-04-27T11:16:00.002+01:002012-04-27T11:18:02.435+01:00as ruas do corpo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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para longe de si,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">não queria assumir
nenhuma responsabilidade sobre ele.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Milan Kundera, <i>A
insustentável leveza do ser</i></span></div>
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<b><i>todas
as ruas sobrevivem à morte.</i></b></div>
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caem, nómadas,
no interior do corpo</div>
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como se foram
poeta</div>
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– desses poetas
de cabelo desgrenhado</div>
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a desprender
versos de loucura sobre ninhos</div>
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cantando
todos os que amam</div>
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os que perdem
o alfabeto</div>
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e a tinta
molhada das veias.</div>
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<b><i>todas
as ruas permanecem intactas.</i></b></div>
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cantam,
silentes, na pauta de pedra,</div>
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enquanto o
amor, com guelras,</div>
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esquece as
asas e o voo</div>
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por isso cai,
cai com a noite</div>
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perdida a pele
o sabor do sexo e os oceanos de dor</div>
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que agasalham
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e o escorbuto
do beijo.</div>
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as ruas inauguram palavras.</i></b></div>
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arremessam,
cegas, versos para os nomes<b><i><o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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por já não
saberem viver sós</div>
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por não
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canção do poeta louco</div>
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é reminiscência
da vida quase toda:</div>
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mas de olhos
fechados</div>
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quanto é
verdade?</div>
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<b><i>apenas
as ruas sobrevivem à morte,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>nada pedem em troca.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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e o poeta? canta
ou finge viver?</div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FJNh1OZ9Cqk" width="560"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">our broken garden, <i>seven wild horses</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-69471409257359686272012-04-20T11:14:00.002+01:002012-04-20T11:17:20.234+01:00viagem adverbial para lábios versos e demais estranhezas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nenhum de nós pode escolher o modo como ama.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Baptista-Bastos,
</span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">No interior da tua ausência<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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como sublinhar
os lábios</div>
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e a rota dos
peixes</div>
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na água do
beijo</div>
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se todo o
aquário é labirinto</div>
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de bolor e ervas</div>
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por debaixo
da luz?</div>
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já não sei
reescrever a pele</div>
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ou tocar a
pauta dos teus braços</div>
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neste
papel-herança</div>
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quando todo
o coração esquece</div>
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a passagem
do verso.</div>
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abríssemos
nós o corpo</div>
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à
metamorfose do poema</div>
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e talvez</div>
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[mesmo que
com ruas silenciosas</div>
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os homens
esquecendo-se de nós</div>
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e todas as
metáforas vencidas]</div>
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talvez</div>
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fôssemos ainda
fotografia na carteira</div>
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bolso esquerdo do casaco</div>
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sem peso
moldura ou impressão digital</div>
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o tempo permaneceria
avulso </div>
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quase secreto:</div>
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só o mundo do
lado de fora envelhece.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yan Tiersen, <i>rue des cascades</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-71645897176520949612012-04-13T10:25:00.003+01:002012-04-17T22:24:02.071+01:00desvio de névoa noturna para olhos que veem na obscuridade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Consegui esta coisa miraculosa […]de que não há outro exemplo aqui: criar <u>dentro do Amor</u>. <u>Criar</u>, você compreende? A criação, <u>criação</u>, <u>CRIAÇÃO</u>, <b>CRIAÇÃO</b>! A criação perfeita, com todas as suas exigências, é intimamente ligada, transubstanciada ao Amor!<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Vinicius de Moraes,</span><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Correspondência</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sentamo-nos no silêncio</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e trocámos palavras escritas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sem tinta aparo ou papel,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">somente refrões entornados</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">no sumo do lençol</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">inaugurámos a fome </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a perna que toca à esquerda da carícia</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e de rasura em rasura</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mordemos gomos de alvoradas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">lábios acesos e ventres nus</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">dormimos, por fim,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">como se não tivéssemos sono</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a dois braços de distância do frio</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">da terra</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e de todas as mortes.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">eu sempre acreditei na combustão do corpo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sobre a pele do poema</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas sei dos arco-íris guardados</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">para o tempo da solidão</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">apagaste a luz depois de entrares em mim</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">para que não adivinhasse que saíste:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a minha loucura dobra-se nas tuas mãos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">enquanto o tempo habita os vazios</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">do mel envenenado</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">na soleira da minha porta.<br />
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Caros amigos, o Paulo Cheng tem, no seu blogue, uma rubrica em que os próprios seguidores são os dinamizadores diretos. Intitula-se <i>turismo</i> e prevê que, à vez, e por convite, alguns dos seus leitores apresentem, com texto e fotos, a sua cidade. Desta vez, o privilégio foi meu. Neste link encontrarão o livre-trânsito para um pouco do que Braga, a minha cidade, tem para oferecer:<br />
<a href="http://www.paulocheng.com/2012/04/turismo-com-jorge-pimenta.html#more">http://www.paulocheng.com/2012/04/turismo-com-jorge-pimenta.html#more</a> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9_uQzEsSA1A" width="420"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">radiohead, <i>last flowers</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-39906921185512063982012-04-06T11:32:00.004+01:002012-04-06T11:41:18.009+01:00amor triste II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>seguro o teu olhar numa mão</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>e a tristeza na outra</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">[etiquetas XVII, <i>polos e extravios</i>, de 06.01.2012]</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">procuro o beijo</span><br />
<div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">o pólen sem gretas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">e a janela que abre<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">carícias ao corpo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">mas o amor triste<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">balança gomos de primavera<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">em cabos elétricos<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">arrancando a luz ao quarto<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">e as engrenagens ao coração.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">já reparaste como esta noite<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">as cerejas perderam a cor<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; tab-stops: 177.2pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;">nos versos da tua boca?<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NqFZHIDETwE" width="420"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">the joker’s daughter, <i>lucid</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">[segunda versão do texto <i>amor triste</i>, de 2008]</span></span></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-47135423450702376512012-03-30T14:09:00.004+01:002012-03-30T23:34:00.647+01:00a humanidade no singular – ou todos os plurais de um só homem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;">Eu sou capaz de lançar um grito para dentro de mim, que arranca árvores pelas raízes, que explode veias em todos os corpos, que trespassa o mundo. Eu sou capaz de correr através desse grito, à sua velocidade, contra tudo o que avança para deter-me…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">José Luís Peixoto, </span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cemitério de Pianos<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcO8GQp4tBIYYKlDBBaD6kBVIWi1rt_1BtGLJIV1tnrVEZCKaKx-mdFBjXsX2TtvtDCnSNFChOo-Q2xjJZJTEWc76rjHhpd9QsLOjsOuUC8mCmF3d-j6tGjRQPnl4tCLL6E41ortLmkx4/s1600/DSC_0042b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcO8GQp4tBIYYKlDBBaD6kBVIWi1rt_1BtGLJIV1tnrVEZCKaKx-mdFBjXsX2TtvtDCnSNFChOo-Q2xjJZJTEWc76rjHhpd9QsLOjsOuUC8mCmF3d-j6tGjRQPnl4tCLL6E41ortLmkx4/s400/DSC_0042b.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">fotografia de jorge pimenta</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">são eles, os objetos, e talvez a sua alma<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">quem o persegue</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">em todas as madrugadas.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">às escuras,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mordem-lhe os dedos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">com cerejas e pão</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e cospem a terra</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">com que alimenta cada escalada e precipício.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">são eles, os objetos, e talvez a sua alma</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">quem sobe as escadas,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">com fome de cães.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">passo sobre passo,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">atiram sílabas imundas ao chão</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">enquanto o olhar verga</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sobre as vértebras</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">de sonhos e sonos sem corpo. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">detêm-se à cabeceira da cama</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a devorar o tempo de cada fotografia,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">roída,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a acariciar gavetas,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">por entre alfazema e roupa interior mal dobrada.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">do lado de dentro,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o animal louco</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sonha com árvores estreitas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">de pétalas nas raízes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">para cada uma das suas máscaras iluminadas.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">do lado de fora</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">são eles, os objetos, e toda a sua alma</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a arrotar em cada gomo arrancado</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">à romã da sua boca.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mais tarde – tarde de mais:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">já nem o nome lhe cabe no beijo.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YYk9wrO-Vsg" width="420"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">laura veirs, <i>wrecking</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com91tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-43003509371870708492012-03-23T12:10:00.001+00:002012-03-23T12:12:14.436+00:00panorâmica sob dois efeitos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Não me sei conformar.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">E saio, antes de entrar,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">De cada paraíso<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Miguel Torga,<i> Letreiro [in Orfeu Rebelde]<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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o dia punge temores<br />
diante da opulência<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">da poesia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">apenas loucuras<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">intermitentes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">como se o velho que esqueceu o nome<br />
ainda desejasse o olhar da medusa.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">jurei incendiar a voz<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e cobrir de fogo os lábios<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas o beijo lírico acaba sempre<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mirrado na boca do tempo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">nas divisas da voz e do silêncio<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">ressuscitei orfeu<br />
adivinhei-me horizonte e lira<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas perdi-me em covas vazias<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">porque só a palavra acentua a mudez<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e reinventa a eternidade:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que morte dispensa<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a mão-milagre?<br />
que fotografia<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">alonga o rosto para além do tempo?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que imagem vaza<br />
pela borda da moldura?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">tanto eu quis… <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">quis ser poeta<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">poema<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">palavra<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">quis colher o tempo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e acordar o corpo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">quis que as raízes do meu sangue<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">fossem pena e tinta<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">quis que nos delírios do verso principal<br />
toda imagística<br />
fosse máquina sem tempo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">afinal só aos poetas nascem miradouros no olhar.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
(Joelma B. & J. Pimenta)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://transfiguracoes.blogspot.pt/">http://transfiguracoes.blogspot.pt/</a> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uEHd3j1jPeY" width="420"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">lissie's heart murmur, </span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span><i>warpaint</i></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-22338079705336375352012-03-16T11:28:00.001+00:002012-03-16T11:29:28.547+00:00estante de papel: bocas e lábios para glossários átonos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Klaus tinha os lábios pretos, como se falasse outra língua. […].<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">São palavras pretas. Queimam os lábios.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Gonçalo M. Tavares, <i>Um Homem: Klaus Klump</i></span></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">uma a uma,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">as palavras da boca</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">esquecem os lábios</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e adormecem no precipício</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">átono do glossário</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">uma a uma,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">secas, pálidas, quase indiferentes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">apenas papel</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">à nascente dos olhares</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e ao poente dos amores</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">é assim a bússola do corpo:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">aponta ao fim do mundo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas perde-se no fundo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">é assim o corpo sem bússola:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">pressente o tempo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e todas as orquídeas cortadas,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">repete as estações das árvores</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas nunca viu as raízes na terra,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">cala os nomes e os rostos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">quando a pele sangra</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">são assim o corpo e a bússola:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">na solidão dos fins de tarde</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">inauguram a sombra</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e os versos onde nos caíram as mãos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kBOaLjtR4mw" width="420"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">portishead, <i>the rip</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com87tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-51468405145750111822012-03-09T12:15:00.002+00:002012-03-10T10:45:19.199+00:00o fim da rua *<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div align="right" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Escrevo rangendo os dentes, fera para a beleza disto</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">[...]</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">ó rodas, ó engrenagem r-r-r-r-r-r eterno!</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">[...]</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Ah, poder exprimir-me todo como uma máquina se exprime!</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Ser completo como uma máquina!</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Poder ir na vida triunfante como um automóvel último modelo!</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">hoje há gritos que agitam as árvores,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">gritos cinzentos metálicos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">em rebentação.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">são bocas de fumo a cuspir nevoeiro</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">enquanto nos portos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">barcos de madeira apodrecem em águas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que deixaram de refletir as estrelas.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">hoje o homem apaga a voz</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">enquanto as bocas urbanas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">lhe rasgam os ouvidos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">em penetrações lascivas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que rebentam os tímpanos e a inocência.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e os gemidos espalham-se pela cidade</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">cobrindo de gozo sexual</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">as máquinas de dedos longos sobre o peito.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">fala-se baixo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas as gargantas rangem sempre contra</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">fuselagens de asas negras</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">em colisão vírica com a lua sem pão:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">camiões sem nome</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">estátuas de bronze</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">travagens sem estrada</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>[o pão caiu ao chão de vez]<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">cortadores de relva</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">lâminas acesas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">relâmpagos a jato</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>[demónios incendiários lambem os homens em sevícias escuras]<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">comboios sanguíneos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">automóveis subterrâneos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">navios eléctricos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>[o inferno mostra-lhes a sua cabeça]<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">lança-chamas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">elevadores a arder</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sirenes nubladas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>[os grilhões amarram o homem]<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o mundo das engrenagens corrupia sobre o palco</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">arrancando os aplausos a uma cidade</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">perdida no seu silêncio.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>[fim do capítulo].<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">hoje é o dia:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o girassol menstruado</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">troca de mundo,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o homem castrado</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">permanece mudo,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e a cidade em orgia mal iluminada</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">assiste indiferente</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">às árvores que nos caem das mãos,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">hoje.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">* texto revisto e modificado, inédito no <i>viagens de luz e sombra</i> [anteriormente publicado em <i>entre marés, de suzana martins</i>]</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GTu35WLJ57g" width="420"></iframe> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">david bowie, <i>the heart's filthy lesson</i></span></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-85810461134735153432012-03-02T10:03:00.004+00:002012-03-02T10:09:08.748+00:00etiquetas XIX<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">I. nudez</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">há segredos que não desvendamos;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">desvendam-nos.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">II. utensílio de troca</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o [desa]linho da vida:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">ser fósforo e lixa em combustão lenta</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">nos invernos de rosto magro.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">III. rastos</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">silêncio vertical</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">deitado num pedaço de solidão</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">com o meu nome gravado nos bolsos.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">IV. memória e olvido</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">1.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">entre o corpo e a palavra</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">habita tudo o que não esqueceremos.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">2.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">todas as flores murcham</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">nas mãos que se desprendem do seu passado.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">V. como no cinema</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="text-align: left;">[dedicado à minha amiga da poesia [e] da vida laura alberto</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://lauraalbertopossiveldiario.blogspot.com/" style="text-align: left;">http://lauraalbertopossiveldiario.blogspot.com/</a><span style="text-align: left;">, a propósito do seu texto </span><i style="text-align: left;">balada XIII</i><span style="text-align: left;">]</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">acerta em cheio.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">vira o estendal e esmurra o nariz.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">sabes que a cor do sangue também salva?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">nina simone, <i>wild is the wind</i></span></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com94tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-80183250408088658892012-02-25T12:08:00.002+00:002012-02-25T12:10:30.147+00:00ode para quereres e olvidos [e outros tantos desassossegos]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Se um dia pudesse adquirir um rasgo tão grande de expressão, que concentrasse toda a arte em mim, escreveria uma apoteose do sono. Não sei de prazer maior, em toda a minha vida, que poder dormir. O apagamento integral da vida e da alma, o afastamento completo de tudo quanto é seres e gente, a noite sem memória nem ilusão, o não ter passado nem futuro.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fernando Pessoa [Bernardo Soares], <i>O Livro do Desassossego</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">é este o peito que respira</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a roupa suja</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">os olhos tristes,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e porque cada madrugada o acorda três vezes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o número basta para detestar a matemática</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">das coisas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">dos nomes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e de tudo o que deseja.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">adormeceu um dia com as pálpebras</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sobre um olhar de amêndoa</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e nada em si conseguiu ser mais amarelo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">no trajeto de uma noite</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">no aroma do poente</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">no estrebuchar da borboleta em círculos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">no mapa do seu sangue.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">acordou viúvo,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">num céu de rede, crinas negras </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">pelas bocas que sonham com cometas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e apodrecem nas vias lácteas da deceção.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">ofereceu-se a insónia</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e hoje respira assim</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">lentamente, como todos os comboios</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que suspiram pela ferrugem das chaminés</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">[o único brilho que exibem</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">por entre as galerias de fumo e poeira da viagem],</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e hoje respira assim</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">intermitente, como o corpo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">entre os dias em que desperta</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e aqueles em que morre,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sempre apoiados nas pernas,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">de face macilenta,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o olho direito nas suas ruas vazias</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e o esquerdo no movimento da multidão</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que não lhe pertence</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que não para nem o vê</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que esqueceu as feições daqueles</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">que não gravou no seu rosto.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">começou a escrever</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sobre o noturno espaço do seu silêncio</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e a cada cigarro de bruma</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">um girassol morria a grande velocidade</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">diluindo-se no tempo que lhe violou a semente</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e lhe roubou o astro do nome.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">passou a estremecer nas folhas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">na sombra da tinta</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e em todos os mundos que inventava</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">imitando a fórmula com que amava,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">já mal iluminado,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">pelas entranhas do seu edifício,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">algures nos intervalos das telhas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e dos socos do poema,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">ali, onde já nem o pó faz morada.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zbjMEUmwp2o" width="420"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">radiohead, <i>true love waits</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
</div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com83tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-2200111850242887232012-02-14T18:43:00.000+00:002012-02-14T18:43:44.570+00:00prantos, voos de asa branca e outros atrevimentos sobre o [uni]verso dos instantes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">A certa altura disse-me: “Não basta viver a dor, ainda ter de a escrever”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">e percebi que tínhamos voltado ao começo<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pedro Paixão, <i>Amor Portátil</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu3XNjH-Jyhs7AFu4qS5bwDs0ndDcDtC36UqivF0uSMPF91gt7joU6kVtfDPHokmagzPOzi59DyltuhXpFEhg5MY960OahPc2MSYOOvs1xCeRaIpZqUWXNC2SZC0i14YTVwx1ESipgiIs/s1600/029+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu3XNjH-Jyhs7AFu4qS5bwDs0ndDcDtC36UqivF0uSMPF91gt7joU6kVtfDPHokmagzPOzi59DyltuhXpFEhg5MY960OahPc2MSYOOvs1xCeRaIpZqUWXNC2SZC0i14YTVwx1ESipgiIs/s400/029+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Porto, Piolho [fotografia de Jorge Pimenta]</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">há uma estrada incompleta em cada manhã.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">não sei se chove, se faz frio</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas nela tudo respira</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">ao longo do alcatrão de imagens</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">onde até as flores de berma</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">têm os braços abertos para os dias simples.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">procurei reler o tempo e os teus segredos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas a morte passou de mão em mão</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sem qualquer ruído</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">com nenhuma aragem</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">nem um vulto de vento</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">em aproximação noturna;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">apenas manhãs</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e as suas estradas incompletas.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">houve um dia em que me juraste todas as janelas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">como se o céu morasse na tua boca</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e as certezas fossem a parte líquida do teu mundo,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">houve um tempo em que acreditei </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">em pequenas lâmpadas, pontos de luz</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">íris e retinas de lírios</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a escorrer pelas frestas dos muros.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">só que esquecemos que os espelhos refletem imagens</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">murchas vagas quase esquecidas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">em delírios de febre sobre discretas imperfeições.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e a palavra sabe-o.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">tu sabe-lo, mesmo que o não digas.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">eu adivinho-o,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">porque as certezas passaram a ser impulso</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">de fórmula indefinida</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">como aquela canção que nos incendeia o jato da melancolia.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sento-me junto à risca do teu nome:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a estrada cospe a minha loucura</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">e todas as ilhas do teu silêncio.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">chamam por mim as pálpebras do adormecer</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">contudo espero,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">cansado,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">neste canto de mundo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">pelo refrão da canção.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">finges morrer</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">enquanto sonho com as mãos que escavaram o ventre.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7vFaoA7t2RE" width="420"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;">radiohead, <i>how to disappear completely</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com103tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785016338888958004.post-70708414543952672882012-02-08T20:19:00.000+00:002012-02-08T20:19:35.446+00:00Entrevista no Roxo Violeta<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Meus queridos amigos,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Esta semana o viagens de luz e sombras mudou-se temporariamente para o roxo violeta: <a href="http://roxo-violeta.blogspot.com/">http://roxo-violeta.blogspot.com/</a>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Na sequência do que vem fazendo há já algum tempo, a Tânia Contreras voltou a reunir um conjunto de amigos que, pela palavra, prosseguem na sua implacável missão de desnudar alguns poetas, escritores e escreventes [incluo-me nesta derradeira categoria] da blogosfera.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Confesso que se tratou de uma experiência extraordinária, ainda que exigente, uma vez que nada me é mais duro do que olhar para o interior do agora não "poeta", não versejador, mas homem, responsável pela escrita de alguma coisa. Os jogos de máscaras, os espelhos e demais subterfúgios retórico-enunciativos caem por terra quando, de olhar frontal, nos atiram de rajada com perguntas do tipo “e tu…?”.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">O desafio levou-me a encetar diferentes viagens pelas luzes, pelas sombras, já não num sujeito poético, mas na poesia do próprio sujeito: “só reconhece as sombras quem já viajou pela luz”.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">O resultado está lá, sempre guiado pela mão de experimentadíssimos artífices do verbo: Joelma Bittencourt, Dani Delias, Tânia Contreras, Mirze Souza, Dade Amorim, Celso Mendes, Marcelo Novaes, Tuca Zamagna, Assis Freitas, Lelena Camargo, Wilden Barreiro, Andrea Godoy, Cris de Souza, Marcantónio e Roberto Lima.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A introdução é um verdadeiro manual de bem escrever e está a cargo do imenso Assis; a ilustração é novo exercício de génio do Tuca; a responsabilidade desta “maldade” é da Tânia. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Um abraço!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xrYbr4mtKDs" width="420"></iframe><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>ode descontínua e remota para flauta e oboé, canção VIII</i>, olívia byington; música de zeca baleiro [poemas de hilda hist]</span></div></div>Jorge Pimentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13953970146758758389noreply@blogger.com42