tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91802231131520479142024-03-12T21:01:35.961-07:00Mergulhei em seus olhos...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.comBlogger1035125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-81468564328825239422016-10-10T13:59:00.000-07:002016-10-10T13:59:34.835-07:00Regresso<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eis que me chegas</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Achegas-me, poeta</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Sóis, idas e vindas</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Estações, estradas, escritas</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chegas</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> com vida... no olhar</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> mãos desejosas tessituras</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> compostas liras</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Eis que me chegas</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Revirando reviravoltas</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Disfarces da língua</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">entrelaçado instante</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Achegado meu</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">abraço de versos</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">se me vedes em lágrimas</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">inquietude drástica</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">sou pó de estrelas</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sigo bons sonhos</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">sorrio ao acaso</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">na praça, na rima, ao largo</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">por cada palavra não dita</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">e as que me deixas suspensas</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">sempre presente, chegas-me</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">face amiga.</span></div>
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Joice Furtado</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-6129080688663082432015-08-22T16:10:00.003-07:002015-08-22T16:12:50.734-07:00Aparatos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Eu me vejo nele,<br />
tão lúcida<br />
Loucamente penso<br />
Dispo sua pele<br />
e as roupas<br />
Irrompem-me desejos<br />
<br />
Cerco seus olhos<br />
Visto uns aparatos poéticos<br />
Manipulo aquela mente<br />
Astuta<br />
Caio em algum declive<br />
<br />
Deslizo as mãos curvas<br />
evoco umas falas abruptas<br />
Como<br />
e me deixo comer<br />
<br />
Eis nossa fúria<br />
Descontrolados e presos<br />
Alçados ao alto da língua<br />
Gozamos<br />
<br />
Sós dedos em segredos<br />
Mais que íntimos.<br />
<br />
Joice Furtado<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-79150367978981865502015-07-26T12:05:00.000-07:002015-07-26T12:05:38.024-07:00Da letra íntima<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Um bom título para um poema<br />
Quisera!<br />
Sair de algumas enrascadas<br />
Abraçar meus blocos de textos... se os são mesmo<br />
Encará-los... fôlego e tentativa<br />
<br />
Há um quê desgostoso na língua<br />
Esta minha arranhadura<br />
Dói-me cada fissura da pele<br />
E a linha que se converte em medo<br />
<br />
Mistura meus desejos no ensopado místico<br />
Sentir-me uma completa imbecil e a minha figura<br />
Não soa tão distante das outras<br />
<br />
De qualquer forma e adiante<br />
Combato o bom combate<br />
Seja matando as sombras, agravos ou apenas<br />
Expurgando minha loucura.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-73717962261241386242015-07-26T11:21:00.000-07:002015-07-26T11:21:16.488-07:00Súmula<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ôh porra! Estive mastigando uns poemas<br />
Junto as minhas francas<br />
Lágrimas, descomposturas e tudo mais<br />
<br />
Esse ser humana<br />
Levar solidões dali para cá<br />
Ver que há algo de errado e continuar seguindo<br />
<br />
Uma ovelha indo em direção ao matadouro<br />
Rumino passado, presente<br />
Olhos deslizam para o futuro<br />
<br />
Penso: nos esforçamos tanto,<br />
Correndo de um lado para outro<br />
Comendo o pão dos dias<br />
Quando virá o pagamento?<br />
<br />
Incontáveis horas nas quais olho o teto<br />
Imagino coisas tolas enquanto busco<br />
... um dEus interior<br />
<br />
Algo para remediar minhas feridas<br />
Fuga dessa crítica e incontestável<br />
... lama<br />
<br />
Desbunde sobre desbunde<br />
Choro sentimentos de auto-piedade e me reservo<br />
Lúcidos, alguns sonhos de amor.<br />
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Joice FurtadoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-36738127142588902362015-04-26T16:41:00.000-07:002015-04-26T16:41:16.651-07:00Am(a)res<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Um amor assim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nítido</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Embora tímido</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Brilha, entre espaços</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Marejar de olhos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Amor sim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Calmo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Vem... íntimo! Líquido.</span><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-37921373339331182192015-03-24T12:12:00.002-07:002015-03-24T12:12:49.449-07:00Sonambulismos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vida sonâmbula</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Terra</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Fiquei pensando em nós</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">nos diálogos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">choros desajeitados</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Vozes ao vento</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trocando pés pelas mãos</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Aquela lágrima rente ao olho</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">desce até minha garganta</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">e me aperta</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Todo o ser</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Porque sinto não dizer o bastante</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Penso e durmo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Achando-me livre</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Desse triste... ignoto mundo.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-63291830412240603562015-03-24T12:11:00.002-07:002015-03-24T12:11:36.213-07:00Clandestino<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Qual teu signo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cor preferida?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Perdoe,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">meu poema clandestino</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">transeunte</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nem tão sexy,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">é</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">mas se esforça</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Se revira</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Da pálpebra à ponta do pé</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nem tão chato</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ou de troça</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moderninho</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sedutor</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Poema sem ódio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Se mágoa tem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">viu amor...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">e sente</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a música nas veias</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tuas costas em minhas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mãos ao mar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">das horas mastigadas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Das rotinas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Beijos molhados mais</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sangrias desatadas...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">tenho</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Só para te ver</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Qual teu signo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cor?</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-65151522735278926372015-03-24T12:10:00.003-07:002015-03-24T12:10:28.651-07:00Despertares<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Observo ao passar pela rua</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Aquele fôlego, tapete rosa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Na calçada fria</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">da esquina sinto</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Vejo as flores em seu despertar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Coração tão certo desanuvia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As vistas desabrocham e</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a vida</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Continua</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">jogando suas pétalas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ao vento</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">para depois frutificar.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-48161748815393024582015-03-11T05:49:00.002-07:002015-03-11T05:49:58.296-07:00Cantos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cada canto, quarto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">parede</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">colada ao retrato</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cabeça, cabeceira</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">meu assoalho de idéias</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">louca,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">louça</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">por lavar os hábitos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">sentimento </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">interlúdio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">lágrima escorrendo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">na boca que beija</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">o sal</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">marcando</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a água do protetor</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">solar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">vida nos olhos </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">criança nos olhos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">olhos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a tatear paisagens</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">línguas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">decifrando a arte</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">do corpo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">das ligas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ligaduras</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ligações</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">em espera</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">em franco atirador</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">de rosas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">de meias e conversa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">afiada</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">com vinho e desejo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">poemas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">elevados</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">elevador</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no andar de cima</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">desce</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">debaixo do cobertor.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cada canto, quarto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">parede</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">colada ao retrato</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cabeça, cabeceira...</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-55535432016438471172015-03-07T10:15:00.000-08:002015-03-07T10:15:46.077-08:00Oxidante<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
O cinza escuro das nuvens<br />
Mastigando asfalto e mágoas<br />
Reações adversas deste controlado<br />
Remédio para minha insônia<br />
Insatisfação<br />
<br />
Porque não é "do meu costume"... sórdida<br />
Imperfeita perfeição<br />
<br />
Me lembram do que não tenho<br />
há horas<br />
Me lembram, me matam<br />
Co(nso)mem, oxidam o tesão<br />
<br />
Vergo-me ante o que vejo<br />
Olhos pesos perdidos<br />
e os sonhos...<br />
<br />
Se Vão minhas vistas escurecendo<br />
Levando o querer<br />
e sinto<br />
frustrações ao quadrado<br />
<br />
.<br />
Matemática cansada<br />
... aumentam minhas olheiras<br />
Exponencialmente<br />
<br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-10229951878338666632015-03-01T08:46:00.000-08:002015-03-01T08:47:59.000-08:00Mobília<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Foto: Howard Schatz</div>
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A solidão das coisas<br />
Sentir-se móvel, cômoda<br />
Uma palavra oca<br />
ressoando<br />
Vazio<br />
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Triste andar pelas ruas<br />
Passo ante passo e o vão<br />
Cresce dor entorpecedora<br />
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Arrastar de horas,<br />
Dias, anos, beijos a mais<br />
Ignora...<br />
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Me ignoro<br />
Salivando pensamentos no tempo.<br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-11499982895375709262015-01-28T04:19:00.000-08:002015-01-28T04:19:06.617-08:00VACAS NA AULA DE ARTE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Foto: Jan Saudek</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bom tempo é como boas mulheres - não acontece sempre e quando acontece não dura para sempre. Um homem é mais estável: Se ele é ruim é mais provável que continue assim, ou se ele é bom ele pode se fixar, mas a mulher se modifica para sempre pelos filhos, pela idade, pela dieta, pela conversação, pelo sexo, pela lua, por haver ou não haver sol ou bom tempo. Uma mulher tem que ser ninada pra subsistir pelo amor, onde um homem pode se tornar mais forte por ser odiado. Estou bebendo esta noite no Spangler's e me lembro das vacas que pintei certa vez na aula de arte e pareciam bem, pareciam estar melhor do que tudo ali. Estou bebendo no Spangler's pensando em qual amar e qual odiar, mas já não há regras: amo e odeio somente a mim mesmo - os outros ficam além de mim.</span></div>
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<b>Charles Bukowski</b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-65782452184218629972015-01-28T04:10:00.003-08:002015-01-28T04:10:59.105-08:00Arrasto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Foto: Rafal Makiela</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sinto no arrasto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a vida feito peixe</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É cedo e me perco</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">nas ondas mornas, o desejo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">embala doce mar</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sob os pés da aurora</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sufoco ares não meus</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Borbulhas de ressentimentos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Enegrecem minhas vistas</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sinto no arrasto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a vida feito peixe</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É a corrente, me leva</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">me prende</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">entremeado num laço absurdo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">malha grave, sem amor</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Só</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sinto esfriarem as vértebras</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Debato contra o tempo e o que é</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">certo, me parece distante</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Agora</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">todos os erros de antes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">todas as horas não gastas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">desgastada linha</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">esvair-se-á de mim tão logo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">restará suspirada e íntima</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">... exClAmada!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Poesia</span><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-32607264835897425292015-01-19T07:46:00.001-08:002015-01-19T07:51:50.461-08:00Imantações<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Foto: Michael Buddabar</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Estas palavras veladas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">roçando a boca</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Saliva morna</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arranha minha pele </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">teu olhar nu</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">queima-me por horas</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Debaixo das linhas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">entre as coxas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">versos de amor e prosa</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Gozos atônitos de quimera</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">rodeio os suspiros teus</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">como ciúmes nas veias</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aquele pensar furtivo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">me doendo agora</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Essas palavras veladas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">roçando a boca</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Desejo cru </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Homem das letras</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">leva</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">imanto sinceras tristezas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">engulo esperas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">e me deixas...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">refletindo ostensivas verdades</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">desculpas para mim mesma.</span><br />
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Joice Furtado </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-25161821012946979382014-12-08T08:24:00.002-08:002014-12-08T08:24:24.184-08:00Queima<span style="color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></span><br />
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Imagem: Ruby June</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">O que preciso</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">reúno</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> cacos </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> traços</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> trilhas e os pés</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Caminho </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> sentimento convulso</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> pulsando artérias </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> sumo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> reapareço</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> desejo espalhado no ser</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Me envolve</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Reata</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> corpos e mãos</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Alinho</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> olhos e fantasias</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> pele com pele </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> e a minha</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> arde </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">histórias íntimas.</span><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-356115594410519512014-11-21T04:19:00.000-08:002014-11-21T04:19:11.589-08:00Despedida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aquele dia demorou anoitecer</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Como acontece algumas vezes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Parecendo reter-se a noite</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ou fazer birra, o sol.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aquele dia era névoa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">passeando nos morros negros</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">azuis escuros nos cumes </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">estranho entardecer </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aquele</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">dia queimando as retinas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">fibras cardíacas aceleradas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pés e pontos de vista</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">dores à flor da pele</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chorando o corte nos dedos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">espinhos causticantes são medos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ferro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">brasa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">degredo</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aquele dia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">de tão fustigado, ao extremo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">morreram sonhos e renasceram</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">estrelas nos olhos ferrugem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">batida terra dos pés</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Subiram ao céu em nuvens</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">clamores, risos e dança</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">choros, raivas, sanhas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">e nunca mais houve, um tal</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aquele dia.</span><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-5088001329217908872014-11-19T04:23:00.000-08:002014-11-19T04:23:33.307-08:00Dos Desencantos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sorriso de canto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">de</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">olho e tanto</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amor</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Canção da aurora</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">borboletas na cabeça</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">estômago</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jardim em flor </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nos cabelos, pelos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">curvas e quimeras</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chama-lhe bela</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chama...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Claro, encanto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">era pouco e se acabou</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">um só</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> sopro na brasa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> não basta</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> pra fazer calor</span><br />
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Joice Furtado </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-6151451947038783882014-10-19T17:04:00.001-07:002014-10-19T17:04:52.056-07:00Bálsamo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="text-align: right;">Arte: Irina Kuznetsova</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">E se</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Poesia é rastro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Pólen amante</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Nascente de rio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Ovário fecundo</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Submergir</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> No mundo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Onde pessoas florescem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Aqui e ali</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Entranhar nas entranhas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Sorrir à relva</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Desfazendo mágoas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Regar um se...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Poético</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">E assim ter força para continuar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Sabendo que no meio ou fim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> livre na frase, o absurdo...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Verso </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> a dor amenizará.</span><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-78171209569225769562014-10-11T15:59:00.000-07:002014-10-11T16:03:59.698-07:00Furtivo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eros me vem pela tarde</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Adentra a noite</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Meus poros</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nus</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sedentos pelos eriçam</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Colado meu desejo ao seu</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Poema</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Já inquieto me vem Eros</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Enquanto sonho carícias</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pega a primeira brisa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Embriaga-me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">e se vai.</span><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-2567221115479895012014-09-27T14:22:00.000-07:002014-09-27T14:23:39.194-07:00Esteta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Que doido isso<br />Inventar poesia<br />Ser artista</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Comer palavras<br />Ter olhos nus<br />Vesti-las</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Que doído isso<br />inVentar poesia<br />Artista Ser</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Há um quê<br />de desejo no Ar<br />molhando a boca<br />lambuzada de fantasias</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mesmo<br />críticas escritas<br />sintéticas frases</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">pontuam confissões íntimas.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-60432316217981024482014-09-26T15:47:00.001-07:002014-09-26T15:47:55.295-07:00Serenando<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ai que me dói o peito</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">alma, juntas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">olhos, nervos</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ser forte</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quando desejo</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">apenas</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Imaginária liberdade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">com suas cores</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">tons</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ultravioleta</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Componho sonhos na janela</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">afasto enganos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">indiscreta</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">sinto</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">poemas & quimeras</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Inspiro - Coração -</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">resPira para viver!</span><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
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<br /><span style="font-size: large;">Um pássaro voou em minha direção</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Senti -<br />A leveza nos olhos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Estendi minhas asas de sonho<br />Poética<br />Voei também.</span><br /><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180223113152047914.post-20722243974638712202014-09-25T16:03:00.002-07:002014-09-25T16:03:47.089-07:00Esplêndida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><span style="font-size: large;">Pequenos, longos voos<br />Olhos se perdem entre arroubos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Felicidade em fagulhas<br />Insistente crepita<br />Soprado o vento, ânimo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Anima alma a favor, impulso<br />Estende asas e te ergas...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Esplêndida ave</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Atravessa a bruma.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Porque amanhece<br />Céu<br />Rosto da aurora</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E a alma que antes ardia<br />Respira orvalhos<br />Ouve pássaros<br />Sonha... cAlma</span><br /><br /><br />
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Joice Furtado</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Discurso de Neil Gaiman</span><br /><br /><div>
<span style="font-size: large;">Outro dia, deparei-me com parte desse discurso postado no Facebook. Achei super interessante e inspirador.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fBxnxA_GDA">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fBxnxA_GDA</a><br />
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<a href="http://homoliteratus.com/faca-boa-arte-discurso-de-neil-gaiman-aos-graduandos-da-the-university-of-arts-video-e-transcricao/">http://homoliteratus.com/faca-boa-arte-discurso-de-neil-gaiman-aos-graduandos-da-the-university-of-arts-video-e-transcricao/</a><br />
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