tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91767784085954258132024-03-12T20:20:24.265-07:00Contém AçúcarMaria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-7480341129063727162020-01-15T13:05:00.003-08:002020-01-15T13:09:14.492-08:00Eterno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Sou a Rocha</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Em que as águas batem</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Meu olhar sobre o mar</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">As espera</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Nesse cenário que a todo tempo muda</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Permaneço</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Anoiteço</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Amanheço</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Observo, ora, a quietude, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Ora, os ventos furiosos</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Em nenhuma estação estou</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Permaneço mudando</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Permaneço me transformando.</span></b><br />
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<br />Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-56030131853733127292018-10-12T16:18:00.001-07:002018-10-12T16:21:11.641-07:00No Sol que me Abraça<div align="center">
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKnsZ3yoX1A/R7IAtG8rr5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/X94UQyjOR_87P5Cb5rqpZ8NdS0m-J3hvwCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/delicata.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKnsZ3yoX1A/R7IAtG8rr5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/X94UQyjOR_87P5Cb5rqpZ8NdS0m-J3hvwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/delicata.jpg" width="249" /></a><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"> </span></b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Para minha irmã </span></b></i></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Mesmo que a linda rosa </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Morra em botão</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">A vida insiste em continuar</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">No sol que me abraça</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Na música que enlaça</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Para além da vidraça</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">No muito, ou pouco, que se faça</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Lá ela está, a vida, sem medida,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sem atrasos, </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">A nos esperar.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">No minuto que já se foi</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Mesmo com a ausência silente</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Dos que amamos um dia</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Seguimos, tontos, ainda</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Pelo mesmo, mas todo dia renovado,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Caminho antes percorrido.</span></b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-88609017026887367062018-10-12T16:00:00.001-07:002018-10-12T16:00:41.510-07:00No contar dos Dias<div align="center">
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Recolho, às vezes, minhas cores</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Deixando o sóbrio branco reinar</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">No contar dos dias</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Ainda que exista o improvável</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Por entre as horas</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">De quem já se cansou de esperar</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Na sombra misteriosa dos dias</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">A primavera com seu feitiço prima</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Solto um grito entalado na garganta</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Ao ver que ainda, no céu, existem </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Pássaros absurdamente livres</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Colho, então, minhas tempestades</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Para que delas eu possa um dia fazer</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Revelando meus segredos a alguém</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Um caminho rendado de flores</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Onde possa, enfim, chegar além</span></b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-78453631705220008062018-01-08T16:09:00.000-08:002018-01-12T13:20:36.162-08:00Profundezas<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Carrego em mim</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Uma melancolia</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Uma janela fechada em dias frios</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">O som agudo que sai dos violinos</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">A natureza bruta das montanhas</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">O silêncio dos abismos</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Não me entristece o que sinto</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Suponho apenas </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Que no mergulho dessas águas profundas</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Onde sei respirar</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Ancoro minhas dúvidas e certezas</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">E, num outro momento,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Sou guiada a retornar.</span></b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-85595314793053499322017-07-02T12:03:00.001-07:002017-07-02T12:05:44.619-07:00Pólen<div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">
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<strong>Este vento fresco traz<br />Um pólen que germina em meu rosto</strong></div>
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<strong>Contemplando o tempo se despindo</strong></div>
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<strong>Indicando o teu certeiro caminho</strong></div>
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<strong>Na música que aqui me encanta</strong></div>
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<strong>Acordes que levitam</strong></div>
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<strong>Sublime como a garça sobre a lagoa</strong></div>
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<strong>Voando alto entre as tuas sobrancelhas.</strong></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-18632948432479954472017-07-02T11:14:00.001-07:002018-01-09T07:24:12.694-08:00Aquele Rio<br />
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<b>Este Rio</b></div>
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<b>Em busca de seu destino.</b></div>
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<b>O deslizar de suas águas</b></div>
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<b>Quando abandona um lugar</b></div>
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<b> Aromas</b></div>
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<b> Memórias</b></div>
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<b> Vida.</b></div>
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<b>Apesar de ter partido,</b></div>
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<b>Permanece lá,</b></div>
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<b>Algo daquele Rio</b></div>
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<b>Algo de mim</b></div>
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<b>Permanece lá.</b></div>
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<b>Há em nós, coisas, emoções </b></div>
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<b>Que somente encontraremos </b></div>
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<b>Ao voltar.</b></div>
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<b>Àquele Rio.</b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-73848689477232948112015-04-19T15:36:00.003-07:002015-04-19T15:36:55.526-07:00Alma Cigana<div align="center">
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<strong>Baila um vulto de mulher</strong></div>
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<strong>Desfazendo-se das misérias do cotidiano</strong></div>
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<strong>Na neblina densa de todo mistério</strong></div>
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<strong>Seduzida pela breve liberdade</strong></div>
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<strong>De uma alquimia de rara beleza...</strong></div>
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<strong>Transformando poeira em poesia!...</strong></div>
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<strong>Pés descalços sobre a terra</strong></div>
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<strong>Escolhas temidas e tristes abandonos</strong></div>
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<strong>Se escondem no rápido movimento de seu corpo.</strong></div>
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<strong>Sob o olhar da lua em chamas</strong></div>
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<strong>Todo ritual a fecunda</strong></div>
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<strong>Numa realidade própria</strong></div>
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<strong>De uma alma cigana.</strong></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-61528343077768263082013-11-06T16:43:00.003-08:002013-11-06T16:43:27.813-08:00Entre as Margens<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Gosto do silêncio<br />Porque nele ouço minhas próprias vozes<br /><br />Gosto da escuridão<br />Porque nela posso ver meus próprios fantasmas<br /><br />Gosto do Hiato<br />Onde surgem minhas próprias fantasias<br /><br />Gosto de paredes brancas<br />Onde projeto o meu próprio filme<br /><br />É no silêncio<br />No Escuro<br />No Hiato<br />Onde nasço<br />Onde surjo<br />Onde existo<br /><br />Porque são entre as margens que os rios correm<br />São entre os parênteses que reside o significado<br />São entre as montanhas que existem os ecos<br />São entre os medos que sobrevivem os sonhos.</span></span></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-68219009143793997452013-08-25T14:38:00.001-07:002013-08-25T15:02:38.310-07:00Memórias<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Um grito</div>
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Ecoa no silêncio das minhas memórias</div>
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Tanto há que se explorar</div>
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Nas idades à que vim a possuir.</div>
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Tantos os meios de encontrar</div>
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Por meio às flores que recebi</div>
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Tantos caminhos à voltar </div>
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Nas imagens que, em uma vida, eu vi.</div>
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<br />Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-40074385594757836082013-07-31T13:54:00.001-07:002013-07-31T13:54:36.218-07:00Sobre o Amor<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: <span class="Apple-style-span">O Beijo , Gustav Klint</span></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Quando toquei</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>E inutilmente esperei resposta,</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Errei.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Quando abraçei </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>E inutilmente esperei retorno,</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Acordei.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>O amor é um eco </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>da própria voz</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>no coração do outro.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Quando é possível ouví-lo</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Fascina</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Faz - sina...</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Amar, verbo intransitivo,</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Bem disse o poeta.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>O amor nasce da sua própria fonte</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">E</span> deságua sobre aqueles que têm sede.</b></span></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-81658965659658459532013-05-28T11:01:00.003-07:002013-09-15T16:06:31.590-07:00Sobre Nós Dois<br />
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Segue , agora, você</div>
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Que adiante lhe espero</div>
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No caminho que temos a percorrer<br />
Porque somos ainda imaturos</div>
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Para tão intenso sentimento</div>
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Segue, agora, você</div>
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Que este mundo nos é insuficiente</div>
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Para tanta liberdade</div>
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Porque nossos passos ainda pequenos</div>
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Não conseguem alcançar</div>
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O horizonte de nossas emoções</div>
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Ao abrir os dedos da mão</div>
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Ainda molhados com o meu suor</div>
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Seguirás a tua trajetória</div>
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E eu, passo a passo,</div>
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Sentirei o seu ácido perfume</div>
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Em cada lembrança</div>
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Segue, agora, você</div>
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Que o amanhã, talvez,</div>
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Nos reserve novo encontro</div>
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E neste instante, possamos ver</div>
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Que ainda somos crianças</div>
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E em tão intenso amor</div>
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Possamos, enfim, nos reconhecer.</div>
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<br />Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-60242033588559935402013-02-08T01:56:00.001-08:002013-02-08T01:57:01.568-08:00Fugitivos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Seus contornos me rodeiam</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Num espécie de raro torpor</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Jorram palavras não ditas</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Desejando a frase quase maldita</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Em ti, com tonturas, encontro</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Algo similar que temia perder</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Te encontro, sem nitidez, antes da minha partida</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sem perceber...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">E agora, o que fazer?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Se antes do claro amanhecer</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Um amor, bêbado, nos flagrou?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Lá fora, a vida aflita devora</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Cada pedaço perdido do desvario</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Ofegante respiração entrecortada...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Lembranças, bruscas, fragmentadas...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Uma mera coincidência de amar</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">No espaço, num instante de olhar</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Juntos, medo de perder...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Separados, medo de encontrar...</span></b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-54964299475792263712013-01-27T13:01:00.002-08:002013-01-27T13:01:44.260-08:00Verde Pai<div align="center">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Ao meu Pai</b></i></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>, Harvey, que hoje completaria 75 anos </i></span> </b></span></h4>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>O Verde da sua roupa</b></span><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sempre te roubou um pouco de mim.<br /><br />Os acordes de suas notas</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sempre estiveram presentes<br />Como fundo musical</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Em nossas vidas.<br /><br />Agudos e graves nos seus dedos</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Ao tocar um instrumento,<br /> Ecoam eternamente nos meus ouvidos; </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Das muitas casas onde vivemos </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Guardo a mesma lembrança de você:</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Uma bela </b></span> </span><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">criança que se recusou a crescer.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br />Você fez da minha vida uma linda canção<br />E a herança que deixaste para mim</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Traduziu o seu grande tesouro:</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sua sensibilidade e sua arte</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Que soa eternamente como música</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">E saudade no meu coração.</span></b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-69263609216701150202013-01-05T03:07:00.000-08:002013-07-31T13:50:07.573-07:00Sobre o Amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: <span class="Apple-style-span">O Beijo , Gustav Klint</span></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Quando toquei</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>E inutilmente esperei resposta,</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Errei.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Quando abracei </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>E inutilmente esperei retorno,</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Acordei.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>O amor é um eco </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>da própria voz</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>no coração do outro.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Quando é possível ouví-lo</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Fascina</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Faz - sina...</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Amar, verbo intransitivo,</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Bem disse o poeta.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>O amor nasce da sua própria fonte</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">E</span> deságua sobre aqueles que têm sede.</b></span></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-62615310099459774872012-12-17T06:52:00.000-08:002012-12-17T06:52:01.663-08:00Construção<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">Sou mais do que o antes<br />E menos ainda do que o depois<br />Sou o que já se forma<br />O que já se transforma<br />Sem formas<br />Sou o que soa<br />Sou o que se reforma<br />Sou Pessoa<br /><br />Da palavra que nasce<br />Com o próprio jeito<br />Inovando sempre a cópia<br />Sou sujeito<br /><br />Sujeita a tempestades<br />Sujeita a calmarias<br />Ora sou inteira<br />Ora sou metades<br /><br />Singular ou plural<br />As vezes sou o verbo<br />O que consente<br />O que há, dentro ou fora<br />Sou o que sente.</span></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-91808317741934385672012-11-15T04:38:00.000-08:002018-10-12T16:13:51.095-07:00O Sol que me Abraça<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Para minha irmã </span></b></i></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Mesmo que a rosa </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Morra em botão</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">A vida continua...</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">No sol que me abraça</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Na música que enlaça</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Para além da vidraça</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">No muito, ou pouco, que se faça</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Lá ela está, a vida, sem medida,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sem atrasos, </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">A nos esperar.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">No minuto que já se foi</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Mesmo com a ausência silente</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Dos que amamos um dia</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Seguimos ainda</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Pelo mesmo, mas todo dia renovado,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Caminho antes percorrido.</span></b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-55907636526883025562012-11-11T05:31:00.001-08:002012-11-11T05:31:15.159-08:00A Pérola e o Oceano<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span><br />
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<strong>Um colar de pérolas se desfez</strong></div>
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<strong>Várias delas se espalharam</strong></div>
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<strong>Sabendo, cada qual , o seu destino</strong></div>
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<strong>Correndo apressadas para o fundo do oceano</strong></div>
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<strong>Feito um labirinto percorrido e desvendado</strong></div>
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<strong>Todo o mar, ansioso, as aguardava</strong></div>
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<strong>Como amantes distantes que não se vêem</strong></div>
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<strong>Apenas sonham um com o outro</strong></div>
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<strong>E no reencontro tardio,</strong></div>
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<strong>Soluçam felicidade...</strong></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-57789445940650426542012-11-09T07:34:00.004-08:002012-11-09T07:35:40.726-08:00Medieval<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Em pálidos momentos</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Correm como antes</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Os tempos vindouros</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Castanhos e tristonhos</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Nas tardes afins.</span></b> </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sem lampejo,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sem audácia,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Correm entre o fogo</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Das chamas de um breve beijo</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Nas lembranças de mim.</span></b> </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">E o cálice embriagado espreita,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">repousa a turva bebida</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">que ontem cansada abandonei.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Uma brisa na clara cortina</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Esvoaça a densa neblina</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">De um dia sem fim.</span></b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-9880828472245509482012-10-16T10:41:00.000-07:002012-10-16T10:41:35.694-07:00Primavera<div align="center">
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">É chegada a hora</span></strong></div>
<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Onde a poda se faz necessária</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">De galhos que ontem floresceram</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">E Hoje, maduros, se deixarem morrer...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">É chegado o tempo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Da pequenina semente germinada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Em épocas passadas, solta e abandonada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Romper a terra, aflita, em busca do sol...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">De mãos, outrora, contidas e atadas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Em busca de saciar a fome</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Prepararem, seguras, a próxima refeição...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Pois que, a primavera já nos surpreende</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Com um corte silente e profundo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Em cada esperançoso coração.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">À procura de novos sonhos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Aproxima-se a furiosa correnteza</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Que lava todas as angústias enternecidas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">E faz nascer uma flor em cada dedo da mão.</span></strong> </div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-79033616759601129842012-09-12T10:11:00.001-07:002012-09-12T10:11:44.517-07:00Voltas do Tempo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">As tranças do meu cabelo<br />Estão guardadas no armário<br />Envolvidas em papel de seda<br />Juntamente com minha infância<br /><br />Naquelas tardes onde as flores<br />Exalavam mais o seu perfume<br />E onde o sol teimava em não dormir<br />Guardo todas minhas lembranças<br /><br />Chinelos nos pés<br />Conversas pueris<br />Liberdade extrema<br />Paixões febris<br /><br />Nas voltas do meu tempo<br />Todo tempo volta a cada instante</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Por vezes, ele se eterniza</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Onde posso , de longe, ver<br />A criança que não soube crescer<br />Com seus encantos e mistérios,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Fez o ponteiro do relógio derreter</span></b></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-86610701935200673362012-09-05T09:33:00.000-07:002012-09-05T09:33:22.059-07:00Varanda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Moça na Janela- Salvador Dali </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">Debruçada sobre a pedra<br />Que sustenta a imensa varanda<br />Vejo nuvens de lembranças<br />Onde ao amanhecer<br />Formam a densa neblina<br /><br />Paisagens se vão<br />Carregadas pelos ventos fortes<br />Que o tempo nos impõe...<br />Corredores de imagens<br />Que vida afora<br />Se formam como quadros na parede<br /><br />Folhas desgarradas formam outras árvores<br />Reaproveitando tudo<br />O que, antes, já foi criado<br /><br />Depois da ventania<br />Encontro sua mão<br />E o que fica a partir de então,<br />É o mistério alegre e triste<br />De quem chega e de quem parte.</span></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-20379409466200217362012-09-04T12:28:00.000-07:002012-09-04T12:28:21.582-07:00Pássaro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sob a luz da janela</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Suas asas parecem mais coloridas e brilhantes</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sorrateiro vôo da madrugada</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Que no escuro da noite</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Silenciam sua intensa liberdade</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Seu sempre calmo olhar</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">De imponência e doçura</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sabedoria nata, milenar</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Que vem no tempo lapidada</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Movimento lento, silente</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Internece a quem te olha,</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Pássaro gigante</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Para além da linha paralela que te sustenta</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sobe o horizonte , feito de ar e poesia</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Onde nasce e morre minha inquietude</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Entremeio nas dobraduras de papel</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">É feito o enlace da harmonia</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sobe e desce em meus cabelos</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Eleve e leve o meu pensamento.</span></strong></div>
Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-83423850732677827752012-08-13T09:36:00.002-07:002012-08-14T14:16:56.123-07:00Entre as Margens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Gosto do silêncio<br />Porque nele ouço minhas próprias vozes<br /><br />Gosto da escuridão<br />Porque nela posso ver meus próprios fantasmas<br /><br />Gosto do Hiato<br />Onde surgem minhas próprias fantasias<br /><br />Gosto de paredes brancas<br />Onde projeto o meu próprio filme<br /><br />É no silêncio<br />No Escuro<br />No Hiato<br />Onde nasço<br />Onde surjo<br />Onde existo<br /><br />Porque são entre as margens que os rios correm<br />São entre os parênteses que reside o significado<br />São entre as montanhas que existem os ecos<br />São entre os medos que sobrevivem os sonhos</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"> Um caminho parece solitário,<br />Visto que cada caminho é único<br />É estreito,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"> Um passo,<br />De cada vez...<br /><br />A solidão necessária do existir<br />A solidão de ser<br />Resnascer a cada instante<br />E saber-se singular<br /><br />A dor de existir-se<br />De saber-se</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"> Crescer , sem deixar de ser criança<br />Aproximar a palavra ao pensamento,<br />Aproximar a escrita ao sentir<br /><br />Um caminho de um só<br />Ser só<br />Só ser<br />Como a flor não pode esconder sua cor<br />Nem o sol esconder seu brilho</span></div>Maria Regina de Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047noreply@blogger.com1