tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220590982024-03-23T18:24:29.920+00:00BRINCO DE PALAVRASbrincos renascidos
pelos cantos
em silêncio
e sem medoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.comBlogger404125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-6010226258933876102008-03-16T00:01:00.004+00:002010-03-13T12:02:19.004+00:00adouro-te<a href="http://adourotemateo.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >Blogue <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">apadrinhado</span></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-57639865730625531462008-02-06T13:36:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:14.264+00:00este blogue morreu hoje... eram 13 e 36<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZl4PGrWIoQ1Cnbp2Ljs40ScDaQ2vQpPNnA3nMEaTBQWr2XmRs03RVmDMNNOevg349cMXXOax1hDZhurFZYT717naz2xT_ZBGRf0Zry0tyOLYrC6Fskck8R_umdUeEZu9HrZru/s1600-h/5046TR~13h-36m-35-degrees-c-1992-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZl4PGrWIoQ1Cnbp2Ljs40ScDaQ2vQpPNnA3nMEaTBQWr2XmRs03RVmDMNNOevg349cMXXOax1hDZhurFZYT717naz2xT_ZBGRf0Zry0tyOLYrC6Fskck8R_umdUeEZu9HrZru/s320/5046TR~13h-36m-35-degrees-c-1992-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163877433128126994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="posterName"><b>"13h, 36m, -35 degrees" de <a href="http://the-artists.org/artist/Thomas_Ruff.html">thomas ruff</a></b></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />quando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">me exigem o universo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">e não se é deus</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">olho o céu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">com o dedo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">na estrela da meia-noite</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">entre os dois moinhos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">no luar do monte</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">é tua </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">dou-ta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">porque amor é seu nome</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">e</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">com ela</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">este blogue</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">morreu hoje</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-82845778979473079102008-02-01T12:39:00.001+00:002009-12-04T17:33:12.615+00:00texto cru porque nus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFvFOqvfvXhdTNyJqoFyL6Ys1QdffmOSkRELvy9dKY92db3GlsV8H2_NDLtGe4E3jJzGhmG0by7RYqnKPqzTdbeaMDIqQIuLmv-Q6L_HyDhAso9xn25q4snCMicw4mvG_Pgnn/s1600-h/PF_1162355~Untitled-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFvFOqvfvXhdTNyJqoFyL6Ys1QdffmOSkRELvy9dKY92db3GlsV8H2_NDLtGe4E3jJzGhmG0by7RYqnKPqzTdbeaMDIqQIuLmv-Q6L_HyDhAso9xn25q4snCMicw4mvG_Pgnn/s400/PF_1162355~Untitled-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161985358300318210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> <span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"untitled" de <a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Untitled-Posters_i382166_.htm">Nadja Bernhardt</a></span></span></span><br /></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Texto nu e cru este sem leitura outra.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Texto nu e cru que nunca pensei escrever.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Sem entrelinhas nem figuras de estilo nem outra resolução. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Para adultos sem reservas que não usam bolinhas vermelhas. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Palavras de sentido único directas ao alvo sem rodeios.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Foder > de "futere"(lat) = ter relações com mulher.</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Há palavras malditas porque mal ditas.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Foder é uma delas e é palavra de amor.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">O</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Envolve-me docemente.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Que os teus braços sejam abraço envolvente.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Sem pressas com vagar devagar de-va-ga-ri-nho.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Isso. Assim.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Mão na nuca com dedos vincados que esmaguem meus lábios<br />bem abertos contra os teus em oferta.<br />Que as línguas se toquem, se entrelacem e deslacem nossos corpos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Isso. Assim.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Encosta-te, enrosca-te e sente o que endurece, em mim e em ti,<br />sob botões arrancados à força, num repente alucinado.<br />Os lábios beijam.<br />Os dentes mordem.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Isso. Assim.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">E, chegados aos ouvidos,<br />aflorados os lóbulos pelos recantos mais recônditos,<br />que os lábios sussurrem,<br />murmurem,<br />repitam<br />e gritem,<br />sem receios nem temores nem medos nem terrores<br />de que as paredes oiçam e os vizinhos estremeçam,</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Isso... Assim...<br /><br />Em uníssono...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">- Fode-me!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Isso.<br />Assim.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Nus e crus.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">O texto.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Eu_e_</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">tu.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >Daniel Sant'Iago</span><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-68403551806583904762008-01-29T12:15:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:15.592+00:00da mágoa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJKuPoQdun3axt8ORQ5L7w-a9vgZMN-BwkFK10C4x3C0ORzoCax4M1Vj85nzHFlUXGNKqb5dUaOpN-lTwD-CC6XhjGWShdeN2ana8rxoeI_ZbWRcGx7zdnpy7k69bI4ovBGhw/s1600-h/167103~Old-Man-in-Sorrow-1890-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJKuPoQdun3axt8ORQ5L7w-a9vgZMN-BwkFK10C4x3C0ORzoCax4M1Vj85nzHFlUXGNKqb5dUaOpN-lTwD-CC6XhjGWShdeN2ana8rxoeI_ZbWRcGx7zdnpy7k69bI4ovBGhw/s400/167103~Old-Man-in-Sorrow-1890-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160869856509299186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"old man in sorrow" de van gogh</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">magia de um sedutor </span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />das minhas palavras<br />ao teu semblante </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />desgosto de vida<br />em recolhimento</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />traços de água<br />transparente </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />água de um mago </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a mágoa</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel Sant'Iago</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-14699163658393289002008-01-24T18:47:00.000+00:002008-01-24T19:46:39.017+00:00são lágrimas, senhora, são lágrimas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2238/1600/paco%20labiano%2C%20l%3F%3Fgrimas3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2238/320/paco%20labiano%2C%20l%3F%3Fgrimas3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://codeconet.com/labiano/index.html"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"lágrimas"</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">de paco labiano</span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Tantas lágrimas...<br />Porque choras?<br />Que mal te fiz? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Diz!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Que foi que aconteceu?<br />Que te deu?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Tens dores?<br />Onde te dói?<br />Sofres?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Não me digas que não foi nada...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Que pranto!<br />Morreu alguém?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">espera um pouco</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Não me digas que são lágrimas de crocodilo... </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Pareces uma manhã de orvalho... </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Um rio de gotas essas lágrimas a fio...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">espera mais um pouco</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">sufoquei</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Brincou nervosa com a lágrima que trazia ao pescoço.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Um pingente!<br />Sinal presente de um-dia-de-não-sei-quê.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">não te assustes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">cheirei o frasco do amoníaco</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">falta de siso</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">só isso</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Desdobrou-se em gargalhadas. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Chorou de riso. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mais lágrimas.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Outras mais.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">acreditaste</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">em lágrimas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">de amoníaco</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">cegaste há muito<br />parva<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-41828624354956109742008-01-21T16:24:00.001+00:002008-11-13T16:47:15.982+00:00comover ou como ver ou com o ver<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGvwKFd4ztH9putbej72Lbfc0QxDqQWmynLWyt-GArgWxPWfpwvgpSRrBO7gTUlBSI1_0xeO_vXTNGnwstmokmr1pWGgNRJ6rCrLqbaQ673AwMUhTQIWgYhuCm4lCoAbeGUEo/s1600-h/MA_4744~Night-Moves-Migdalia+Arellano.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGvwKFd4ztH9putbej72Lbfc0QxDqQWmynLWyt-GArgWxPWfpwvgpSRrBO7gTUlBSI1_0xeO_vXTNGnwstmokmr1pWGgNRJ6rCrLqbaQ673AwMUhTQIWgYhuCm4lCoAbeGUEo/s320/MA_4744~Night-Moves-Migdalia+Arellano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157968850714613138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"night moves" de <a href="http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?startat=%2Fgallery.asp&CID=AA851AEEE4334A0EB0DEA892A6571B12&txtSearch=migdalia+arellano&imageField2.x=12&imageField2.y=17">migdalia arellano</a></span></span></span><a href="http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?startat=%2Fgallery.asp&CID=AA851AEEE4334A0EB0DEA892A6571B12&txtSearch=migdalia+arellano&imageField2.x=12&imageField2.y=17"><br /></a><br />comover-te</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">como ver-te</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">com o ver-te</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">como se comover-te<br />fosse</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">ver-te com o olhar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">comer-te com os olhos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">afinal</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">comover-te foi</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">pôr-me-e-te em movimento</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">abalar-te-e-me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">e</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">no momento de abalar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">não comer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">para não te voltar a ver<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-75355808798043025722008-01-16T15:05:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:16.181+00:00sabores de beijos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXr6pIDSrSbONF3qyy5YTUmiCGzrn8oXUrjTZYzwr3FsVFiqwfkfT07I6UGkweQaNo4VE0nrY8a1CRVF0irpBMKeS_EEnEA2VCiOBW8GeksPd0FSYahlfI102hcv448FHGmsYV/s1600-h/VNP104~Flavor-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXr6pIDSrSbONF3qyy5YTUmiCGzrn8oXUrjTZYzwr3FsVFiqwfkfT07I6UGkweQaNo4VE0nrY8a1CRVF0irpBMKeS_EEnEA2VCiOBW8GeksPd0FSYahlfI102hcv448FHGmsYV/s400/VNP104~Flavor-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156089407385621890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"flavor" de niro vasali</span></span><br /><br />no bar frente ao mar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">uma bica pequena cremosa morena sem açúcar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">amarga</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />um quadrado de chocolate quase cacau</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">amargo</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Prova! Sorve! Saboreia!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Que tal?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">O amargo é delicioso!</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">beijei teus lábios<br />amargos</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">na estrada para o cabo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">uma azeda na berma do caminho</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />caule verde fino sob pétalas amarelas</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />azedo</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />duas camarinhas pérolas leitosas do mato</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />azedas</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Prova! Sorve! Saboreia!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Que tal?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">O azedo é delicioso!</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">beijei teus lábios<br />azedos</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">na serra nua junto ao convento</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">este caule mais grosso de seiva láctea</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />acre<br />doce</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Prova! Sorve! Saboreia!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Que tal?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">O agridoce é delicioso!</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">beijei teus lábios<br />amaros<br />doces</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">em casa<br />do frio em gelo</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />numa bolacha em cone duas bolas de sorvete de baunilha</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">um fio de chocolate quente derretido</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">um semi-frio<br />todo doce</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Prova! Sorve! Saboreia!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Que tal?</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Não é semi-frio!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">É muito doce e semi-quente!</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">beijei teus lábios<br />muito<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel Sant'Iago</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-42916561259490493642008-01-12T11:37:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:16.343+00:00digníssimo e meretíssimo senhor doutor juiz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ALAnxW0ZfOyZS1TXdmpDtVO56NMffSNWGzvFglSMWKhX_jTiN6-G7aZUpyfJlFMP1LscNDYE2twny9RuezcjFmQXCuVRtpU-zHb1v1MOyjW-VKXb6LYjBbHotbzH09yIOk6u/s1600-h/SuperStock_456-1612~Civil-Justice-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ALAnxW0ZfOyZS1TXdmpDtVO56NMffSNWGzvFglSMWKhX_jTiN6-G7aZUpyfJlFMP1LscNDYE2twny9RuezcjFmQXCuVRtpU-zHb1v1MOyjW-VKXb6LYjBbHotbzH09yIOk6u/s400/SuperStock_456-1612~Civil-Justice-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154550426114184562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"civil justice" de <a href="http://dianaong.com/">diana ong</a></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Não me julgues!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Nunca!</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Não me julgues pelo meu comportamento!</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Não me julgues porque te dizes meu amigo!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Como se ser-meu-amigo te desse o direito<br />de</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> me julgares e de seres justo ou injusto!</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Mesmo amigo, não conheces o meu pensamento!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">A não ser que eu to diga e consiga confessar tudo!</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">É que nem eu tenho consciência de todas as reais<br />circunstâncias</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> que condicionam o meu comportamento!<span style="font-weight: bold;">)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">O meu comportamento não é o meu pensamento!</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Estão correlacionados mas tem características diferentes.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">O pensamento é o pensamento!</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />O comportamento é o comportamento!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Nem me venhas com essa de que não me julgas.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Que o que julgas são os meus comportamentos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Como se estes existissem sem mim!</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">)</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />O meu comportamento não sou eu!<br />Nem, tão pouco, o meu pensamento!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Já to disse e repito!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Não me julgues!</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Nem porque te pareço um santo.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Nem porque te pareço uma merda.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Os santos também perdem os amigos!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">E a merda não é flor que se cheire!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-3463467233868383842008-01-09T15:54:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:16.433+00:00a preto e branco<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNSg5NtFeB2EPcgGW3EzY_qdXtFMrU_820xDy7wrWwLyelnI_EOLtwDDcIlGqT08EKy46cXWOKrJhL8QwFEg_dKqxhApu0ZGDcvbEWfciGghDyGcLoIU_yGDNFbTLbORCcLiV/s1600-h/B1089~Curiosity-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNSg5NtFeB2EPcgGW3EzY_qdXtFMrU_820xDy7wrWwLyelnI_EOLtwDDcIlGqT08EKy46cXWOKrJhL8QwFEg_dKqxhApu0ZGDcvbEWfciGghDyGcLoIU_yGDNFbTLbORCcLiV/s320/B1089~Curiosity-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153503549310621026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"curiosity" de</span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://posters.seindal.dk/artist_jon_bertelli_byrank.1.html"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">jon bertelli</span></a></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">chorar por amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">não será amar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mas sofrer</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">amar seria rir</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ou</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">pelo menos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sorrir</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">quando amo a preto e branco</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">como pinto os cinzentos?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-3624547713852861192008-01-04T12:25:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:16.802+00:00o (teu) vulcão<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6tomPvmnNpyI96Fv1_m7MYHpTfMj34AVTaKz7E8k6QNeFouS09uBnreaYP2tRCZP8UQTdG204g0VHiqUsR3_udqNq1KD65Ut5AmVExepMqx2DlsL_S4rXSeD0lmP9Mf4VDrJ/s1600-h/vulcan.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6tomPvmnNpyI96Fv1_m7MYHpTfMj34AVTaKz7E8k6QNeFouS09uBnreaYP2tRCZP8UQTdG204g0VHiqUsR3_udqNq1KD65Ut5AmVExepMqx2DlsL_S4rXSeD0lmP9Mf4VDrJ/s320/vulcan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151595024758068562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span>"the visit of venus to vulcan"<br /><a href="http://ftp1.us.proftpd.org/wm/paint/auth/boucher/">françois boucher</a></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://ftp1.us.proftpd.org/wm/paint/auth/boucher/"><br /></a><br />(</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">texto um</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">)<br />escalada penosa a da encosta<br />dum vulcão<br />julgado acessível<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">no entanto</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />gretei os lábios<br />feri as mãos<br />e<br />à beira da cratera<br />na atracção da chama<br />queimei os dedos na lava rubra<br />do vulcão<br />julgado adormecido<br /><br />(</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">texto dois</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">)</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />escalada penosa a da encosta<br />dum vulcão</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />julgado acessível</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />no entanto</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />gretei os lábios</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />feri as mãos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">e</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />à beira da cratera<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">na atracção da chama</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />queimei os dedos na lava rubra<br />do </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >TEU</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> vulcão</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />julgado adormecido</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-15001561474442854862007-12-31T09:37:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:16.861+00:00colirium para 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0G0Tq_ewnzVjMum1bAHOfMlWAkc3Gh8l-LI_4inw0t8gK_4aARdfHRJsojS0fn7sUqI7zz182sqHbQuU7ypQfLC5JakptZp8WBALC_BJmEl4wEAMJ6DbutD3e3iUPpRtMtZnR/s1600-h/SuperStock_812-6119~Eye-of-the-Beholder-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0G0Tq_ewnzVjMum1bAHOfMlWAkc3Gh8l-LI_4inw0t8gK_4aARdfHRJsojS0fn7sUqI7zz182sqHbQuU7ypQfLC5JakptZp8WBALC_BJmEl4wEAMJ6DbutD3e3iUPpRtMtZnR/s320/SuperStock_812-6119~Eye-of-the-Beholder-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150066974178399554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">*</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dalekennington.com/"></a></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">de olhos vermelhos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">lágrimas tintas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">morto de sal</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">o mar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">de olhos verdes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">lágrimas azuis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">atol das maldivas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">amar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">duas gotas em cada olhar<br />medicamento genérico<br /></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Daniel Sant'Iago<br /><br />* </span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"eye of the beholder" de </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dalekennington.com/">dale kennington</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-2425928614909374862007-12-24T17:15:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:17.177+00:00a todos... a minha prenda de natal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IdfOrZL0Z_Bx8dcE1cZWt3K8jRRZU906QSnkdMy47TQj3h_CL5YMi5aihLBM_y9Eshs1KpwOwCAmrUTWePkHu8D-3IiEGv2VmE5gJnEoqXo-K5gkPs-_bXZxHfF3eERU_itg/s1600-h/Paul+C%C3%A9zanne.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IdfOrZL0Z_Bx8dcE1cZWt3K8jRRZU906QSnkdMy47TQj3h_CL5YMi5aihLBM_y9Eshs1KpwOwCAmrUTWePkHu8D-3IiEGv2VmE5gJnEoqXo-K5gkPs-_bXZxHfF3eERU_itg/s400/Paul+C%C3%A9zanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147583533893539122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"le grand sapin" de paul cézanne</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Para ti.<br />Eu conto.<br /><br /><b>O MEU PINHEIRO-MANSO</b><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Domingo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >De Março.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Meio do dia.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Chega da missa com as costas da mão direita<br />alapada aos rins.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E um saco de plástico amarrotado, seguro pelas asas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Bate as botas no tapete da entrada.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Salta-lhe o pó e um grito:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br />- Malditas cruzes!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >(que cruzes, avô, que cruzes?)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >- Aqui… não nas vês?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br />Não.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Mas hoje sei.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Porque as sinto embora ainda as não veja.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Cruzes, canhoto! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Após o almoço de sopa, pega pelas asas o tal saco.<br />De plástico.<br />Ainda e todo amarrotado.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br />A sachola c(r)avada no ombro.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E sai: </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >- Já te chamo.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Mais pela tardinha, a senha ressoa pela encosta,<br />vinda da várzea, junto ao ribeiro:<br /><br />- Já não falta cá ninguém!<br />- Lá vou, meu avô, lá vou! – a contra-senha pelo<br />caminho inverso.<br /><br />O carreiro da fazenda ziguezagueia sob os meus pés.<br /><br />- Pega!<br /><br />Passa-me das suas mãos de calos para a ternura<br />das minhas o cabo nodoso da sachola.<br /><br />- Cava aqui um buraco do tamanho dum palmo dos meus.<br /><br />E aponta com a bota.<br />Olho.<br />Meço.<br />Cinco vezes o meu palminho.<br />Umas sacholadas na terra negra de estrume.<br /><br />- Chega. Abre este saco de plástico.<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">- Um pinheiro, avô! </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Reconheço a planta na palma da minha mão.<br /><br />- Comprei-o ao Ti Adelino, hoje, ao sair da missa. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Planta-o.<br /><br />Encosto a sachola às cepas de quatro videiras<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >acabadas de arrancar. Frescas. Húmidas. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Bem no centro, aconchego de terra o pinheiro </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >como quem puxa o cobertor de papa sobre o corpo<br />dum filho. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Para que não tenha frio. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E durma sereno.<br /><br />- Este é o teu pinheiro-manso. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Não o cures.<br />Cuida dele como aos teus.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Até aos netos dos teus netos.<br /><br />E, desde então, o meu pinheiro-manso cresceu comigo.<br />Segurei-o a uma estaca. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Podei-o. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Resguardei-o da ventania. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Reguei-o. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Vi da flor a pinha. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Trinquei da pinha o pinhão. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Assado pelo forno do Sol.<br /><br />(vai, daniel! aguento-me já de pé.<br />não me cures. cuida-me!)<br /><br />Entre ramos, construí cabana de paus e baraços. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Entrelaçados entre nós lassos.<br />E fumei o primeiro cigarro proibido. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E li o primeiro livro proibido. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E o primeiro amor proibido. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E a primeira vez clandestina.<br /><br />sobre cama de carumas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >catei pinhões e fiz o pino</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > gritei palavrões e cantei hinos<br /><br />O meu pinheiro-manso será o mais velho.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >De outros pinheiros-mansos. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Os dos meus filhos e os dos meus netos. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >naquela várzea de vinha velha</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >junto ao ribeiro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > na fazenda do meu avô</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >lá bem ao fundo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >duma árvore nasceu um bosque<br /><br />Ao meio do dia.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >De um março.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Era Domingo.<br />Foi Natal.<br /><br />.................................................<br /><br />Nos natais, renasço!<br />Nas passagens de ano, acorrento-me à Esperança!<br />Deixo-vos, feito menino jesus de minha mãe,<br />a cada um e a cada uma de vós,<br />um punhado de pinhões torrados<br />em forno de sol.<br /><br />Das pinhas do meu pinheiro-manso!<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-46408993980509180242007-12-23T21:30:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:17.446+00:00o meu pinheiro manso - III<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6l7eeTYaste8El-N3KzeFfTGbTzHRXCriq5GegCH5w5p6wI63Wcrj0A8ZS7ah40fojpGXKg99y9ca329tLHExCAjYXG7AATpJtZrN0mFIMyIPmQfbsSWHel6CvI2FClDPKTJd/s1600-h/Paul+C%C3%A9zanne.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6l7eeTYaste8El-N3KzeFfTGbTzHRXCriq5GegCH5w5p6wI63Wcrj0A8ZS7ah40fojpGXKg99y9ca329tLHExCAjYXG7AATpJtZrN0mFIMyIPmQfbsSWHel6CvI2FClDPKTJd/s320/Paul+C%C3%A9zanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147140198779311378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"le grand sapin" de paul cézanne</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">... Abre este saco de plástico.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">- Um pinheiro, avô! </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Reconheço a planta na palma da minha mão.<br /><br />- Comprei ao Ti Adelino, hoje, ao sair da missa. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Planta-o.<br /><br />Encosto a sachola às cepas de quatro videiras<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >acabadas de arrancar. Frescas. Húmidas. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Bem no centro, aconchego de terra o pinheiro </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >como quem puxa o cobertor de papa sobre o corpo<br />dum filho. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Para que não tenha frio. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E durma sereno.<br /><br />- Este é o teu pinheiro-manso. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Não o cures.<br />Cuida dele como aos teus.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Até aos netos dos teus netos.<br /><br />E, desde então, o meu pinheiro-manso cresceu comigo.<br />Segurei-o a uma estaca. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Podei-o. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Resguardei-o da ventania. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Reguei-o. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Vi da flor a pinha. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Trinquei da pinha o pinhão. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Assado pelo forno do Sol.<br /><br />(vai, daniel! aguento-me já de pé.<br />não me cures. cuida-me!)<br /><br />Entre ramos, construí cabana de paus e baraços. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Entrelaçados entre nós lassos.<br />E fumei o primeiro cigarro proibido. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E li o primeiro livro proibido. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E o primeiro amor proibido. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E a primeira vez clandestina.<br /><br />sobre cama de carumas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >catei pinhões e fiz o pino</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > gritei palavrões e cantei hinos<br /><br />O meu pinheiro-manso será o mais velho.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >De outros pinheiros-mansos. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Os dos meus filhos e os dos meus netos. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >naquela várzea de vinha velha</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >junto ao ribeiro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > na fazenda do meu avô</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >lá bem ao fundo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >duma árvore nasceu um bosque<br /><br />Meio do dia.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >De Março.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Domingo.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-70947185631687316742007-12-21T15:55:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:17.769+00:00o meu pinheiro manso - II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULU1k7M6Fl_JRFdXejV1ShZ5jhK3llwQu0obEzxOyRW4uS5uNYRfpJAWtvg0bXTLotlH5cqUW0I9GUBXfdphgNsJJ0PQod8tfoqfn_WRdJRyTgPTYvDSZXrsbp2LmrxmfQx6-/s1600-h/Roads+IV+stacy+dynan.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULU1k7M6Fl_JRFdXejV1ShZ5jhK3llwQu0obEzxOyRW4uS5uNYRfpJAWtvg0bXTLotlH5cqUW0I9GUBXfdphgNsJJ0PQod8tfoqfn_WRdJRyTgPTYvDSZXrsbp2LmrxmfQx6-/s320/Roads+IV+stacy+dynan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146452677594436866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"roads IV" de stacy dynan</span></span><br /><p class="western"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">- Já te chamo.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">)<br /></span></span></p><p class="western"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Mais pela tardinha, a senha ressoa pela encosta,<br />vinda da várzea, junto ao ribeiro:<br /><br />- Já não falta cá ninguém!<br />- Lá vou, meu avô, lá vou! – a contra-senha pelo<br />caminho inverso.<br /><br />O carreiro da fazenda ziguezagueia sob os meus pés.<br /><br />- Pega!<br /><br />Passa-me das suas mãos de calos para a ternura<br />das minhas o cabo nodoso da sachola.<br /><br />- Cava aqui um buraco do tamanho dum palmo dos meus.<br /><br />E aponta com a bota.<br />Olho.<br />Meço.<br />Cinco vezes o meu palminho.<br />Umas sacholadas na terra negra de estrume.<br /><br />- Chega. Abre este saco de plástico.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-68279072957807731912007-12-18T18:03:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:17.990+00:00o meu pinheiro manso - I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmN-mZeJFFO9QLLEbbLTwbf_pKhy0PvA1g_epJCSgf-uRHFOEHzShULO0jlXWyvG6dDg3PI71HtY-9wbtz1TwV0oSDBU-EAeYjNQaa5aKDdfvpFJChAhyphenhyphenhlEZeqAsDwJxAQ_2/s1600-h/Christmas+de+paul+gauguin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmN-mZeJFFO9QLLEbbLTwbf_pKhy0PvA1g_epJCSgf-uRHFOEHzShULO0jlXWyvG6dDg3PI71HtY-9wbtz1TwV0oSDBU-EAeYjNQaa5aKDdfvpFJChAhyphenhyphenhlEZeqAsDwJxAQ_2/s320/Christmas+de+paul+gauguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145373708795237618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"christmas" de paul gauguin</span></span><br /><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" class="western"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Domingo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >De Março.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Meio do dia.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Chega da missa com as costas da mão direita<br />alapada aos rins.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E um saco de plástico amarrotado, seguro pelas asas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Bate as botas no tapete da entrada.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Salta-lhe o pó e um grito:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br />- Malditas cruzes!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >(que cruzes, avô, que cruzes?)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >- Aqui… não nas vês?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br />Não.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Mas hoje sei.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Porque as sinto embora ainda as não veja.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Cruzes, canhoto! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Após o almoço de sopa, pega pelas asas o tal saco.<br />De plástico.<br />Ainda e todo amarrotado.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br />A sachola c(r)avada no ombro.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >E sai: </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >- Já te chamo.</span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" class="western"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span> </p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" class="western"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel Sant'Iago</span><br /></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-51491593692197895692007-12-15T00:01:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:18.050+00:00o presente mole do inácio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4e2-OJLpLMEQ34_6qRPcGv2-cEGt41xM5EiBQsxRO0itK7QOPSnJvltXP3T8Ve_Uz6ayUzZcVMgj8lAkWnHLfszxqXt43OwNNjSf49nKSxkwajvnZaNPgFdup03MqSX5P8_bU/s1600-h/10062341A~Retrato-de-Ignacio-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4e2-OJLpLMEQ34_6qRPcGv2-cEGt41xM5EiBQsxRO0itK7QOPSnJvltXP3T8Ve_Uz6ayUzZcVMgj8lAkWnHLfszxqXt43OwNNjSf49nKSxkwajvnZaNPgFdup03MqSX5P8_bU/s320/10062341A~Retrato-de-Ignacio-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143971891599365346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Recorte de jornal amarelecido.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Notícia crua publicada em...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Não sei quando!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Não sei onde!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >Tão importante assim?</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >)</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"No Hospital de Belfast, Irlanda do Norte, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">uma criança de 12 anos,Carol Kelly, morreu, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">na passada terça-feira, devido às lesões de</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">balas de plástico..."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Não me interessa o lugar...<br />(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Porque não aqui?</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Não me interessa a data...<br />(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Porque não ontem?</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Não me interessa o nome...<br />(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Porque não Carolina?</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Não me interessa o plástico...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Como se balas de plástico não matassem!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Tudo isto porque um menino me atirou,<br />meio a sorrir,<br />que aquele brinquedo empunhado... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >não matava...<br />não era a sério...<br />só plástico a fingir...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >não disparava...<br />não eram tiros...<br />só barulho...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >não comprara ele...<br />não chegavam as moedas do mealheiro...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Foi há 25 anos?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Ainda bem...<br />(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje já ninguém escarra assim!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Sou demagogo?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Ainda bem...<br />(</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Sou o único que vegeta por aí!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >)<br /><br />Deixem-me rir à gargalhada!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Bom Natal, Inácio!<br />Que no sapatinho da chaminé</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">o teu "Pai Natal" </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ou </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">o teu "Menino Jesus"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">deixem, embrulhados em papel de jornal,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">sonhos com sabores, aguarelas de cores,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">verdazuis como o mar e o céu e a flor!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Se te derem uma arma </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">de plástico,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">com gatilhos e balas </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">de plástico,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">devolve-lhes em saco </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">de plástico,<br />com um presente mole<br />e de plástico.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Sujas as mãos mas vais rir à gargalhada!<br /></span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-29754280330152279562007-12-12T17:05:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:18.271+00:00natal negro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaPEg24fwd8FmTTgWaC2TphxwK4tdBdPTgtIfsnn81QIMer_8sdrg9lFxR7_vBxlUXeZdMRKj424qT27D_FVsJ9_Djr-2pbZCltxWgLrQMBfQkZXtIS5yMSSOsjRQYyY2LqIWP/s1600-h/FM1789~The-Son-of-Man-1964-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaPEg24fwd8FmTTgWaC2TphxwK4tdBdPTgtIfsnn81QIMer_8sdrg9lFxR7_vBxlUXeZdMRKj424qT27D_FVsJ9_Djr-2pbZCltxWgLrQMBfQkZXtIS5yMSSOsjRQYyY2LqIWP/s320/FM1789~The-Son-of-Man-1964-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143130284405616946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"the son of man"</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> de rené magritte</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">nego</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">que é certa a vida</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">curta</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />nego<br />que a guerra mata</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">à fome</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />nego<br />que o </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">menino jesus</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> é deus<br /><br />nego<br />tudo</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">não nego </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">que sou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">quem és</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel Sant'Iago</span> </span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-15155120947950171082007-12-07T19:59:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:18.377+00:00são teus frutos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrDNwVGB5jB5By9jAOBO0obqbMo9HhVkKEctUgwG9FPuVc0W8UEOtHIqWNp4if_j1GICgG3uex4GqOHi430R6x9xCUmX8W5bkPnwcs73MGgjd1rsSdOJSLWa093JHIkBQc1B6/s1600-h/40160212~Nuda-Veritas-Naked-Truth-Inscribed-Truth-is-Fire-and-to-Speak-Truth-is-Shining-and-Burning-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisrDNwVGB5jB5By9jAOBO0obqbMo9HhVkKEctUgwG9FPuVc0W8UEOtHIqWNp4if_j1GICgG3uex4GqOHi430R6x9xCUmX8W5bkPnwcs73MGgjd1rsSdOJSLWa093JHIkBQc1B6/s320/40160212~Nuda-Veritas-Naked-Truth-Inscribed-Truth-is-Fire-and-to-Speak-Truth-is-Shining-and-Burning-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141321311952246338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"nuda veritas" de gustav klimt</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">a amêndoa é semente </span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >amara a que traguei</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />lançada à terra seca</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">apodrece</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> e</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> renasce a</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">árvore de flor clara</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">minha moura encantada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">meus doces de amêndoa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">meus olhos amendoados</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />na forma e na cor<br />raiados de avelãs<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">amarga</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">a amêndoa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">que traguei</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">doces</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">os pinhões</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">que trinquei</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">duras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">as nozes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">que tenteei</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-45458755172990694112007-12-04T17:10:00.000+00:002007-12-04T17:15:09.344+00:00praga<span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />quando fizeres de mim um pedinte</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">contentar-me-ei com dez migalhas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">quando me negares essas migalhas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">do pedinte nascerá um sem abrigo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />faminto de trapos e da boca quente</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />do jazigo</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> dum metro sobre farrapos<br />encobertos por desperdícios porcos<br />de óleo que pedinchei numa oficina<br />de motores esfregados com petróleo<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />não me impeças a sorte nem a faca </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">com que mate a fome ou morra frio<br />não quero mais que dez migalhas<br />para os vinte dias que faltam<br />para as prendas do meu e teu<br /><br />Feliz Natal!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-62301230517239691952007-11-30T17:33:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:18.590+00:00in_decisão<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Q1EKrm0hf6vbfFk2Ffrkm3IR5atYp8rXsMEak5Ns7_ms2u6F5e_Z-hxgStRFOStYXX-VBriYXL2H14xkwn_k-UgCm33OLqSoPvoY5VzJOwVLhcdQDg1GQvnp2TP7Mz2f7_rA/s1600-r/PF_2540886~As-I-Opened-Fire-c-1964-panel-3-of-3-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThC0HmoQUZYHKki5Ri7_QCfSXCenbC_1wbQ8prMqiaJtQQ74sKl_8czjUo_dhpb_zsBm3wGXoiThtmhj3rUMs4i_lh8Or08YtsCbWGFEld0bvJu_i0WPpe_DIV5-4gorsR_vJ/s320/PF_2540886~As-I-Opened-Fire-c-1964-panel-3-of-3-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138684875775586738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"as i opened fire"</span><br /><a href="http://www.lichtensteinfoundation.org/"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">roy lichtenstein</span></a></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />hoje<br />não me apetece<br />escrever sobre nada </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Que tal sobre o fogo?<br /><br />Não!<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">mas apetece-me gritar<br />Fogo! Fogo! Fogo!<br /><br />Uivam mil sirenes.<br />Incêndios gelados.<br />Um tiro no escuro.<br /><br />Também não! </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />só se escrevesse<br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sobre </span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">um fogo fogoso<br />sobre um fogo ofegante<br />sobre um fogo sufocante</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Está bem!<br />Eu escrevo!<br /><br />O fogo sentido<br />é doce<br />e </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Não sou capaz!<br />Iria abrir fogo!<br />Atiçar as chamas!<br />Brincar com o fogo! </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Não!<br />Hoje, não!<br />Hoje, não me apetece!<br />Hoje é Dia do Silêncio!<br /><br />Hoje é o meu dia!<br />Só meu!<br /><br />És minha, decisão?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel Sant'Iago</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-57281539090039948162007-11-27T15:55:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:18.880+00:00táctil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2Fw-MzOxahyvSgRrwZADgv9Dg31ZSK66s-Xx2Gr-bUJKFIJdCRB7U-9fPXESC77BorFWmwIJnl1Ck0TN-wNz2KWAH6LniadnZ0ibTa20QpWF0Ec7NJGmPKsHk0ILyfhIyIWH/s1600-h/basicinstinct.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2Fw-MzOxahyvSgRrwZADgv9Dg31ZSK66s-Xx2Gr-bUJKFIJdCRB7U-9fPXESC77BorFWmwIJnl1Ck0TN-wNz2KWAH6LniadnZ0ibTa20QpWF0Ec7NJGmPKsHk0ILyfhIyIWH/s320/basicinstinct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137546851176067490" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"basic instinct"</span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">na noite da última fila </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">numa sala de cinema </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">perto de ti </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sentimo-nos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">tu </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">vestida </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e nua </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">eu </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">uma mão </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a tua</span><br /></span> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-44894033327426511322007-11-22T12:15:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:18.937+00:00Que pêssego!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwa4yOm1jGhVR4Qnxrnxvh4aXBPBKSeVUK3G6-te__0D8HIP0-rgFDbA2wcfA8wrwW9kwGKmQSf9EYLaML3qgXGXGGUfqdUKSw2nklB9H1xjCrC0VHio98Qr1SvwVigTiNi5g/s1600-h/AB10412~Peachy-Keen-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwa4yOm1jGhVR4Qnxrnxvh4aXBPBKSeVUK3G6-te__0D8HIP0-rgFDbA2wcfA8wrwW9kwGKmQSf9EYLaML3qgXGXGGUfqdUKSw2nklB9H1xjCrC0VHio98Qr1SvwVigTiNi5g/s320/AB10412~Peachy-Keen-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135631686604075410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"peachy keen" de</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://eu.art.com/asp/display_artist-asp/_/crid--7888/Phyl_Schock.htm"> phyl schok</a></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Não resisti à oferta dum pêssego, fruto do<br />teu pomar, carnudo, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sumarento, rosáceo e<br />maduro, envolto em penugem sedosa </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que<br />acamei de cima a baixo e do centro<br />para os lados.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Rodei-o nas palmas das mãos.<br />E, juntando as unhas dos polegares </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">- bem no alto,<br />bem no centro, onde secara o pedúnculo - e a<br />polpa</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> dos dedos restantes em redor, abri-o<br />num golpe , de par em par,</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> em dois<br />hemisférios por um meridiano<br />nascido dos polegares até </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ao bico do fundo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Escorreu o aroma do suco pelos dedos<br />e nas pontas sorvi-o gota a gota,</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />pingo a pingo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Solto o caroço, suguei-o pela língua<br />ao céu-da-boca e volteei-o mil vezes </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />até senti-lo duro, grosso e limpo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Foi então que, esfomeado, sedento e guloso<br />o devorei, pedaço a pedaço </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">até o sabor<br />desaparecer em perfume.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ao caroço enterrei-o no teu pomar na esperança de que,<br />no próximo ano, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">não precises de mo oferecer e eu o<br />possa colher sem ter que to pedir.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-92082396829472392772007-11-19T17:30:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:19.169+00:00abraça - me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_ZnnMW0K3wGkM_TYHUdVJ9el-YwvfKdwH_ssi4ZPMGmzbqj4T74IIQnO227T-ZprX2Z3yNl89qjzo-pKQXvEnHOip_lj_mIoL0sTmdHArA05JYdlzEUzV2z0aiht0-i9F4AT/s1600-h/VIC10039513801~A-Loving-Hug-Posters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_ZnnMW0K3wGkM_TYHUdVJ9el-YwvfKdwH_ssi4ZPMGmzbqj4T74IIQnO227T-ZprX2Z3yNl89qjzo-pKQXvEnHOip_lj_mIoL0sTmdHArA05JYdlzEUzV2z0aiht0-i9F4AT/s320/VIC10039513801~A-Loving-Hug-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134602878727926146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ31zSKiA-TR6PbAtKmlh8kTK0E4Ndypru8vvQlEBuLWwo6jYpkAJrSO0HiN32eY1Tmg_GrDTJg0dycjxsmCk5c_SAyHMg5a0jaqXVVEK4mKVwBQl-6K7idsQXFU5wTj8lAwDY/s1600-h/VIC10039513801~A-Loving-Hug-Posters.jpg"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"a loving hug" </span> </span></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.birmingham.gov.uk/burnejones.bcc"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">edward burne-jones</span></span></span></a><a href="http://www.birmingham.gov.uk/burnejones.bcc"><br /></a><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />cuida de mim</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />não me cures</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />porque se me curares </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />deixas de te preocupar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">comigo</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />que te afligia</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />porque se me cuidares </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />continuas a olhar<br />por mim</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />sem fim</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-23576879939612363752007-11-16T00:01:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:19.240+00:00narciso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RDQlxkqDd_gD4JiEwMVaOARZkJdfr5H9BGNHcB2kEZTQStwK7FSWLArk-GtCokMW3wEopI2RcbTY6qS17LqxJ-dCPMq9nlJ29zxP2zvENkQIp0MfHoEhPCNJU0c3SQBKJ_Tl/s1600-h/1750-7031~Echo-and-Narcissus-Posters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RDQlxkqDd_gD4JiEwMVaOARZkJdfr5H9BGNHcB2kEZTQStwK7FSWLArk-GtCokMW3wEopI2RcbTY6qS17LqxJ-dCPMq9nlJ29zxP2zvENkQIp0MfHoEhPCNJU0c3SQBKJ_Tl/s400/1750-7031~Echo-and-Narcissus-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133152434300608146" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"echo and narcissus" de <a href="http://www.johnwilliamwaterhouse.com/">j w waterhouse</a></span></span></span><a href="http://www.johnwilliamwaterhouse.com/"><br /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />do miradouro </span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />apregoei a sul </span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Sou feliz! </span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />da montanha<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">volveu o azul<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sou feliz! </span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">entendi</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">por fim</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />como é bom</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> ter eco </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />mas<br />feliz</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style=""></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22059098.post-2710103926641041222007-11-13T12:37:00.000+00:002008-11-13T16:47:19.302+00:00coktail-bar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1Eis0qXLjQrZGgM6Xs3cisYOrFYymZtWcUVBMr8cxl5erGDWGAeh_dvoFNm6hVaVo_Ae6qOrHoYFwyYfngFJzVJ8psKwUTyKxctK7ryi69Xve66le7QLljj-cP1wjahtLjfQ/s1600-h/R4074~Coktail-pour-white-sax-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1Eis0qXLjQrZGgM6Xs3cisYOrFYymZtWcUVBMr8cxl5erGDWGAeh_dvoFNm6hVaVo_Ae6qOrHoYFwyYfngFJzVJ8psKwUTyKxctK7ryi69Xve66le7QLljj-cP1wjahtLjfQ/s400/R4074~Coktail-pour-white-sax-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132295484341523378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"coktail pour white sax"</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.pierre-farel.com/">pierre farel</a><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Nem os teus nem os meus.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Nem os teus nem os meus teres.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Nem os nossos poderes e saberes.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Quem nos impede de romper</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a teia cruel </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o limite imposto</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a grade assumida,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">retraços entre ti e mim </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">naquele momento infinito</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">cela e selo duma inconfidência?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Mesmo que nos soltássemos à desfilada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">numa correria louca e cavalgada infindável</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">assaltando montes montados rios e ribeiras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">pertos e longes sobre obstáculo de soberba</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">no ténue limite cruel por nós fixado</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">chegado o tempo da decisão inadiável</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de sorrir juntos ou sofrer separados</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">tu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">eu sei que choras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">eu </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">também e não só de madrugada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">lágrimas contidas em cofre-segredo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para tarde ou cedo </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">nos aplacar a sede</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Daniel Sant'Iago</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/
daniel sant'iago</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830573545208760276noreply@blogger.com18