tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12909705941431066372011-07-28T09:00:40.040-03:00th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-5107854475592184632010-03-21T15:06:00.010-03:002010-05-06T09:06:40.309-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">*</span><br />A varanda, a janela, as plantas,<br />o silêncio. É noite.<br />A mão apoia o queixo, e<br />dois dedos tamborilam ao canto da boca.<br /><br />Roo duas, três unhas como quem fuma,<br />juro, estou tentando parar...<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-510785447559218463?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-270401064113088502010-02-10T20:29:00.001-03:002010-02-10T20:29:57.888-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">***</span><br />Errar é humano<br />persistir no erro é errado<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">***</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-27040106411308850?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-90535348958461304802010-01-21T09:55:00.002-03:002010-01-21T10:07:08.964-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">-</span><br />Quando a<br />inspiração vem, parece que ela <span style="font-size:130%;">nunca</span><br />foi embora<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">+</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-9053534895846130480?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-74731533176741900012010-01-06T11:12:00.001-03:002010-01-06T11:19:26.058-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">¢</span><br />Dos males, os socialmente aceitos.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">¢</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-7473153317674190001?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-7165510317923855532010-01-04T10:36:00.010-03:002010-01-04T11:00:47.304-03:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">liberdade</span><span style="font-size:78%;">demais</span><span style="font-size:78%;">apert<br />a</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br />.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-716551031792385553?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-44321447115252638792010-01-03T23:47:00.000-03:002010-01-03T23:49:08.116-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />Experimente me ultrapassar na calçada.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-4432144711525263879?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-77163925237521259482010-01-02T12:04:00.008-03:002010-02-26T00:32:34.214-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">***</span><br />Errar é humano e persistir no erro é burrice, todo mundo diz.<br />Mas não, é humano também. Ou somos todos burros de dar dó.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">***</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-7716392523752125948?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-86320356865682192972009-10-04T20:51:00.001-03:002009-10-04T21:02:55.726-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">¹</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tenho quase certeza de que a origem de todo o mal é essa minha vontade de te beijar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">²</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8632035686568219297?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-24956887065997896462009-09-22T11:15:00.000-03:002009-09-22T11:16:25.016-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ª</span><br />A verdadeira revolução não se dará quando tomarmos o poder, mas quando abrirmos mão dele.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">¨</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-2495688706599789646?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-6738084178334826172009-09-06T00:11:00.003-03:002009-09-06T00:13:52.285-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">¨</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Um vento bateu</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">O tempo voou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">¨</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-673808417833482617?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-39617406406397167202009-06-25T00:00:00.000-03:002009-06-25T00:00:58.532-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ª</span><br />Que tu sabe, negrinha, meu mal é te querer bem.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ª</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-3961740640639716720?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-70833006071606738262009-06-11T01:20:00.000-03:002009-06-11T01:20:53.429-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">&amp; *</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">O oito, por baixo, vê de costas o "e" comercial.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">7 8</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-7083300607160673826?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-4933574109531088802009-06-06T01:34:00.004-03:002009-06-07T20:56:54.516-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">&amp; *</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">O oito, por baixo, vê de costas o "e" comercial.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">7 8</span><br /></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-493357410953108880?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-23208033939838882442009-05-31T03:55:00.002-03:002009-06-24T23:12:14.702-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">£</span><br />Sorriso incontido. Difícil segurar.<br />Inseguro.<br />Des-sorriso. Mais fácil seria conter ou soltar?<br />Semblante deformado.<br />O sorriso, tento mantê-lo.<br />O des-sorriso, des-mantê-lo?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">§</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-2320803393983888244?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-42929737528417420352009-05-27T01:15:00.001-03:002009-05-27T01:18:35.356-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">º</span><br />Um arrodeio.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">º</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-4292973752841742035?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-83883603171880408052009-05-22T08:06:00.000-03:002009-05-22T08:06:46.365-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">º</span><br />No final das contas, não é só um giro?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">º</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8388360317188040805?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-87671113028038608582009-05-04T00:49:00.000-03:002009-05-04T00:50:52.482-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />Cantemos. Simplesmente cantemos.<br />Não cantemos à falta, não cantemos ao excesso.<br />Simplesmente cantemos.<br />Cantemos em celebração!, mas sem celebrar. Sem muito elaborar, brindemos com água. Brindemos com luz. À noite.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8767111302803860858?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-31048046841324955762009-04-14T00:46:00.001-03:002009-04-14T00:47:31.120-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">_</span><br />Pegar a caneta.<br /><br />O duro é manter a letra bonita.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-3104804684132495576?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-57314374874492969332009-04-10T22:21:00.004-03:002009-04-10T22:23:26.865-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ª</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">O sentido da vida é um poema em branco de versos livres fugidos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">º</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-5731437487449296933?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-88253075420516346442009-04-04T02:05:00.006-03:002010-05-06T00:07:18.490-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ª</span><br />O mar mergulha na areia<br />Esperneia o mundo<br />As pessoas é que giram<br /><br />O mar mergulha na areia<br />Esperneia o mundo<br />As pessoas é que giram<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">º</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8825307542051634644?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-56231777447981195642009-04-02T07:50:00.002-03:002009-04-02T07:53:37.648-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">_</span><br />Convenhamos, todo dia é dia da mentira.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">_</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-5623177744798119564?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-42902828875037767922009-03-26T21:24:00.002-03:002009-03-26T21:47:19.287-03:00Espiralo para dentro e a engrenagem que em mim gira leva-me adiante.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-4290282887503776792?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-90882085206286963692009-03-25T22:51:00.000-03:002009-03-25T22:51:05.295-03:00Espiralar para dentro é melhor que girar em círculos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-9088208520628696369?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-14206105108889459512009-03-25T22:50:00.002-03:002009-03-25T23:50:26.563-03:00A engrenagem gira em círculos mas transmite adiante o movimento.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-1420610510888945951?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-82254005747141134162009-03-24T08:22:00.004-03:002009-03-24T08:28:19.897-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">_</span><br />Autoanalisando-me percebo-me ser<br />Vejo lá escrito, um bom autoanalisador.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8225400574714113416?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-5123070860917417812009-03-23T00:12:00.002-03:002009-03-23T00:15:07.449-03:00Eu comigo contra todos<br />Contigo contra o mundo<br />Com o mundo contra Deus:<br />sozinho contra mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-512307086091741781?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-31764688259319712912009-03-17T23:40:00.002-03:002009-03-18T00:47:09.734-03:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"Patience is a virtue well desguised"<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-3176468825931971291?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-1493621088708000762009-03-16T01:44:00.004-03:002009-03-16T09:24:23.381-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />O problema não é a bebida, o cigarro, o sexo. A água, a comida, a falta ou o excesso. O problema é a compulsão.<br /><br />Respirar a goles fundos já é um vício dos mais errados.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-149362108870800076?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-24705830135260920462009-03-13T02:05:00.005-03:002010-03-21T23:59:15.800-03:00Esperar e contemplar algo do mar<br />Paisagem que não pintamos<br /><br />Foge-nos!, paciência<br /><br />Virtude de ocasião<br />É com pressa que se ama<br /><br />Da dor abdico<br /><br />Ocupo-me com a desistência como quem lê um livro na fila da obrigação e, de repente, pacientemente espera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-2470583013526092046?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-4255695572624000752009-03-11T01:31:00.000-03:002009-03-11T01:32:57.863-03:00E todos míopes de si<br />Não se viam<br />Não se pertenciam<br /><br />Antes não tão submissos<br />Antes não tão incontidos<br />Antes diluído fosse o culto dos sentidos<br />E mais da vida seria arte, belo o proibido e natural o natural.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-425569557262400075?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-89341612448854173232009-03-09T00:52:00.005-03:002009-03-09T01:01:31.823-03:00Bendita seja minha<br />maldita miopia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8934161244885417323?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-64129041400365537202009-03-06T06:03:00.000-03:002009-03-06T06:03:00.730-03:00Tanto faz você chegar primeiro<br />O primeiro foi seu ancestral<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-6412904140036553720?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-43945255936614303962009-03-06T06:02:00.000-03:002009-03-06T06:02:00.874-03:00Em paz, eu digo que eu sou<br />O antigo do que vai adiante<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-4394525593661430396?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-26839109636717134022009-03-06T06:01:00.003-03:002009-03-06T06:01:00.907-03:00Amor, meu grande amor<br />Não chegue na hora marcada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-2683910963671713402?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-84085756833434853762009-03-05T00:01:00.008-03:002009-03-05T00:17:11.623-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />Traças.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8408575683343485376?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-48084679887857949122009-03-03T19:26:00.003-03:002009-03-05T00:23:20.635-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />O remédio que tomo dia sim dia não<br />nos dias de não tomar<br />acordo bem cedo<br />e não tomo.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-4808467988785794912?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-66531165013932631302009-03-02T23:56:00.002-03:002009-03-05T00:23:34.129-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />P<br />O<br />R<br />Tt<br />Aapete<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-6653116501393263130?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-191474511384304552009-03-01T23:56:00.004-03:002010-05-06T00:08:34.371-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />P<br />O<br />R<br />T<br />A tapete<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-19147451138430455?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-36405623106483665382009-02-28T23:52:00.003-03:002009-03-05T00:24:34.962-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />Boiavam sem rumo no lago entre ondas.<br />Tão forasteiras quanto eu.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-3640562310648366538?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-42960329617519807612009-02-25T15:59:00.004-03:002009-03-05T22:33:45.043-03:00clarisse destrói<br />rachel constrói<br />florbela espanca<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-4296032961751980761?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-62761036242750878122009-02-20T08:03:00.003-03:002009-03-05T22:32:45.773-03:00Uma amiga recomenda<br />a barba que a nova amiga<br />rejeita.<br /><br />O caixão não foi aberto<br />a pedido do morto.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-6276103624275087812?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-34796290693562074662009-02-18T16:28:00.002-03:002009-03-05T00:24:52.923-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.<br /></span>Te deixo passar por mim<br />só para te ter ao meu lado<br />por um curto instante.<br /><br />abro mão de te ver<br />abro mão de te ter<br />abro mão de te tocar e beijar<br />Pr'ao meu lado te ter.<br />Pr'ao meu lado te ver.<br />E ao meu lado te sentir passar.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-3479629069356207466?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-79220177698062082942008-11-01T20:00:00.008-03:002009-03-05T00:24:58.190-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.<br /></span>No banho, tanto esfreguei o nariz em círculos<br />com a palma da mão,<br />que senti o odor - sangue.<br /><br />Em não muito tempo<br /><br />e aos poucos,<br /><br />escorreu-me de uma narina<br /><br />o líquido<br /><br />amarelo<br /><br />ferroso.<br /><br />Enxaguei.<br />Para me assegurar de que limpo agora estava,<br />tapei a outra narina com o polegar e expirei com força.<br />Barulho tal qual pistão - quem diria?<br />Ao sair, quase não reparei que minha toalha era<br />uma flanela úmida com óleo e que<br />eu mesmo exalava<br />puríssima fragrância<br />automotiva.<br /><br />Pronto para usar do coração que não havia.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-7922017769806208294?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-19142914714472394972008-09-09T16:02:00.011-03:002009-02-17T10:42:14.962-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Quatro Versos, Quatro Mãos ou O nome de alguém</span><br />tocar-te-ei o útero com as mãos<br />não com as minhas<br />mas com as do filho que é teu<br />e meu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-1914291471447239497?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-14519755182756685092008-08-12T19:22:00.004-03:002010-03-22T00:06:06.673-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />Acho que vejo o mar<br />Um mar que me pesa nos olhos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-1451975518275668509?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-38235461726619606932008-08-11T23:11:00.006-03:002009-03-05T00:26:56.058-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />Vê-se as cabecinhas logo ao entrar<br />Atentas, erguidas, branco-morenas<br />Quietas, austeras, giganto-pequenas<br />Bóias-vivas que são, sabem nadar<br /><br />(Cad'alma usa da prancha que tem<br />a minha sou eu, de fibra de carne<br />lisa, alva-vermelha, semi-nua<br />em que a tique-taque palpita um coração)<br /><br />São muitas disputas, eu não compito.<br />Peixes não falam, diálogo não há.<br />Morrer pela boca, sina do mar.<br />Quero mesmo é só ser, eu manuscrito.<br /><br />(Bem como se dá na terra que é dura<br />organizar é mera tentativa<br />e aos poucos a beleza sucumbe<br />àqueles que mal ousam mergulhar)<br /><br />Só não quero estar viva para ver<br />especular de mobília no mar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-3823546172661960693?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-82997494746636303722008-08-10T04:22:00.009-03:002009-03-05T00:27:03.563-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />E num mergulho<br />faço-me toda azul.<br /><br />faço-me reta<br />faço-me curva<br />faço-me água, sal, película e ar<br />faço-me superfície e profundeza<br /><br />Não mais me distingo<br />E feito segredo que se revela<br />Conspiração que se desfaz<br />O que acontece no mar fica um pouco em mim<br />E o que acontece em mim fica por inteiro no mar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8299749474663630372?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290970594143106637.post-81983621532581971492008-08-09T06:10:00.006-03:002009-03-05T00:27:07.918-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />No chuveiro da praia, vi uma pequena criança a brincar com o super jato d'água que vinha. Teria achado a coisa mais linda do mundo ela pulando para os lados enquanto tentava fazer sair o bocadinho de água que lhe incomadava os ouvidos, não estivesse eu a fazer o mesmo.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290970594143106637-8198362153258197149?l=guinaluar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>th.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664522105815569523noreply@blogger.com0