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<br />oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-59413878141911400632012-03-19T20:54:00.000+00:002012-03-19T20:54:05.606+00:00There is always hope<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">oMortegrafia: <span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Banksy</span></span></div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-58806757739235172532012-03-18T10:39:00.004+00:002012-03-18T10:39:48.249+00:00Apetece-me dar-te à boca este silêncio momento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">oMortegrafia: Anton Jankovoy</span></div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-45261266154891887192012-03-16T10:28:00.000+00:002012-03-18T10:41:30.309+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="hasCaption">E assim pousamos de tão leves<br /> e abraçados<br /> sobre o soalho frio e gémeo das nossas bocas<br /> <br /> vestindo de sal e dando de beber<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> nos dias de chuva </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">oMortegrafia:: Chris Craymer</span></div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-2211523301238677482012-03-02T15:43:00.000+00:002012-03-03T20:41:03.171+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Quando tudo acaba, <br /> resta o silêncio, resta a poesia:<br /> <br /> Um dia,<br /> como o amor escrito<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> no livro da tua pele,<br /> ancorarei esta solidão<br /> entre os dedos destas mãos,<br /> e chorarei,<br /> chorarei do chão<br /> para que o céu sinta,<br /> oAmor<br /> de onde nunca saí,<br /> por_que bebo-te em todas as sedes<br /> e ardes-me por dentro,<br /> sempre,<br /> por_que esta saudade<br /> és Tu,<br /> e só aqui me doem<br /> estas palavras,<br /> escritas deste fundo,<br /> a fogo,<br /> de lábios a lábios,<br /> na ponta destes dedos.</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">oMortegrafia: Ron Coulter</span></div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-63613449840455095422012-02-20T11:19:00.004+00:002012-03-18T10:48:33.286+00:00Eis-nos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOxp-ZK-FCRMt0aKPMBLnv7b85WCqxpzXMrebP_Db5-h0xRJLXEET8fgRgRaZy55tn7BlzoI5IiMKDI3TzWJqFBtKzfma5x1n5tkY9GUxJNeeVnU1ayfr_sfW8hp6OjwmGOkbISgvJlfM/s1600/N%25C3%25A3o+h%25C3%25A1+melhor+beijo+que+o+nosso+abra%25C3%25A7o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713824679096308498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOxp-ZK-FCRMt0aKPMBLnv7b85WCqxpzXMrebP_Db5-h0xRJLXEET8fgRgRaZy55tn7BlzoI5IiMKDI3TzWJqFBtKzfma5x1n5tkY9GUxJNeeVnU1ayfr_sfW8hp6OjwmGOkbISgvJlfM/s400/N%25C3%25A3o+h%25C3%25A1+melhor+beijo+que+o+nosso+abra%25C3%25A7o.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span class="textalign">Sombria e fria ausente de zero </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span class="textalign">E assim escritos nessa língua</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span class="textalign">Da palavra gasta</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span class="textalign">Da palavra morta.</span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS027BUwztPb6LvRRGyAKk6RDgHkTJPiQPrl0cb1SuUZ_5bCs4TDItSklOPcdbdzcqtLd9RSUD1Ej36jt2Tpg0eXJk8wO3OLaIxsjKtd3TGemuFEE-p1hoOthPBO1dzoOl-4JcGaf7wTo/s1600-h/3187788-lg.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314157421137491250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS027BUwztPb6LvRRGyAKk6RDgHkTJPiQPrl0cb1SuUZ_5bCs4TDItSklOPcdbdzcqtLd9RSUD1Ej36jt2Tpg0eXJk8wO3OLaIxsjKtd3TGemuFEE-p1hoOthPBO1dzoOl-4JcGaf7wTo/s400/3187788-lg.jpg" style="display: block; height: 215px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br /></span>Meu amor,</div>
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vou dizer-me: </div>
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</div>
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Restas-me tu,</div>
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tu e esse livro</div>
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onde aprendi o que sei,</div>
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pois visto a tua carne</div>
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e escrevo-te com a pele</div>
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na cor do teu nosso,</div>
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planalto e abismo,</div>
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porque sou da terra</div>
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e tu és do sonho,</div>
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para que sopres</div>
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e que eu pouse no cimo das coisas,</div>
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que és tu,</div>
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tu que eu grito</div>
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e folheio em suor,</div>
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nesse tamanho</div>
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que me deixa sempre à sombra</div>
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e o teu peso nas minhas mãos.</div>
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Amor,</div>
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deixa-me nos ramos</div>
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que eu quero o teu beijo,</div>
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nos dias tristes</div>
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entre as folhas</div>
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porque eu sou o inverno,</div>
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mas tenho na boca um jardim</div>
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para poder partir apetecido,</div>
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para que tu vivas</div>
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porque isto é o que eu sou,</div>
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vento,</div>
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e é tudo. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">oMortegrafia: Lissa Hatcher </span></div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-66103490025079427282009-02-22T14:10:00.005+00:002011-03-24T22:41:26.318+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2gs9yZPaDFJi6yky-WFjgFNvAp-9bvam1KyMbRONwuEpxZppzBosOedMXaAbW2YTa97j7CRfYPPO84rPrfQArkxD8zAHFd8ridCRqb3moszIcZ8uArrIyI7HYMUnkL32YSZ-H9xQ1RU/s1600-h/8504883-lg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305624225421358018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2gs9yZPaDFJi6yky-WFjgFNvAp-9bvam1KyMbRONwuEpxZppzBosOedMXaAbW2YTa97j7CRfYPPO84rPrfQArkxD8zAHFd8ridCRqb3moszIcZ8uArrIyI7HYMUnkL32YSZ-H9xQ1RU/s400/8504883-lg.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div align="center">O meu único desejo é conversar. </div><div align="center">Conversar com alguém que ainda me sabe sorrir. </div><blockquote></blockquote><div></div><div align="center">- José Manuel Saraiva - </div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-66138045044041227442009-02-13T20:27:00.003+00:002011-03-24T22:41:45.624+00:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKn6Snr348wm4mTqPjLrRNz4jTWfF483NSpuO3BcF-XRApvWts6CNEEzi6klfo6_WgSJC_efrMJgds67qv9QflEtE9bkFqyahiPOuj7mWyQcRHCDQRSGFoZ3BcXSexwtDA2JGCeL9_8M/s1600-h/1776996.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302381376396003330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKn6Snr348wm4mTqPjLrRNz4jTWfF483NSpuO3BcF-XRApvWts6CNEEzi6klfo6_WgSJC_efrMJgds67qv9QflEtE9bkFqyahiPOuj7mWyQcRHCDQRSGFoZ3BcXSexwtDA2JGCeL9_8M/s400/1776996.jpg" /></a>É de noite este poema, </div><div align="center">inteiramente deitado, </div><div align="center">e sou assim nas tuas coisas, </div><div align="center">um sonho dentro de outro sonho, </div><div align="center">e no teu corpo o mar, </div><div align="center">e todo o mundo a nascer, </div><div align="center">e as palavras, </div><div align="center">como uma onda na garganta, </div><div align="center">com o sal a rebentar, </div><div align="center">e eu sabendo-me, </div><div align="center">a seguir-te o rasto em silêncio, </div><div align="center">para subir-te em degraus, </div><div align="center">e à porta do teu amor, </div><div align="center">nesse tempo onde ficamos, </div><div align="center">acendidos pelos lábios, </div><div align="center">no meio de palavras lentas, </div><div align="center">a tua boca como dicionário, </div><div align="center">daqueles, </div><div align="center">em todas as línguas de um língua só nossa, </div><div align="center">porque inventamos onde os outros esquecem, </div><div align="center">e abres-te, </div><div align="center">para que eu entre na tua casa, </div><div align="center">a noite toda até que se curve o dia, </div><div align="center">e escreves o sentir nas minhas costas, </div><div align="center">e todas as gotas de orvalho juntas, </div><div align="center">porque sou assim no teu corpo, </div><div align="center">no teu nome, </div><div align="center">por dentro do teu nome, </div><div align="center">sou assim, </div><div align="center">carne desta coisa quase poema, </div><div align="center">porque este é o reino, </div><div align="center">e tu, </div><div align="center">aRainha. </div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-70324257036322078462009-02-10T18:13:00.002+00:002009-02-10T18:17:24.575+00:00Um poema d`AmoR<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuq2hVPHKrmLFb4NiuzY_ddg6xeYzJCAqcE9unKG8aokx0Bd_6-wudDZ5Ol1NVpCTd2vsBf31IObWorZBuimNVyKG0CYsQMmqbbCXeJC6lyNvrIFB7f2tdC8qoPHxjXLD-2074kxq00aI/s1600-h/2179871.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301233811063983794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuq2hVPHKrmLFb4NiuzY_ddg6xeYzJCAqcE9unKG8aokx0Bd_6-wudDZ5Ol1NVpCTd2vsBf31IObWorZBuimNVyKG0CYsQMmqbbCXeJC6lyNvrIFB7f2tdC8qoPHxjXLD-2074kxq00aI/s400/2179871.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Amo-te</strong></span></div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-39136092901520676952009-01-09T14:11:00.002+00:002011-03-24T22:42:06.261+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0_y2DXn5SeZHh_gmrplBIgvZYMcM0MU01wuimKRWcQqWrb3YF9UWVhitAfmPrOVBYXUj1TxAJSHwcAJ7G3f3k3S0A86O8UQ-IGe11jTg-EvMRVOGJjhezNRM6DBQQuVaz5JE0oThg-M/s1600-h/2455264.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289296575831992002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0_y2DXn5SeZHh_gmrplBIgvZYMcM0MU01wuimKRWcQqWrb3YF9UWVhitAfmPrOVBYXUj1TxAJSHwcAJ7G3f3k3S0A86O8UQ-IGe11jTg-EvMRVOGJjhezNRM6DBQQuVaz5JE0oThg-M/s400/2455264.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Há palavras que nos beijam, ontem</div><div align="center"><br />da boca de onde nunca saí, vermelha</div><div align="center"><br />e escrevo-te nessa cor.</div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-16515120097266563702009-01-08T15:09:00.002+00:002011-03-24T22:42:18.546+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8MaJhfyQ0RvXQZPLLtOEkbMUsAJj-d6I9JsxhozcyB8m9tyVBPXGKBF-kEGGSSXgJLtavscJBOtZRDmnGGgxDhDcAkjRnnScvYgB5aWaYmqUvcwOfOxPvigjqMG9YooLXT6By9mv9XfE/s1600-h/2425983.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288941061199841026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8MaJhfyQ0RvXQZPLLtOEkbMUsAJj-d6I9JsxhozcyB8m9tyVBPXGKBF-kEGGSSXgJLtavscJBOtZRDmnGGgxDhDcAkjRnnScvYgB5aWaYmqUvcwOfOxPvigjqMG9YooLXT6By9mv9XfE/s400/2425983.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Sou alguém que te olha de longe, </div><div align="center">E quem me dera que fosses sempre os meus olhos, </div><div align="center">E que tu sejas, </div><div align="center">Quem pede que eles não se fechem, </div><div align="center">Para que eles possam cair, </div><div align="center">Onde os sorrisos explodem, </div><div align="center">E nessa boca, o horizonte. </div><div align="center">Sabias? </div><div align="center">Sabes, </div><div align="center">Eu quero que saibas, </div><div align="center">Quero que sintas, </div><div align="center">Sentir, </div><div align="center">Como a faca, a carne e o <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>sangue</strong></span>, </div><div align="center">E o <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>sol</strong></span>, </div><div align="center">Numa folha de papel, </div><div align="center">E mais palavras para eu escrever-te, </div><div align="center">E um hífen, </div><div align="center">Daqueles que separam para juntar, </div><div align="center">Um verbo e tu, </div><div align="center">Conjugado no presente, </div><div align="center">Porque só vivemos hoje, </div><div align="center">Lá no cimo, </div><div align="center">Onde os ramos das árvores ainda existem, </div><div align="center">Onde sei que me esperas, </div><div align="center">E onde sabes que aguardo-te, </div><div align="center">Amor-sempre. </div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-87683184541915275242008-12-25T21:41:00.001+00:002011-03-24T22:42:45.838+00:00oM Ã E<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGPJhfxOZnxmnxcdnt0XNtd_e2BqZfSkchSuLoIIQfgifZuvkAeS4P4GgHuR0-cw7osvDBH6z_CKR1jw6ouISHKy_Lhch1hpZfTrmbc-abHpKoAHwZxAwPrT20UgrjLiuf3fJ67zFkMU/s1600-h/comfortablesilence.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283846198045103954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGPJhfxOZnxmnxcdnt0XNtd_e2BqZfSkchSuLoIIQfgifZuvkAeS4P4GgHuR0-cw7osvDBH6z_CKR1jw6ouISHKy_Lhch1hpZfTrmbc-abHpKoAHwZxAwPrT20UgrjLiuf3fJ67zFkMU/s400/comfortablesilence.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773116231677166312.post-70008027542504860782008-10-27T17:03:00.005+00:002008-10-27T17:12:07.649+00:00Zech - 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iCmJFSnozGs5RDZKbZQfTjuInjOMoaBO5vkH2bM39Gs3cw4JWeoMzz8T9Szg1K4SczTpGv3Tf3-prt6R1do9nRFqvrHklVyxsotUy8GsjBYfEfls-M7C7PN69MKVy-ssxtKVE3wAt1I/s1600-h/DSLR_wantuch_XL_04[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261882399800304274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iCmJFSnozGs5RDZKbZQfTjuInjOMoaBO5vkH2bM39Gs3cw4JWeoMzz8T9Szg1K4SczTpGv3Tf3-prt6R1do9nRFqvrHklVyxsotUy8GsjBYfEfls-M7C7PN69MKVy-ssxtKVE3wAt1I/s400/DSLR_wantuch_XL_04%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Waclaw -</span></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">haverá por certo na lingua uma mais qualquer </div><br /><div align="center">coisa</div><br /><div align="center">assim como se uma casa antiga</div><br /><div align="center">e alta</div><br /><div align="center">junto ao mar</div><br /><div align="center">onde eléctricas rebatem as ondeantes vagas</div><br /><div align="center">porque a lingua é por certo mais do que as duas ou </div><br /><div align="center">três aprendidas formulas do ar</div><br /><div align="center">do fogo e das ciências</div><br /><div align="center">da literatura e da geral administração e outras tendências</div><br /><div align="center">pois acredito que se pode subir assim pela lingua </div><br /><div align="center">como se sobem</div><br /><div align="center">escadas</div><br /><div align="center">e com uma leve inclinação da cabeça</div><br /><div align="center">tocar e ser tocado por alguém</div><br /><div align="center">não pela lingua dos dias concretos</div><br /><div align="center">e externos</div><br /><div align="center">mas pela lingua daquela casa alta e absoluta </div><br /><div align="center">que vibra por dentro da carne</div><br /><div align="center">assim estancada alta e na boca já pura </div><br /><blockquote><br /><p align="center"></p></blockquote><br /><div align="center">ou como diria o poeta:</div><br /><blockquote><br /><p align="center"></p></blockquote><br /><div align="center">"pela noite secreta dos caminhos iguais</div><br /><div align="center">o poeta dá à pata como os outros animais"</div>oMortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446288827993417218noreply@blogger.com2