tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42823800423636839482012-01-30T15:37:28.644-02:00Por que ESBOÇO Poético? A resposta é simples. Por acreditar que minhas produções são apenas rascunhos, debuxos, ESBOÇOS de algo que, talvez, nunca chegará ao seu contorno exato e acabado. Esboço, pois a procura da forma e palavra certa é constante. Uma eterna busca pela Poesia Ideal que (in)felizmente não será encontrada.Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282380042363683948.post-54311114774281520062009-09-17T23:06:00.005-03:002009-09-17T23:10:27.822-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/SrLrnXn7ZtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_wrTPAxiepI/s1600-h/fresta.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/SrLrnXn7ZtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_wrTPAxiepI/s200/fresta.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382623566250075858" border="0" /></a><br />sol não grato<br />invasão pela fresta<br />despertar irritado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282380042363683948-5431111477428152006?l=esbocopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282380042363683948.post-49492431627828366732009-09-02T23:05:00.004-03:002009-09-05T08:49:00.142-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/Sp8tHspaNJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4W1qW0NU_hA/s1600-h/IMAG0011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377066090370839698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/Sp8tHspaNJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4W1qW0NU_hA/s200/IMAG0011.JPG" /></a><br />tortura permanente<br />o navio encalhado<br /><a href="http://sensivelaosolhos.blogspot.com/">mil mares</a> a sua frente<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282380042363683948-4949243162782836673?l=esbocopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282380042363683948.post-7307409469998313412009-08-21T14:40:00.003-03:002009-08-21T14:43:17.703-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/So7cUR7ETsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sneg0ZJXJ7Q/s1600-h/cadeiras+do+senado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/So7cUR7ETsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sneg0ZJXJ7Q/s200/cadeiras+do+senado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372473646466223810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">milhões roubados</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">cadeira no senado</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">não há culpados</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282380042363683948-730740946999831341?l=esbocopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282380042363683948.post-66738794125580520102009-07-25T12:30:00.007-03:002009-08-06T00:48:59.136-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/Smsmr1aYF4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/lMOAloDKIxQ/s1600-h/OLHAR%~1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362422315828647810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/Smsmr1aYF4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/lMOAloDKIxQ/s200/OLHAR%25~1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />A palavra não consegue traduzir<br /><div>pode, por vez, é causar trauma, </div><div>mas os olhos, esses sim podem luzir</div><div>todo sentimento que habita n'alma.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282380042363683948-6673879412558052010?l=esbocopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282380042363683948.post-52534879717599789642009-07-17T10:38:00.004-03:002009-07-17T10:41:23.662-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/SmB_AweyfEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q2S3mul5RiE/s1600-h/chuva+janela.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359423207561657410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/SmB_AweyfEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q2S3mul5RiE/s200/chuva+janela.jpg" /></a><br /><div>sem trégua</div><div>chove aos montes</div><div>cega janela</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282380042363683948-5253487971759978964?l=esbocopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282380042363683948.post-14897808749498832322009-07-17T10:22:00.004-03:002009-07-17T12:40:50.055-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/SmB9DhNXARI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sc-RRdVx3_8/s1600-h/Brisa.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359421055978373394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/SmB9DhNXARI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sc-RRdVx3_8/s200/Brisa.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />gela a face<br />com beijo terno<br />saúda o inverno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282380042363683948-1489780874949883232?l=esbocopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282380042363683948.post-40799647910592631092009-07-16T11:39:00.011-03:002009-07-16T23:11:16.513-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/Sl9B-ClKvPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hKZtnXolOy0/s1600-h/chuvas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074615694638322" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/Sl9B-ClKvPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hKZtnXolOy0/s200/chuvas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Era inverno, noite fechada, fria e chuvosa<br />Embaixo da marquise encharcada a tremer<br />Uma menina aos prantos tentando entender<br />O porquê de a vida lhe ser tão maldosa<br /><br />E um homem que por ali passava<br />Vendo a cena, franze o cenho horrorizado<br />E tomado é por tanta raiva<br />Que a Deus acusa de mascarado<br /><br />Pobre homem "superior" à divindade<br />Tão irrisório é o seu sentimento<br />Que não dura mais que um momento<br /><br />E segue a vida em total imparcialidade<br />Faz-se silêncio, cessa o pranto, finda o tormento<br />Renasce a menina à paz da eternidade.</span> </p><p align="left"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282380042363683948-4079964791059263109?l=esbocopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282380042363683948.post-28649956913497473222009-07-15T16:38:00.007-03:002009-08-06T00:52:46.520-03:00<p align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/Sl4xS8IIFbI/AAAAAAAAADI/5Vp_g0Z-VDg/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&shy;tulo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358774808065086898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8RA8u4eWV7Y/Sl4xS8IIFbI/AAAAAAAAADI/5Vp_g0Z-VDg/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Ah meu Deus, meu peito não aguenta</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Essa angustiante e imensa dor</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Não há na Terra igual tormenta</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Que a incerteza de um amor </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Ao declarar-lhe em louvor</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Todo o amor que me alimenta</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">A inconstância da amada traz temor</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">E a angustia n'alma só aumenta </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Ah minha doce e amada criatura</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Quem dera ouvir-te em verdade</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Que me amas e que não é desventura </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Que a incerteza não era realidade</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Mas se a imparcialidade na tua face perdura</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Prefiro um "não" a sofrer toda a eternidade.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282380042363683948-2864995691349747322?l=esbocopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Equipe tira na camisetanoreply@blogger.com2