tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56830503885185261852024-02-22T08:25:04.939-08:00RECADOS DO CAISEspaço de textos e poemas.
O lúdico salva a humanidade.
Escrever é um ato de salvação.Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683050388518526185.post-51585251203623521122011-04-12T17:24:00.003-07:002011-04-12T17:51:14.273-07:00Tu sabes...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwDzDr6U0l8cuDiX63ZrqiczyJeMdyxsJhEqJBkulp81xbZqOj6FNHfGhHrk6n6VCPKmd6-CQDQFmAVGaUutHW_S0WILGDEakch6FypQfcGe1l5YlZFhbkxyUrrzrsXlK-GHr-M0AY9xi/s1600/Paisagem%252520Campestre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwDzDr6U0l8cuDiX63ZrqiczyJeMdyxsJhEqJBkulp81xbZqOj6FNHfGhHrk6n6VCPKmd6-CQDQFmAVGaUutHW_S0WILGDEakch6FypQfcGe1l5YlZFhbkxyUrrzrsXlK-GHr-M0AY9xi/s320/Paisagem%252520Campestre.jpg" width="218" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Manhãs secas e caladas numa estrada pó de arroz da terra. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">O tronco emudecido de saudade do orvalho acende a mata em chamas. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">A imagem do cascalho no solo. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">A noite maquiada de fumaça. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Uma estrela angustiada e sem graça namora uma lua velada. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">No ninho do pássaro adormecido há folhas cobertas de tardes. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Numa taça de vinho e na vela perfumada um momento entre a dúvida e a entrega. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Poemas construídos de mãos e peles. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Rimas do amanhecer. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Estrofes de vento e fogo. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Rascunhos do futuro. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">E na labuta de preparar canteiros do presente semear o existirmos mesmo à margem. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Tu sabes, a primavera não perdoa a terra sem aragem. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Ou "Ao pé do ouvido" </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Suzana)</span></div></div>Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683050388518526185.post-82152457565525072102011-04-12T14:23:00.000-07:002011-04-12T14:25:53.532-07:00Mesa na mata<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRy0wf3TPcP1DxYX2doxADCGK3y8cGmvo7TW1uY_KcEeo6TkbP3g_nBCGto6eWrxdKPw4ULCKGf90wjqIlA70dR8ylSCFrlEaClIkOcSdGGPscr-VdKGddw19FrL9_gqNJpgnWGsrahtQt/s1600/OgAAAA5FV1cIWWR1o1sqt2F1T7e1I5NobeypUHA4BT3Kq7LCsz4cHaXyG05eAwGu9wyX-O2xyBRv0_RdXzXS7wiG_9cAm1T1UIdcAWEUSjvDD0j1ASRsH36c8iHr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRy0wf3TPcP1DxYX2doxADCGK3y8cGmvo7TW1uY_KcEeo6TkbP3g_nBCGto6eWrxdKPw4ULCKGf90wjqIlA70dR8ylSCFrlEaClIkOcSdGGPscr-VdKGddw19FrL9_gqNJpgnWGsrahtQt/s320/OgAAAA5FV1cIWWR1o1sqt2F1T7e1I5NobeypUHA4BT3Kq7LCsz4cHaXyG05eAwGu9wyX-O2xyBRv0_RdXzXS7wiG_9cAm1T1UIdcAWEUSjvDD0j1ASRsH36c8iHr.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;">surge intacta, inédita, protegida pelo estio da espera. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;">Atada ao galho original se expõe ao meu olhar que passa. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;">Numa vitrine de folhas, cipós-madeira, trepadeiras da mata, </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;">formigas e abelhas fazem festa! </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;">E nessa mesa minha boca não é convidada. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: background1;">Apenas meu olhar se farta.</span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Às vezes penso que não conseguirei te odiar por muito tempo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sei que vou sofrer (oh! sei que sofrerei)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Acordarei antes da hora ( ah! vigílias minhas!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Perderei o rumo (desculpas tantas...)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Escreverei alucinadamente.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Te odiarei.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Minha existência (por algum tempo)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">cuidará de ser: o caos no caos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Às vezes penso que já sei o fim...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Irei a lugares (que até gosto)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">serei polida (interessante talvez)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">e se alguém me perguntar por ti, serei atriz.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Eu sei.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Às vezes penso que não saberei te lembrar com mágoa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">No início certamente ferida, depois (mais tarde) com ressalvas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sei que evitarei contato e não darei retorno (inevitável)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">E cuidarei pessoalmente para que minha vida se torne: insuportável.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Estarei com pessoas (que até gosto)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">serei receptiva (certamente amável)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">e absolutamente decidida a mascarar a minha dor incontrolável.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Às vezes penso que não terei motivos para te odiar por muito tempo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Porque haverá em mim uma transformação.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Algué</span><span style="font-family: Arial;">m tecerá (de mim) um retrato imperfeito e equivocado,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">mas estarei completamente dedicada a tornar a minha vida diferente!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Reunirei propostas, buscarei saídas, iniciarei nova safra de poemas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Darei mais tempo a mim (não aos problemas!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Ressurgirei de forma lenta em ritmo e cadência</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">até redescobrir a minha original essência.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sei que me apaixonarei!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Pressinto novamente a rota.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Às vezes penso que são passagens já vividas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">que me minha alma conhece, e eu alimento.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Por isso não te odiarei por muito tempo!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Ou "Cronograma"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">(Suzana)</span>Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683050388518526185.post-34685106442522251072011-04-11T07:48:00.000-07:002011-04-11T13:25:02.241-07:00Quando...<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando eu estiver sozinha e o campo semeado. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Verde tela em meio a brisa do outono</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a lareira acesa, o chá na mesa, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e da janela romper uma franja de sol alaranjada </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">adocicando a lágrima da solidão... </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando eu estiver quieta </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mutismo infinito de quem comunga uma neblina de saudade </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e me encolher como um gato em busca de calor </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">como um gato em mansidão de gesto </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> e olhar. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando as portas não tiverem mais saídas e a própria poesia se calar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">quando a música, suave sinfonia, preencher os espaços do interior</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e toda a casa for refúgio e lar. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando vieres com frio e eu te der o meu abraço, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e proteger tua cabeça com meu gorro de lã</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e nossas almas se reconhecerem irmãs </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e calcularmos definitivamente há quanto tempo! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando todo o corte estiver fechado e nenhuma cicatriz permanecer, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">quando novamente sentares em meu espaço </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e dividires comigo o teu menino coração.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E eu te mostrar o meu, de pés no chão,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">completamente esquecidos de qualquer friagem ou rancor.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quando o tempo da paz pousar no outono </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e o mútuo debruçar acontecer </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nós saberemos (não tardiamente) "perceber". </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Não me lançarás a pedra </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">não te levantarei a espada da palavra </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">por termos tecido um dia na trama de nossas vidas “o desencontro das linhas” </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">por termos caminhado nas paralelas dos trilhos </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">por termos inventado em nós o sonho dos andarilhos. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomaremos pois o chá num abraço de olhares aquecidos. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eterno conselho madrileño: Enfrenta o medo!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fantasiado em tua arena, sonda o teu olhar frontal.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Banderillero medieval!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Te corta as asas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Provoca a tua queda.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interrompe o olé do teu toureiro.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Destroi impunemente o teu ponteiro.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Balançando as chaves do carcereiro.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Um depoimento aberto seria impublicável. Teria que mascarar palavras. Teria que ocultar as letras. Sem revelar. Trabalho por demais secreto, por demais cifrado, trabalho impossível. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As palavras são indomáveis aves e denunciam a migração. Elas voam e cumprem seu destino. Meu vôo aqui se faz no teu particular espaço vermelho. Onde a palavra anda nua, onde a palavra não se debate e pode mansamente declarar-se. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Começo pousando em teu olhar com asas recolhidas porque o meu busca o delicado signo da tua alma. Como ensaiando a rota que me levará ao ninho. No chão da tua casa encontro abrigo. Não me atraem as janelas abertas. Como se cativa esquecesse a vertigem das alturas. E me tornasse oculta e intransitiva. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Por trás das cortinas o sol faz festa. E em tua cama toda a narrativa dança numa tradução de símbolos exatos. Linguagem primitiva dos reencontros. Talvez herança... </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ou “Corpo de Dança III”</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">(Suzana)</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">São as palavras que traduzem os conceitos?E os conceitos? São cristalizados através do que?De imagens que desenham gestos?E os gestos são produtos do que?Das intenções?E as intenções brotam onde?Num canteiro pessoal?Decido que delicadeza vem do simples e exato ato de tocar o outro com tato. Defino que delicadeza é quando me perguntas "como estou"? Quando sabes que estou feliz! Quando o meu olhar descansa no teu e diz. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Ou "Demasiadas palavras" </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">(Suzana)</span></div>Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683050388518526185.post-42349820287074594632011-04-02T18:57:00.000-07:002011-04-03T06:01:54.093-07:00Palavra doce<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKV6Tzk19cczIfWEH4Pu8EW5_m88jxUqcUlrBR11IPqtsCfcOAxKKxkR8fjjXMEbsnnn6VdM80TiFLub42hqvY_gmfoiCWEEWHmm8gdIT69Ir0kNrixI-nSBVHCouFMjlXUTPMKVgy3HgP/s1600/OgAAAHDXY7AdyjITVYXlmVrdVFOPUfuBRPEgKhbhYCDaZsN1EhAF09J4utVpFxLUyd_YFR7uwbTshyqwWkztbEmgkzkAm1T1UFYsFi7R5zEe-Ujv_7WZj4t_0jYG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKV6Tzk19cczIfWEH4Pu8EW5_m88jxUqcUlrBR11IPqtsCfcOAxKKxkR8fjjXMEbsnnn6VdM80TiFLub42hqvY_gmfoiCWEEWHmm8gdIT69Ir0kNrixI-nSBVHCouFMjlXUTPMKVgy3HgP/s320/OgAAAHDXY7AdyjITVYXlmVrdVFOPUfuBRPEgKhbhYCDaZsN1EhAF09J4utVpFxLUyd_YFR7uwbTshyqwWkztbEmgkzkAm1T1UFYsFi7R5zEe-Ujv_7WZj4t_0jYG.jpg" width="213" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Como um mantra antigo. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">O acho numa esquina exata e imutável sem precisar revirar partituras na memória. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Ele está sempre lá, sentado em lótus, olhos fechados, respirando em sol. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">O busco toda vez que os cardeais se perdem, ou vendavais se acendem. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">É manso e lento como o andar de um marujo. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Cálido como uma lembrança. </span><br />
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<span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Escrevo atenta a tua ausência.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Conto os dias como quem conta conchas.</span></span><br />
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<span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Vou separando cascalhos e perfilando estrelas. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Minha palavra é artesã secreta camuflada na emoção. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Um coral vermelho pende silencioso no coração. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Escrevo atenta a tua ausência. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Conto os desejos como quem conta um rio. </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Nascente, curso, mar bravio. </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Meu verso é marinheiro forte. </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Conto a saudade como quem revela o norte. </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Rotas, desvios, parceis, vazios. </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: background1;">Escrevo atenta a tua ausência. </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Distinguem-se quatro tipos de temperamento: o de quem é fácil de provocar e fácil de pacificar - esse ganha o que perde; o de quem é difícil de provocar e difícil </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> de pacificar - esse perde o que ganha; o de quem é fácil de pacificar - esse é um santo; o de quem é fácil de provocar e difícil de pacificar - esse é um perverso.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Pirkei Avot 5,14"- Talmude **** Decifrando essa Cabala: <br />
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1) ele acha o caminho de volta; ao perder-se, tem recursos para tratar o imprevisto e retornar ao seu estado original, por isso ganha o que havia perdido. <br />
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2) ele perde o caminho de volta; por julgar-se invulnerável, como se nada o tirasse do centro de si, por isso perde o que pensou que tinha. <br />
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3)esse recusa qualquer caminho que o tire de seu estado de paz. <br />
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4)esse não tem caminho. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Invento em mim Veneza </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E o veneziano gondoleiro me corteja </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu discretamente contraceno e devolvo a ele o meu olhar pequeno</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ensaio um riso e me desordeno</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Encabulada apresso o passo</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E dessa cena me desembaraço</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">De uma janela salta um violino malabar que num mortal se exibe em alegria</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Corro aos pés da ponte a esperar um arpejo gracioso dessa acrobacia</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Descubro que viver a fantasia é fabular a vida com alquimia</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brincar consigo</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Usar magia </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; tab-stops: 188.25pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E ser pra si boa companhia</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; tab-stops: 188.25pt; text-align: left;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ou “Companhia de si” </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Suzana)</span></span></span></div>Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683050388518526185.post-38827376647519168732011-03-27T19:48:00.001-07:002011-03-27T19:51:38.523-07:00O portador de jóias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">A vida se revela jóia no colo de miúdos ais. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Recorro então aos retratos do “tempo dos cristais”. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Espalho pela mesa lembranças temporãs como quem quebra a casca contando as pedras da romã. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Pérolas rosadas, rubis da infância, um cordão de juvenis corais. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Vestida de tardes percebo aflita bordados com vidrilhos do jamais. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Procuro nas túnicas das noites topázios sensuais, braceletes cravados de beijos, colares em miçangas matinais. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Ametistas de silencio pousam em anéis sem par.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Águas marinhas passadas, turmalinas lapidadas do desamar.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; tab-stops: 333.75pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Encontro em mim turquesas do recomeçar.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Brilhantes safiras. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Eternas gemas do reamar. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Ou...”O portador de jóias”</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">(Suzana)</span></span></span></span></div>Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683050388518526185.post-24861561630826406362011-03-27T19:44:00.000-07:002011-03-27T19:53:49.582-07:00Abaixo o diet<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">Rompe um elo da corrente e a caminhada se interrompe. </span></span><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">Não vamos inventar tristezas: todo dia acaba alguma coisa e outra surge em seu lugar. </span></span><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">Se bem que a saudade te cumprimenta e senta na soleira do coração, enrola um fumo de corda e dedilha a viola da solidão. Fica sempre um pouco do se foi que não impede o que vai chegar. Há sempre alguém partindo sem tirar os pés do chão e que de fato só anda na contramão. Há sempre alguém te amando (e lá no fundo você leva a sério?) Há sempre alguém apontando o abismo e a escuridão (eterna torcida que delira na oposição). Não vamos inventar tristezas: todo dia acaba alguma coisa e outra surge em seu lugar. E não adianta descascar a noite antecipando o dia. Nem comer o miolo dos gestos sem abrir a mão.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">É preciso raspar o tacho e reinventar a fome de ser feliz! </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ou: Abaixo o diet! </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Suzana)</span></span></span></div>Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683050388518526185.post-64375132383308905162011-03-27T19:35:00.000-07:002011-03-27T19:54:07.870-07:00Cartilha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Você tem que ter muita graça</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saber a dança</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sacar o perfil</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ficar por um fio</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Calibrar o passo</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Você tem que marcar a carta</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Preparar o lance </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Não perder a chance</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ou você rasga essa cartilha </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Muda pra uma ilha </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E vira pescador</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683050388518526185.post-10127582981340764892011-03-27T19:21:00.001-07:002011-03-31T20:02:13.397-07:00Curumim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggw_7CvDt1U0Pq_9-iY6fVjhK1ZVPPNrP4a9S8OHVmqyFhEGD3_3QYTanrErwhiAXhYn4G6cE3VEh9kFnv-VToR7NvQ02tbZCS_kE1S_Fl1HIWlhE-Ooyw8ThH8jzptcpsTc9GZPVFpnin/s1600/OQAAADVmieurM-te8pMs7h1p9DLzMB9CZomKWK9RZc3iRlBD8U9D3XuAiIigJtxDgALVPXSJW8CK4PF0kwy8jy7Frq4Am1T1UBMtTCnjZudyRA8cjxZQBwP-lFHv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggw_7CvDt1U0Pq_9-iY6fVjhK1ZVPPNrP4a9S8OHVmqyFhEGD3_3QYTanrErwhiAXhYn4G6cE3VEh9kFnv-VToR7NvQ02tbZCS_kE1S_Fl1HIWlhE-Ooyw8ThH8jzptcpsTc9GZPVFpnin/s1600/OQAAADVmieurM-te8pMs7h1p9DLzMB9CZomKWK9RZc3iRlBD8U9D3XuAiIigJtxDgALVPXSJW8CK4PF0kwy8jy7Frq4Am1T1UBMtTCnjZudyRA8cjxZQBwP-lFHv.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="color: white;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Coração que estende os pulsos de olhos fechados </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Sem duvidar do desejo de estar aprisionado </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Revela o real do absoluto descompasso </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">amando a sensação de estar capturado</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Subverte a fala (refém dos verbos)</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Altera o protocolo (confunde os termos)</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Se farta das letras de outra boca (não se traduz)</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Mergulha num abismo que reluz</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Seu foco é o outro olhar ( não se conduz)</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Plana cegamente:apaixonado curumim</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Cantando a música do sim</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Ou ”Coração curumim” </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="gkhmel5cnab2"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">(Suzana)</span></span></span></span></div></div>Suzana Bittencourthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03469523776067643051noreply@blogger.com0