tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054829338017628402011-07-28T17:18:04.774-03:00Quanta PalavraAqui estão e serão publicados meus poemas escritos em vários tempos e lugares. A postagem segue uma ordem aleatória (ou desordem), sem hierarquia temporal ou qualquer outro critério. Despretensiosa, a minha escrita não se filia a nenhuma corrente literária ou movimento cultural. Quem escreve sabe: a escrita é um antídoto contra a insanidade do mundo. Dentre outras inutilidades.
Os poemas não estão na sua formatação final, cabendo modificações que poderei efetuar a qualquer tempo.João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.comBlogger1101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-87169920671830723432011-05-28T11:34:00.001-03:002011-05-28T11:35:09.936-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>ATERRO [DESTERRO]</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Aqui onde não se esconde o lixo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">se oculta a memória.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Vestígios do existir:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">excesso de uns,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">fome de outros,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">restos de fluidos carnais,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">descarte dos amores,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">imagens do luxo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Aqui onde se sepulta o lixo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">escorrem lágrimas da terra.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Aqui se misturam lágrimas venenosas e</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">fétidas </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">com o fluxo das águas límpidas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Aqui se mesclam emoções de plástico </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">com corações de papel,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">com olhos de vidro.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Aqui nos esquecemos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">para que outros se lembrem de nós.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Aqui os restos de vida bailam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Aqui os excluídos da vida reafirmam a existência</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">18/05/11</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8716992067183072343?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-10074836670411619682010-06-01T17:18:00.000-03:002010-06-01T17:18:18.788-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">SOLAR</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">lenta é a agonia da paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">nesses breves dias</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">sombras e sobras </span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">vão se evaporando</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">agora os animais imaginários </span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">feitos de nuvens</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">se exibem plácidos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">outra vez</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">agora o sol</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">visita este lugar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">01.06.2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1007483667041161968?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-52475532434105143162010-06-01T14:13:00.001-03:002010-06-01T14:30:16.945-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>VAZIO II</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">fique no passado</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">seu lugar agora</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">agora eu ponho o vazio</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">no seu lugar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">es(vazio) seu lugar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">falta não </span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">agora a falta </span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">é um lugar para quem vem</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">tudo que foi tão bom</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">é você aí no passado</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">01.06.2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5247553243410514316?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-3795190381160582762010-05-08T11:59:00.000-03:002010-05-08T11:59:52.897-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">MEMÓRIA</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tanto</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Quanto o que sei</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">É o que não sei</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que vem em torrentes</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Em vagas intermitentes</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Lacunares</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tanto que sei</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">[Memória]</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">É tanto o que esqueci</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tanto quanto está na pele</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Na memória que não emerge</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tudo está lá</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Em algum lugar como marcas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Aciono sem querer</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">[Movo e sou movido]</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">A bagagem da memória</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Me carrega e eu a carrego</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Em mim.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">08.05.2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-379519038116058276?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-72043159412222119292010-05-01T09:11:00.000-03:002010-05-01T09:11:54.985-03:00<span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">ESBOÇO</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">a vida é esboço perdido</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">onde consta o inusitado</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">quase descontrole</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">constante fluir</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">cotidiano sempre novo</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">com um novo velho sol</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">(inexorável)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">fruição: destino e escolha</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">a vida é esboço perdido</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">onde não consta manual.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">01.05.2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7204315941222211929?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-42151131435922178602010-04-30T23:15:00.002-03:002010-04-30T23:20:40.045-03:00<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">DE NOVO</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">meu delírio <br />é que você não mente<br /><br />[hesito adiante]<br /><br />frente ao espelho<br />minto</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">a verdade, <br />toda a verdade<br />não pode ser escrita<br /><br />não há ouvidos suficientes<br />para escutar a verdade<br /><br />tento não mentir tanto <br />para mim mesmo<br /><br />a mentira precisa ser dita<br />nem sempre muitas vezes<br /><br />as faces se sobrepõem<br />misturo todas<br />tento tudo outra vez.<br /><br />30.04.2010</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-4215113143592217860?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-73688896932317018902010-04-29T21:47:00.000-03:002010-04-29T21:47:26.497-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>VERÃO</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>os longos crepúsculos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>não resistem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>às suas primeiras palavras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>sua pele toca o mundo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>sigo assim seu rumo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>nesses longos crepúsculos.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>26.04.2010</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7368889693231701890?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-89701316402371013452010-04-29T19:36:00.000-03:002010-04-29T19:36:38.942-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>SE</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>e se eu decidir silenciar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>não mais medir o tempo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>esvaziar seu espaço</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>e definir que você não mais existirá?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>faço luto</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>lucro ainda</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>enquanto o tempo se sobrepõe</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>nega tudo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>desfaz o que é feito de matéria vã</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>e se eu silenciar?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>26.04.2010</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8970131640237101345?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-6043024652752668292010-04-29T19:20:00.000-03:002010-04-29T19:20:09.672-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>FEBRES</strong></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>depois que as febres e os suores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>vão se dissipando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>e as dores vão se amenizando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>olho no céu sem nuvens</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>outra vez a linha do céu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>o horizonte de todas as vidas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>os sentidos recobram sua nitidez</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>até o paladar volta ao costume</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>que seria da vida sem estas febres loucas? </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>que nos ensinam </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>da nossa imperfeição?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>que nos dizem </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>da nossa finitude?</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>que nos lembram que tudo passa?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>29.04.2010</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-604302465275266829?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-80917443009023758382010-03-20T11:49:00.002-03:002010-03-20T11:49:19.055-03:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">OS PEIXES</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Os peixes emergem</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Na linha d’água</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Para aproveitar </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As estrelas cadentes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8091744300902375838?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-29147633621568756562010-03-20T11:46:00.002-03:002010-03-20T11:46:22.140-03:00<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">MOLDURA</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Não quero o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Enquadrado </span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Pela janela do meu carro.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2914763362156875656?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-51206835145904182522010-03-20T11:42:00.000-03:002010-03-20T11:42:24.840-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">FUGA</span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">encontro as alucinações</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que me assaltam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">vislumbro seu rosto perdido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">movimentos mecânicos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">além dos músculos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">aquém</span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">algo entre a pergunta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e a resposta:</span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">dúvida, apego, afeto, amor </span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e fuga.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">04.03.2010</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5120683514590418252?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-88037609224888570592010-03-20T11:32:00.001-03:002010-03-20T11:33:56.609-03:00<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">TUDO</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">eu quero de você</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">quase nada</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">mas nada menos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">que amor.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">04.03.2010</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8803760922488857059?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-85529567934118856792010-03-20T11:22:00.002-03:002010-03-20T11:24:42.211-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>RASCUNHO</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>eu sou o centro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>e não me movo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>nem com o novo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>nem com o velho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>ou o intermediário</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>rascunho um tempo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>fora de mim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>escrevo palavras soltas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>a significarem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>para outros</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>algo que nem disse.</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>20.03.2010</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8552956793411885679?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-31035729217344086862010-01-31T23:56:00.002-03:002010-01-31T23:59:03.651-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>SINAL</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Não me siga</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Nem sei o caminho</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Me perco sempre</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>E nem as pedras</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Indicam por onde passei.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">31.01.2010</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3103572921734408686?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-76246463770433743542010-01-31T23:39:00.000-03:002010-01-31T23:39:44.964-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>QUESTÕES</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Para que tanta roupa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Se não é possível esconder </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>A sua mais íntima face?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Para que disfarce </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Se tudo é exposto </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Como nas vitrines?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Para que silenciar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Diante de um coração </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Em movimento acelerado?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Os hermetismos fabricados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Se lançam com fúria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Na vida.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>31.01.2010</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7624646377043374354?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-82478960675985410412010-01-31T23:29:00.000-03:002010-01-31T23:29:34.036-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>LAÇO</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>As palavras contornam a esquina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Se perdem no éter</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Se encontram no poema.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>31.01.2010</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8247896067598541041?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-26663562976254686882010-01-31T23:01:00.001-03:002010-01-31T23:16:24.085-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>PASSAGEM</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>e no entanto, estou aqui</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>prenhe de objetos sem palavras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>e no entanto, o tempo flui</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>o tempo vem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>o tempo estabelece seu império</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>quanta palavra sem que eu saiba onde</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>relógios insinuam apenas o que passou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>o nome do tempo é saudade.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>31.01.2010</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2666356297625468688?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-36903155763519650452009-12-19T10:13:00.000-03:002009-12-19T10:13:34.108-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>SÁBADO</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>neste estado transitório do ser</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>puros sentidos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>tato</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>se instala a saudade nesta ilha</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>em português posso dizer:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>ouço a música do Ira</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>acordo com alegria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>falo com os amigos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>sinto o cheiro da feijoada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>leio o livro do iogue</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>escrevo o poema</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>as imagens pronunciam seu nome</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>suave saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>química</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>doce ausência</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>até que os olhos dêem conta </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>de sua chegada.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>19.12.2009 10h04min sábado</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3690315576351965045?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-51387451274281021162009-11-29T14:41:00.000-03:002009-11-29T14:41:04.780-03:00<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>HOMENGAGEM</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Vou pintar o céu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Dizer sim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Enquanto tanto tudo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Cabe aqui</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Vou aconchegar o sentimento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Ventar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Ler as mensagens das garrafas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Enquanto tanto tudo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Nasce aqui</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Vou pintar o céu </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Com as cores das tintas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>que você quiser.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>29.11.2009</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5138745127428102116?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-18944285412628910172009-11-20T11:25:00.000-03:002009-11-20T11:25:23.018-03:00<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">OS DEUSES ESTÃO ENTRE NÓS</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">as saias giram contra o véu da noite</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">os cantos aceleram as vibrações cardíacas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">os deuses estão entre nós</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">festejam</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">usufruem da comida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">da ambiência humana</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">se agitam</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">as mulheres se agigantam</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">deusas negras</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">da dor extraem a festa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">(secularmente)</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">sagrado e profano</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">festa dos sentidos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">presença negra nos céus</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">onipresença nas terras da bahia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">olgas balançam o ar </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">os deuses estão entre nós.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">20.11.2009</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1894428541262891017?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-49762593093579597632009-11-20T10:52:00.000-03:002009-11-20T10:52:57.968-03:00<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>IMAGEM</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na fotografia dos pensamentos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>(dos meus)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>se revela a sua imagem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na sua fotografia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>aparecerá meu tom</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>minha alegria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>minha paz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na sacada sou eu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>prenhe de lembranças...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>sentidos inflamados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na janela sou eu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na espera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>olho atento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na fotografia é você </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>feliz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>feliz demais</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na casa sou eu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>cheio de expectativas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>então, chegue logo.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>20.11.2009</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-4976259309357959763?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-54629060518646869762009-11-19T20:55:00.001-03:002009-11-19T20:58:40.705-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>ASSIM</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>vou procurar você</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na minha pele</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na minha barba por fazer</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>nas tatuagens da memória</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>vou procurar você </strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>nas sombras que me seguem</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na expressão dos grilos</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>na alegria que move a casa</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>vou encontrar você</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>no vento que traz segredos</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>nas buzinas à toa</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>nos degraus</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>vou encontrar você</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>aqui</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>vou encontrar você</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>em mim</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>vou encontrar você</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>assim</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>vou guardar você</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>aqui assim</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>aqui em mim</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>vou tatuar em você</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>meus resquícios</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>meus vícios</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>minhas alegrias</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>minhas rimas soltas</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>meu amor.</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>19.11.2009</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5462906051864686976?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-18774513024150685242009-11-02T14:37:00.002-03:002009-11-02T14:42:48.632-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>CÉU</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Cá</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Poeira das estrelas</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Canções de amor e alegria</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>deleite</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Cá</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Nós em fricção</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Fronteiras ultrapassadas</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Pele </strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>pele </strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>pele </strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>pele</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Lá fora o sol se esmera</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Parece que a cidade é fantasma</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Não ouvimos os sons</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Música e música </strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>e mais música</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>O amor se instaura</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>O instante, aqui é eterno</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>O céu é você.</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>02.11.2009</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1877451302415068524?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-26980083143972716772009-11-02T11:58:00.000-03:002009-11-02T11:58:23.427-03:00<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">O tempo parou por aqui</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">As estrelas devem estar lá fora</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Desejam participar da festa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem sabemos mais do tempo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem se o sol já nasceu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem se choveu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem sabemos se há nuvens</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">O tempo parou por aqui</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem precisamos de relógio</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esse desejo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Esse momento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Essa vida que nos assalta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Prolonga as horas indefinidamente</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">O tempo parou por aqui</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem mensagens de celular</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem os correios</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem e-mails</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nos alcançam</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Voamos, navegamos, mergulhamos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nas surpresas de nós mesmos.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">O tempo parou por aqui</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Festa dos sentidos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Enlaces</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pura alegria</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Êxtase que nem no Cirque du Soleil</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Meditação</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sexo, toque, suspiros</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Risos, olhares em demasia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">E algo para comer</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Maria Bethânia, Edith Piaf via Bibi:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sons que visitam nosso ninho.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">O tempo parou por aqui</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Inútil calendário</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Um amor se desenha</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">com flores amarelas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Entre quadros e esculturas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">No meio dos livros</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Assim nos invadimos sem parar.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">O tempo parou por aqui.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">02.11.2009</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2698008314397271677?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-72788117745347952452009-10-21T16:22:00.000-03:002009-10-21T16:22:54.571-03:00<strong><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">ESPERA</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">de todos os beijos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">o seu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">apaga os outros</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">de todos os beijos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">o seu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">dispara o enigma</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">de todos os beijos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">o seu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">exige pulsação</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">de todos os beijos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">o seu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">afeta a memória</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">de todos os beijos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">o seu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">fica aqui germinando</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">de todos os beijos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">o seu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">aguarda em mim o seu chamado.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">21.10.2009</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7278811774534795245?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-4001809371908727512009-10-16T10:28:00.000-03:002009-10-16T10:28:26.872-03:00<strong><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">FAÍSCAS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">essa sede de viver tudo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">tudo tocar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">qualquer coisa sentir</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">amar muito e sempre</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">essa ânsia de mais</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">de provar tudo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">de ter todos os prazeres</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">essa inflação de expectativas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">todo o futuro nas mãos:</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">isso produz faíscas</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">16.10.2009</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-400180937190872751?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-20409891462786111072009-10-12T10:51:00.002-03:002009-10-16T10:28:49.582-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>FRICÇÃO</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>estou a um passo do abismo</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>beira</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>fronteira</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>nos liames do que sentimos</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>desejo desvendar o seu desejo</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>que não decifro ainda</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>busca inesgotável</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>que não se conclui em mim</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>que não começa em você</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>silêncio na cidade</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>cá dentro um barulho</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>busca do abismo da beira</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>ainda decifro seus silêncios</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>suas ausências</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>sua presença cintilante</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>sua pele</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>ainda saberei de mim.</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>12.10.2009</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2040989146278611107?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-15565817058666506402009-10-11T01:03:00.000-03:002009-10-11T01:04:55.892-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">LEVEZA</span><br /><br />Você chega assim delicadamente<br />Gestos lânguidos<br />Sorriso largo com os olhos apertados<br />Tudo leveza<br />Saudando um novo dia<br /><br />Não há jeito,<br />Tento adivinhar seus pensamentos<br />Nos seus silêncios ponho palavras<br /><br />Deixa o seu perfume<br />E uma montanha de paz<br />Mesmo que haja algo de tristeza em seu olhar<br /><br />Há no seu olhar uma procura<br />Um desejo<br />Meu desejo se alimenta e se ergue<br />Mansamente<br /><br />Começo o dia com sua visita<br />Com seus sons suaves<br />Com sua voz suave<br />Com seu anel<br />Com sua pulseira de tornozelo<br />Com sua tatuagem<br />Com seus passos leves<br />Pura beleza, tentação<br /><br />O poema sai assim tão sensual<br />Tão casual.<br />As horas ficam mais leves com você<br />O poema sai leve pra você<br /><br />06.10.2009<br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1556581705866650640?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-35601264781483483742009-10-11T01:00:00.000-03:002009-10-11T01:01:29.204-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">O QUE A NOITE TRAZ<br /><br /></span>Os sons da noite se fazem audíveis<br />A marca do relógio<br />O tempo da saudade de quem desconheço<br />Os poemas de Arnaldo Antunes<br />As máquinas com seus silvos repetitivos<br />Tudo insiste em ocupar pedaços da noite<br /><br />Os sons da noite se fazem audíveis<br /><br />Os relógios registram o tempo<br />Os relógios não marcam as marcas<br />Os relógios anunciam uma metáfora de existir<br />Os relógios interrompem o fluxo da vida<br />Os relógios repetem a ficção<br /><br />Esta noite traz um vento desorientado<br />O poeta está perdido na miragem dos pontos de luz<br />As estrelas parecem estar no chão<br />A cidade vai silenciando o dia<br />A noite assoma plena<br />Quando os relógios fixam a hora de dormir<br />Saudade de mim<br />Saudade de ninguém<br />Saudade do futuro<br />Eu aguardo que eu durma e acorde<br />Eu me divido<br />Eu sonho<br />Eu contemplo a cidade<br />Parece que as estrelas estão no chão.<br /><br />01.10.2009<br /><br /> </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3560126478148348374?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-48304630231555046582009-10-11T00:55:00.001-03:002009-10-11T00:56:58.366-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">PÉTALAS<br /></span><br />As pétalas foram espalhadas na varanda<br />Um imenso vazio se apodera<br />De tudo ao redor<br /><br />Quem dera as palavras pudessem ganhar vida<br />Quem dera<br />Quem dera gritar alto sem incomodar os vizinhos<br />Quem dera<br />Quem dera que as pétalas ressuscitassem flores<br />Acordassem flores<br />Quem dera alguém entrasse aqui com flores<br /><br />Quem dera<br />Domar a fera<br />Ferir as dores<br /><br />A cidade está em festa e luzes<br />Olho tudo com distância<br />As pétalas esperam pelos primeiros raios de sol<br />Outra vez acordar<br />Ânimo na sucessão das horas modorrentas<br />Enquanto as pétalas aguardam seu destino.<br /><br />01.10.2009</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-4830463023155504658?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-53416862890418612562009-10-11T00:44:00.002-03:002009-10-11T00:48:21.524-03:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;">TRISTE</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Para Fátima Berenice </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /> </div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Quem disse que o poema não pode ser triste?<br />Quem disse<br />Quem disse que o poeta é triste?<br />Quem disse<br /><br />O poema resiste<br />Triste<br />O poema existe<br />Em riste<br />O poema insiste<br />Triste<br /><br />Quem disse que o poema é triste?<br />Quem disse<br />Quem disse que o poeta não pode ser triste?<br />Quem disse<br /><br />Fátima, o poeta insiste<br />No poema triste<br />Porque o vazio insiste<br />Em riste, a dor persiste<br />A rima rima<br />Mas é triste.<br /><br />01.10.2009</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5341686289041861256?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-69230157215325311982009-06-29T00:07:00.002-03:002009-06-29T00:14:18.729-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">EXERCÍCIO<br /><br /></span>O papel espera as marcas<br />Cores<br />Flores vermelhas<br />dores<br />Amores voláteis<br /><br />O papel aguarda o tempo<br />Lamentos afagos rancores<br />Cansaço dos dias<br /><br />O papel vibra pela letra inútil<br />Palavras fumaça motores<br />Movimento<br />Sons noturnos<br /><br />O papel está inerte<br />vaguidão<br />cores lamentos movimento<br />solidão<br /><br />flores amores cores motores dores<br /><br />o papel espera<br />a alegria bate à porta<br />a alegria bate<br />a alegria<br />a alegria bate<br />a alegria bate à porta<br /><br />28.06.2009<br />João Lopes </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6923015721532531198?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-39312271053146920142009-06-16T22:16:00.003-03:002009-06-18T07:49:12.782-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66ff99;">FLUTUAÇÃO<br /></span><br />o corpo flutua<br />paira sobre a cidade<br />torna-se uno com a vastidão<br /><br />o ser flutua<br />o outro ausente<br />fala comigo<br />um sentimento oceânico atravessa o espaço<br /><br />o corpo flutua<br />pensamentos fixados num objeto único<br /></span></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">o ser flutua<br />calmaria fúria movimento<br />o universo está contido na casa<br />espaço e tempo sem fronteiras<br />paixão<br /><br /><br />14.06.2009<br /><br />João Lopes</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3931227105314692014?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-19598084630974681292009-06-13T12:29:00.001-03:002009-06-13T12:34:17.394-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;">NOTÍCIA DO DIA<br /></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"></span></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">essa atmosfera é memória<br />o corpo sente<br />as marcas da pele<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">resquícios:<br />sons cheiros músicas vinho petiscos<br />peles em atrito<br />pêlos cabelos vozes<br />difícil acordar...<br />sons distantes do dia<br />a cidade, enfim, nos acorda<br />cansaço de um combate sem fim<br />paixão paz paixão paz prazer<br />trégua<br /><br />os dias são outros<br />os dias serão outros<br />outros dias<br />outro amor<br />sinapses por se completar<br />palavras onomatopéias poesia<br />tênue memória<br />vago poema<br />presença ausência presença ausência<br />saudade<br />saudade<br />saudade<br /><br />13.06.2009 12h23min</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1959808463097468129?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-25551150815808284882009-06-11T22:04:00.006-03:002009-06-13T12:35:00.723-03:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">AMANHECERES<br /></span></div></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Amanhece<br />A espera incide<br />Com os primeiros sinais de sol<br /><br />A pele evoca a memória<br />Palavras<br />Carência de palavras<br /><br />A memória do ontem aflora na superfície<br />“Memória da pele”<br />Teu nome é alegria<br />Humor paixão<br /><br />A pele lembra<br />cheiros sons carinhos<br />chamas abraços interjeições<br /><br />Amanhece<br />O dia começa com a voz<br />A voz insiste no dia<br /><br />Os amanheceres são felizes<br />Os amanheceres<br />Serão muitos<br /><br />A memória da minha pele<br />Na sua pele<br />Nem se importa com a colisão entre Vênus e a Terra<br />Amanhã, de novo, novo amanhecer<br />Palavras pele cheiros sons<br /><br />Esta é a crônica da sucessão destes dias<br />Memórias realimentadas todo dia<br />Você chega com o sol<br />Nesses amanheceres felizes.<br /><br />11.06.2009</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2555115081580828488?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-3666060967623560912009-03-19T12:59:00.002-03:002009-03-24T10:43:41.119-03:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66ff99;">O MAR</span><br /><br />Imenso mar<br />A vida escorrega brilhante<br />Em celebração<br />Mar das profundezas abissais<br />Das insularidades<br />Qualquer palavra não o contém</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">abismos<br />Fúria azul.<br /><br />15.01.2003</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-366606096762356091?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-62117899033763460442009-03-19T12:51:00.001-03:002009-03-24T10:44:01.007-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>FOTOSSÍNTESE<br /></strong><br /></span>Quero o sol na minha cabeça<br />Então regurgitarei todas as palavras<br />Fórmulas<br />Modas<br />O mundo nem se lembrará da explosão<br />Da gênese<br />Síntese de todas as belezas<br /><br />Quero o esconderijo do quarto<br />voltar pra casa<br />Sacudir a poeira<br /><br />Kafka que me perdoe<br />Mas o inseto não sou eu<br />Sou cores prismáticas<br />Nas alamedas caóticas<br />trânsito bárbaro<br />dinheiro que rola nas ruas<br />dinheiro que move a política<br />metáforas<br />síntese das plantas<br />O sol nas plantas<br />Fotossíntese.<br /><br />23.09.2007</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6211789903376346044?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-6837643698514310402009-02-24T08:21:00.001-03:002009-03-24T10:44:23.989-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">EXISTIR<br /></span><br /></strong>A linha fluídica das horas<br />Personifica um relógio<br />Que freqüenta as flores da janela.<br />O vácuo não recua,<br />As palavras embriagam meu espírito<br />Milênios assim.<br />Nessa circunstância existencial<br />Seria melhor o silêncio sem palavras.<br /><br />06.01.2002</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-683764369851431040?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-73368970259492398022009-02-24T08:19:00.000-03:002009-02-24T08:20:56.500-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">BAGDÁ</span><br /><br />um papel em branco<br />é sempre uma tentação<br />uma fuga<br />um vazio<br />meros traços<br /><br />palavras sem fundo<br />tomam conta da alma<br />da aura<br />da água<br />das marés<br />o mundo é composto de palavras<br /><br />tento na rima fácil subverter<br />os hermetismos<br />(iconoclasta)<br />enquanto as bombas invasoras americanas<br />destroem a esperança no Oriente Médio.<br /><br />04.05.2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7336897025949239802?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-9594033738117381572009-02-24T08:16:00.000-03:002009-02-24T08:19:09.784-03:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">FIM<br /></span><br />Quando tudo acaba<br />Vertigem<br />As palavras bóiam<br />Num universo de luz diáfana<br />Pálidas palavras<br /><br />Quando tudo acaba<br />Há silêncio instalado<br />Entre corpos que<br />Carregam as marcas e avarias<br />Do caminhar no mundo.<br /> <br />07.01.2006</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-959403373811738157?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-85010073222179091062009-02-24T08:14:00.002-03:002009-02-24T08:24:20.315-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong>O BARCO</strong></span><br /><br /><br />Velas içadas em mar aberto,<br />Última peça de um mirante,<br />Assim ocupo um lugar.<br /><br />Antes, a força impele-me<br />À deriva,<br />À mercê do vento.<br /><br />Vagalhões decidem sacudir o barco,<br />Sendo como é,<br />Sem leme,<br />Sem direção.<br /><br />Navego...<br />Porque navegar é uma ordem impositiva,<br />Pulsão inexorável.<br /><br />05.04.97</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8501007322217909106?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-72784127155517914082009-02-23T13:10:00.001-03:002009-02-23T13:10:39.462-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">O POEMA DIFÍCIL<br /></span><br />Verter a poesia<br />Destilar o poema<br />Em versos que se perdem<br />Na liquidez do dia.<br />A inspiração falta<br />A onda não molha a areia<br /> A veia está enferrujada<br /> <br />20.02.98</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7278412715551791408?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-14089043177136978562009-02-23T13:07:00.000-03:002009-02-23T13:08:03.712-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">INTERROGAÇÃO<br /></span><br />Uma frase sem sentido,<br />Um elogio qualquer,<br />As fugas,<br />Uma flor que verga<br />murmuro entrelinhas nas frases<br />entre linhas tênues<br />disfarço<br />me desfaço em gestos<br />economizo a pulsão<br />que tempo tenho, então?<br /><br />30.11.2002</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1408904317713697856?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-35622954841962764882009-02-23T13:06:00.000-03:002009-02-23T13:07:08.394-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">O MAL-ESTAR<br /></span><br />vultos amarelos ao longe<br />são luzes, faróis<br />na longa estrada<br />que nunca cessa o movimento<br /><br />a natureza impera<br />nos sons da noite<br /><br />os sentidos plenos<br />a todo vapor<br />desafiam os costumes<br />o mal-estar se instala<br />a natureza derrota a cultura<br />ou mescla-se com ela<br />num ponto qualquer<br />da via de passagem<br />para lugar nenhum<br />para qualquer lugar<br /><br />2005</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3562295484196276488?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-84855214452693147822009-02-23T13:03:00.000-03:002009-02-23T13:04:53.847-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">REFLEXOS<br /></span><br />Reflexos da minha imagem<br />No vidro da mesa<br />Contra um colo<br />Reproduzem meu rosto em sombras<br />Sem contornos<br />Sem lmites<br />Indefinido<br />A aura paira boiando sobre o vidro<br />Acima da tinta e do papel<br />O sentido se esvai<br />A alma se estilhaça<br />Enquanto se reconstrói<br />A palma da mão<br />O destino contém<br />A palma é o passado<br />Se refletindo no futuro.<br /><br />14.12.1997</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8485521445269314782?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-77998157734236586382009-02-23T10:58:00.002-03:002009-02-24T10:31:39.295-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66ff99;">PORTO<br /></span><br />viver emoções superlativas<br />tragando o amargo sabor<br />de certas horas<br />é viver<br />e acreditar<br /><br />fragmentos da alma<br />desespero<br />tempestade<br /><br />haverá sempre o porto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">o reagrupamento das partículas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7799815773423658638?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-823293969343897302009-02-23T10:45:00.002-03:002009-02-23T10:46:39.591-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ffff;">BANALOGIA<br /></span><br />sua voz reverbera<br />me relança no passado<br />nem tão distante<br />nem tão ausente<br /><br />tua presença<br />tem alegria e dor<br />tem festa<br /><br />mas afinal o que fazer<br />se não sei?<br />e o riso, este disfarce,<br />mostra tudo que você<br />quer esconder?<br /><br />não trago comigo<br />nenhum segredo<br />nem sei porque escrevo este<br />poema banal.<br /><br />10.01.1995</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-82329396934389730?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-7492861529658908212009-02-23T10:33:00.002-03:002009-02-23T10:38:39.688-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">RESÍDUOS MODERNOS</span><br /><br />a poeira paira<br />acima das nossas cabeças<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">as cinzas<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">poluem o éter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">um caminho de (im)possibilidades instala-se</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">o futuro desliza<br /><br />02.03.1998</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-749286152965890821?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-54950859663490915402009-01-25T12:17:00.002-03:002009-01-27T21:39:03.300-03:00MOVIMENTO II<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Enquanto a prata colore meus cabelos<br />A fissura da alma atravessa a rua<br />A criança explode, eclode, voa<br />Enquanto a rima, por acaso, soa<br /><br />Andam estrelas<br />Voam pedras<br />Sambam amores<br /><br />Nestas ruas lavadas de suor<br />As máquinas rangem,<br />As máquinas nos acham estranhos<br /><br />O coração acelera, volátil<br />Está escrito nas faces:<br />O amor é demodée.<br /><br />26.01.2003</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5495085966349091540?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-21270894172899663502009-01-24T12:03:00.002-03:002009-01-24T12:06:00.387-03:00SUTILEZAS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><br />O tormento das horas<br />Chega com a tarde<br />Com o sol a se por<br />Com a noite entrando pela janela<br />Na confusa mistura entre noite e dia<br />A palavra treme<br />Vem rasgando a garganta<br />Até converter-se em bálsamo<br />Que aplaca a sede da alma<br /><br />A alma plana<br />A alma anda<br />A alma arfante<br />Exulta de alegria e liberdade<br />Brincando com as correntes<br />Que insistimos em não ver.<br /><br /><br />05.05.2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2127089417289966350?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-44949904409832557432009-01-24T12:00:00.001-03:002009-01-24T12:01:59.246-03:00ABRAÇO<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Num único abraço<br />celebrar a vida.<br />Abraçar o universo<br />em lilases,<br />róseos,<br />plúmbeos também.<br />Aspergir música<br />na garganta do vulcão.<br /><br /><br />16.l0.97</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-4494990440983255743?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-67745206432242666622009-01-24T11:56:00.001-03:002009-01-24T11:58:23.089-03:00VERDADE<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Corro em direção ao espaço infindo<br />os pés não marcam o chão<br />A água cai sobre a cabeça<br /><br />Enquanto tudo dorme<br />Enquanto sonho<br />Enquanto beijo o chão<br /><br />Quanto tempo há até que tudo se desintegre<br />E a verdade, algum fragmento,<br />Seja vislumbrada por nossas cegueiras?<br /><br />Enfim, andemos!<br /><br />Mas, quantos sóis passarão ainda?<br /><br /><br />26.01.2003</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6774520643224266662?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-54315330041613541982009-01-24T11:53:00.001-03:002009-01-24T11:53:59.038-03:00HORIZONTE LOGO ALI<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Você dá sinais de que o horizonte é logo ali<br />Idas e vindas do vento,<br />Como as nuvens que se ajuntam,<br />Assim são seus passos.<br />As entrelinhas revelam<br />O que sua face confirma.<br />O horizonte é logo ali<br /><br />Logo ali<br />nuvens e vento<br />Calmaria, perigo, enfim.<br /><br />Assim a dúvida se instala lentamente.<br /><br />24.12.2002</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5431533004161354198?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-9064159300333968732009-01-24T11:48:00.001-03:002009-01-24T11:50:10.789-03:00ACASO<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Na escritura do verso<br />me devolvo um eu repartido,<br />recortado.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A fixidez transmuta-se volátil<br />através da porta escancarada<br />que suga as fronteiras.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sem território,<br />desconhecendo o lugar dos limites,<br />atenho-me<br />a míseras aventuras.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">O acaso faz seu império.<br /> <br />02.02.98</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-906415930033396873?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-69005205488086601982009-01-24T11:44:00.000-03:002009-01-24T11:45:40.964-03:00RUMOR<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Mora ao longe um rumor<br />Que abala a flor<br />A flor move o mundo<br />Mora aqui<br />A flor da vida<br />Eterno conhecer<br />Até descobrir o ignorar.<br /><br />27.07.2005</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6900520548808660198?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-52999431585112764382009-01-24T11:40:00.000-03:002009-01-24T11:41:37.615-03:00O LIMO E AS PEDRAS<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O limo e as pedras<br />imóveis na bica<br />transparecem a aparente imobilidade<br />causada pela ausência de suor humano<br />Nada os move,<br />exceto o vento escasso<br />nesta tarde invernal.<br /><br /></span><br /><br />2002</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5299943158511276438?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-39646219646041842992009-01-23T21:29:00.000-03:002009-01-23T21:30:56.107-03:00DANÇA DO TEMPO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estes obscuros objetos de cena<br />Acompanham os passos<br />Do tempo que avança<br /><br />Dança, senhor, dança<br />Passeia pelos espaços<br />Voa<br />Surdo senhor<br />Tempo que assovia<br />Atrás do vento<br /><br />Que rima com a morte<br />Que geme com os bichos<br />Que pesa mesmo leve<br />Que se insinua<br />Que grita<br />Que fala<br />Que escala a cama<br />Que exaure a alma<br />Que canta<br /><br />Canta senhor das tréguas<br />Dormita sorrateiro<br />Feito de dança e movimento<br /><br />Volteia nesses obscuros objetos<br />Que acenam com o olhar<br />Golpeia, tempo<br />A carne carcomida<br />A pele alva e o ar.<br /><br />05.05.2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3964621964604184299?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-600640747824351762009-01-23T21:20:00.000-03:002009-01-23T21:27:23.432-03:00NÓ<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O corpo transita<br />trespassado pela inquietação.<br />pela pergunta</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">interrogações demais<br />vazios<br />pouco tempo<br /><br />pouco tempo<br />para respostas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">31.07.1999</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-60064074782435176?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-19262457965995006122009-01-23T21:19:00.002-03:002009-01-23T21:20:42.297-03:00SAMBISTAS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Abram suas mentes<br />Que um samba doido vai passar<br />Abram os olhos<br />Deixem o movimento<br />Entrar nas suas almas<br />São as máquinas<br />Todas lotadas de sensações<br />Ensinando os homens<br />A cantar, dançar, rimar<br />Como nunca se viu<br /><br />Máquinas na pista<br />Homens dançando<br />Porque as máquinas é que trabalham<br /><br />Agora a vida é festa, desejo, paixão<br />Máquinas e homens em comunhão<br />É samba.<br /><br />31.07.2004<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1926245796599500612?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-82547142200113714222009-01-23T21:09:00.000-03:002009-01-23T21:13:58.999-03:00CONSTATAÇÃO<div align="center">Passos e passos<br />nossos rumos iguais<br />se perdem.<br /><br />Poses,<br />vislumbres de luz<br />em algum ponto incerto<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ouço vozes<br />nos gestos das águas<br />no sorriso das naturezas-mortas<br /><br />As fotografias<br />exalam o cheiro<br />do profundo inacabado<br />tempo interior.<br /></span><br />09.05.1986<br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8254714220011371422?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-68540952592723177342009-01-23T20:59:00.001-03:002009-01-23T21:09:52.532-03:00PALAVRAS<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Palavras<br />a crua cara<br />da fala<br />da larva<br />dos meteoros<br /><br /> <br /> 11.05.1985 </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6854095259272317734?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-81953781642754184512009-01-23T20:55:00.000-03:002009-01-23T20:59:22.134-03:00NOTURNO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">na esquina da rua<br />no cruzamento de vias<br />eis um gato<br />que não diz nada<br />porque não há perguntas.<br /><br />há luz<br />que agora vibra<br />e o gato olha pro céu<br />talvez lamente<br />a solidão da noite<br />as horas andam rápidas...<br />talvez festeje a liberdade<br />a suprema atitude<br />de vagar pelas noites<br />e amar nos telhados.<br /><br />05.11.1985</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8195378164275418451?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-74740679707814268972009-01-23T20:54:00.001-03:002009-01-23T21:15:43.825-03:00NOTÍCIA<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Te espero<br />nunca te vejo<br /><br />te ouço<br />por outras bocas<br /><br />tu vibras<br />através das cordas vocais<br />do pássaro que passa.<br /><br /><br />04.03.85</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7474067970781426897?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-32062840462144372492009-01-19T21:09:00.001-03:002009-01-19T21:10:44.429-03:00FALSO<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tudo parece falso<br />entre brilhos e perfumes<br />a troca de olhares,<br />os cheiros,<br />a fumaça,<br />a música,<br />a louça.<br />Tudo parece falso<br />tão pouco profundo,<br />uma inflação de gestos inúteis,<br />uma sucessão de passantes.<br />Tudo parece falso<br />Tudo parece nada<br />Tudo é nada<br />Tudo falso.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3206284046214437249?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-91937811861800149842009-01-19T20:45:00.001-03:002009-01-19T20:51:28.249-03:00PASSOS<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ensaio passos<br />que não dou<br />no tempo estabelecido<br />depois aprendo<br />que não há tempo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nem espaço<br />então, disfarço<br />e me desfaço.<br /><br />16.04.1994</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-9193781186180014984?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-7279369893564092292009-01-19T20:42:00.001-03:002009-01-19T20:44:57.533-03:00ACONTECIMENTO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De repente<br />murcham as flores<br />e saímos loucos pelas ruas<br />em busca<br />do elo perdido<br />perdidos<br />na fumaça.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-727936989356409229?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-28887925096181364092009-01-19T20:21:00.000-03:002009-01-19T20:29:06.021-03:00MÁGICAS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A ereção<br />a íris sã<br />e o bolero de Satã.<br />Mágicas que faço<br />no espelho<br />só para ensaiar<br />as nossas horas vãs.<br /> <br />24.01.1987</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2888792509618136409?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-52870439305883366672009-01-19T20:17:00.000-03:002009-01-19T20:21:29.284-03:00ACORDAR<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lúcido alvorecer<br />De um novo dia<br />Quando o remo foge<br />A lua esconde-se<br />E o mar ao longe<br />Desconecta as profundezas abissais da mente.<br /> <br />2002</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5287043930588336667?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-64462122794019094152009-01-19T20:13:00.001-03:002009-01-19T20:17:54.274-03:00O TEMPO DANÇA<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estes obscuros objetos de cena<br />Acompanham os passos<br />Do tempo que avança<br /><br />Dança, senhor, dança<br />Passeia pelos espaços<br />Voa<br />Surdo senhor<br />Tempo que assovia<br />Atrás do vento<br />Que rima com a morte<br />Que geme com os bichos<br />Que pesa mesmo leve<br />Que se insinua<br />Que grita<br />Que fala<br />Que escala a cama<br />Que exaure a alma<br />Que canta<br />Canta senhor das tréguas<br />Dormita sorrateiro<br />Feito de dança e movimento<br /><br />Volteia nesses obscuros objetos<br />Que acenam com o olhar<br />Golpeia, tempo<br />A carne carcomida<br />A pele alva e o ar.<br /><br />05.05.2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6446212279401909415?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-17260089917570612152009-01-19T20:10:00.001-03:002009-01-19T20:13:27.705-03:00BAGAGEM<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cada dia<br />diferente há de ser<br />Mesmo que tudo se repita<br />na bagagem que carregamos<br />na bagagem que esquecemos.<br /> <br />23.12.1984</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1726008991757061215?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-75244773710754480722009-01-19T20:08:00.000-03:002009-01-19T20:10:14.803-03:00ELETRODOMÉSTICO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Brota uma palavra<br />Nua<br />Qualquer<br />Quase tudo<br />Quase nada<br />A onda tenebrosa<br />Dissipou-se<br />Enquanto nos alegramos<br />Com as fantasias<br />Da máquina de inércia<br />Que nos filtra um mundo<br />Que nos tira os mundos<br />Que constrói o nosso mundo.<br /><br />27.07.2006 </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7524477371075448072?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-44759070115333310372009-01-19T20:07:00.001-03:002009-01-19T20:07:56.095-03:00VIDA<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A vida<br />A vida escorre<br />A vida trafega no vácuo<br />Enquanto olhamos o trem feito de lembranças.<br /><br /><br />2002</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-4475907011533331037?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-22066168676725264382009-01-18T15:47:00.002-03:002009-01-18T15:52:33.236-03:00INTRODUÇÃO<div align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(...) certamente o homem<br />está fora de órbita<br />ou em órbita<br />em torno de si mesmo<br />apenas...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">09/12/86 </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2206616867672526438?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-72799701924100726672009-01-18T15:42:00.000-03:002009-01-18T15:43:31.624-03:00BRUMAS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Brumas<br />O pensamento atordoado<br />Cipoais de ilusões<br />Sinto, o medo vem à tona<br />Falta<br />Das teorias que explicam tudo<br />Da explicação cabal do mundo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7279970192410072667?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-52475419239000374632009-01-18T15:35:00.001-03:002009-01-18T15:35:56.929-03:00JOGO<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Quando digo<br />Escondo<br />Quando grito<br />Amalgamo as fúrias<br />De toda a existência.<br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5247541923900037463?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-79657789521025862492009-01-18T10:59:00.003-03:002009-01-18T11:00:07.990-03:00COTIDIANO IITanta fúria<br />se é preciso<br />só prazer.<br />Tanto grito<br />se é mesmo<br />só amar.<br />Assim vivemos<br />e morremos<br />diariamente.<br /><br />22.07.1984<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7965778952102586249?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-90038672248081433652009-01-18T10:56:00.001-03:002009-01-18T11:01:51.764-03:00COTIDIANO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A voz ao longe sugere uma longa batalha</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-9003867224808143365?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-34066692610242024892009-01-18T10:48:00.003-03:002009-01-23T21:42:07.502-03:00AS FLORES AMARELAS<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span>as flores amarelas que cristina trouxe<br />iluminaram o meu coração<br />as meninas e os meninos, com suas palmas<br />curaram dores e mágoas<br /><br />flores<br />cores<br />o amarelo, o amarelo, o amarelo<br />o amarelo das flores<br /><br />as flores amarelas de cristina<br />lavaram a minha alma<br />outras almas foram lavadas junto<br /><br />a alma das flores fez minhas pernas perderem o prumo<br />o coração disparou<br />com as flores de cristina<br />amarelas como o sol<br />flores amarelas dos leoninos<br />flores para joão, o menino<br /><br />meninos e meninas numa apoteose de sons<br />das palmas das mãos num choque ritmado<br />lavaram minha alma<br />rito de passagem<br />ritual coletivo, tribal<br />para exorcizar dores e mágoas<br />afirmando cores, nuances, idéias, crenças<br /><br />cristina, a menina que trouxe consigo<br />as outras meninas e os meninos<br />cristina e o mel das palavras<br />lançando as asas que continuarão comigo<br />viva cristina,<br />viva os meninos e as meninas<br /><br />e assim sigo vivendo<br />confirmando os caminhos, os propósitos<br />na ressaca da emoção<br />cristina, as meninas e os meninos de pé<br />pela educação<br />que merece carinho e cuidado<br />viva Cristina<br />viva as meninas<br />viva os meninos.<br /><br />02.02.2007</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3406669261024202489?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-50989605267874631722009-01-18T10:35:00.001-03:002009-01-18T10:48:10.942-03:00AÉREO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sinto a vertigem do trânsito dos carros<br />E dos pensamentos<br />Reviravoltas, ondas, marés<br />Uma moda nos bafeja<br />Outra moda acena do horizonte<br />O universo dos carros causa vertigem<br />O pensamento</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a sucessão de pensamentos<br />Um universo à parte<br />Carros,<br />Pensamentos,<br />Movimentos paralelos,<br />E o mundo continua inexplicável.<br /><br />23.08.2007</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5098960526787463172?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-21372065044340870222009-01-18T10:24:00.000-03:002009-01-18T10:25:50.256-03:00A POEIRA DAS ESTRELASA poeira das estrelas<br />Ai de nós!<br />impulsiona um destino<br />Que não sabemos a causa<br />Nem o depois<br />O destino tece<br />Nos tece<br />Elastece<br />E prolonga o drama da existência.<br /><br />25.02.2007<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2137206504434087022?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-49568511520927157152009-01-18T10:21:00.000-03:002009-01-18T10:22:32.602-03:00DESEJO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Avanço na rede<br />À espera de ser fisgado<br />Nestes dias quentes<br /><br />na rede me lanço inutilmente<br />toque<br />tique<br />truque<br /><br />a lembrança daquilo que não é memória<br />inscreve-se na minha pele<br /><br />as músicas epidêmicas que inundam o ar<br />beijam-me no calor deste dia tórrido<br />nestes trópicos nordestinos<br />um pouco aquém do mar<br />mas quase lá<br />antes que o coração dispare a voar.<br /><br />26.01.2003</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-4956851152092715715?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-80353109791490946422009-01-18T10:11:00.000-03:002009-01-18T10:12:30.432-03:00ABALO<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A fala abala<br />A rala cadência<br />Dos insensatos.<br /><br />Os atos<br />Os restos do papel<br />Cedem à tinta<br /><br />A chuva<br /> congela no ar.<br /><br /> 11.05.97</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-8035310979149094642?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-27827119300871651932009-01-18T08:54:00.000-03:002009-01-18T08:55:14.968-03:00FACA<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A faca<br />farsa<br />Faça a diferença emergir<br />no limbo das explanações<br />no evaporar das máscaras.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Adelante!<br /><br /> <br />04.05.97</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2782711930087165193?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-56840355308478677642009-01-17T15:26:00.002-03:002009-01-17T15:28:52.539-03:00PALAVRAS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Persigo a palavra<br />da qual não me liberto-<br />ela que não se deixa enclausurar.<br />Daqui por diante<br />quero apenas palavras!<br />Quero dobrá-las,<br />contorcê-las,<br />fazê-las significarem.<br />Atarei as palavras aos objetos.<br />O concreto,<br />o ideal,<br />a emersão do eu unificado dar-se-á.<br />Que doce exercício inútil<br />só comparável à poesia.<br />Perseguem-me as palavras,<br />quando penso que as possuo.<br /> <br /><br />09.03.97.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5684035530847867764?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-60309520020317279002009-01-17T15:26:00.001-03:002009-01-17T15:26:53.457-03:00TEMPO II<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De soslaio<br />O tempo nos mira<br />Nos espera<br />Inevitável<br />Incognoscível<br />Impreciso<br />Estático<br />resistente</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6030952002031727900?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-68120746557793373052009-01-17T15:25:00.001-03:002009-01-17T15:25:42.450-03:00TEMPO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br />Corro em direção ao espaço infindo<br />os pés não marcam o chão<br />A água cai sobre a cabeça<br /><br />Enquanto tudo dorme<br />Enquanto sonho<br />Enquanto beijo o chão<br /><br />Quanto tempo há até que tudo se desintegre<br />E a verdade, algum fragmento,<br />Seja vislumbrada por nossas cegueiras?<br /><br />Enfim, andemos!<br /><br />Mas, quantos sóis passarão ainda?<br /><br /><br />26.01.2003</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6812074655779337305?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-7625484966951594532009-01-17T15:23:00.000-03:002009-01-17T15:24:02.240-03:00SAMBISTAS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Abram suas mentes<br />Que um samba doido vai passar<br />Abram os olhos<br />Deixem o movimento<br />Entrar nas suas almas<br />São as máquinas<br />Todas lotadas de sensações<br />Ensinando os homens<br />A cantar, dançar, rimar<br />Como nunca se viu<br /><br />Máquinas na pista<br />Homens dançando<br />Porque as máquinas é que trabalham<br /><br />Agora a vida é festa, desejo, paixão<br />Máquinas e homens em comunhão<br />É samba.<br /><br />31.07.2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-762548496695159453?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-2071633553112709412009-01-17T15:21:00.000-03:002009-01-17T15:22:03.114-03:00O MENINO E O CACHORRO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Através da janela filtro o mundo<br />O menino e o cachorro seguem sua rotina<br />O cachorro caminha soberano<br />Marca território na rua alheia<br />Pára<br />Cheira<br />Mija<br />O menino atende todos os caprichos do cachorro<br />O menino parece em paz<br />O cachorro sente-se livre<br />Qual a liberdade que é permitida ao cachorro?<br />Será livre o menino?<br />Seguem o menino e o cachorro numa união feliz<br />O menino é paciente<br />Menino e cachorro seguem sua rotina feliz<br />Alheios ao mundo na rua alheia.<br /><br /><br />31/09/2007</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-207163355311270941?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-23371654182782023232009-01-17T15:18:00.001-03:002009-01-17T15:18:45.752-03:00PÁSSARO<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O fôlego me falta<br />Ante a avidez das palavras;<br />Elas me inoculam veneno,<br />Revolvem as minhas vísceras.<br />A falta não são palavras:<br />A gramática subjuga-se:<br />A pontuação vira louca furiosa.<br />Cada passo não passa de um passo<br />Pássaro que sou.<br /><br />11.06.1998<br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-2337165418278202323?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-72888666211074562152009-01-17T15:15:00.000-03:002009-01-17T15:17:01.607-03:00SEM TÍTULO IINada<br />O tormento das horas<br />Chega com a tarde<br />Com o sol a se por<br />Com a noite entrando pela janela<br />Na confusa mistura entre noite e dia<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A palavra treme<br />Vem rasgando a garganta<br />Até converter-se em bálsamo<br />Que aplaca a sede da alma<br /><br />A alma plana<br />A alma anda<br />A alma arfante<br />Exulta de alegria e liberdade<br />Brincando com as correntes<br />Que insistimos em não ver.<br /><br /><br />05.05.2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-7288866621107456215?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-9395445102844719412009-01-17T15:13:00.001-03:002009-01-17T15:39:09.311-03:00FANTASMAS<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Levo os fantasmas ambulantes<br />Onde quer que vá<br />Energias remotas<br />Inerciais<br />Abrangem o tempo<br />Sem medida do estar<br />Histórias atávicas lançam-se no vento<br />Bafejando meu sono<br />A luz que vejo através dos buracos na parede<br />Vem domesticada<br />Sob medida<br />Geométrica.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-939544510284471941?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-64224678400232453752009-01-17T15:11:00.000-03:002009-01-17T15:13:41.383-03:00JANELA<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Forças cegas,<br />Impalpáveis,<br />Barram o espírito de vida,<br />a pulsão erótica.<br />Através da janela,<br />algo distante do tempo<br />é evocado.<br />Através da janela,<br />descortina-se uma fala<br />constrangida<br />em confessar.<br />Através da janela<br />o existir destroça-se<br />num suicídio diário,<br />entorpecido pela aurora.<br />Através da janela,<br />olhando a paisagem,<br />tudo parece igual<br />e não é.<br />Através da janela<br />o nada não aparece,<br />apenas o vazio de quem olha.<br /> <br /><br />25.01.97.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-6422467840023245375?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-37656808288336169032009-01-17T15:10:00.000-03:002009-01-17T15:11:12.724-03:00ENGRENAGEM<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tanta aridez<br />Que já nem prestamos atenção<br />Às horas.<br />Tomamos milhões de Coca-cola<br />Para fazer o mundo se reproduzir.<br />A engrenagem assoberba tudo.<br />E eu nem tenho tempo de molhar as plantas.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 09.08.97</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3765680828833616903?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-43826818612125514662009-01-17T15:06:00.000-03:002009-01-17T15:08:51.755-03:00EMERSÃO<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Levantem as armas<br />Cuspam a fúria<br />Arremessem torrentes de lavas incandecentes<br />Sobre a cidade hipócrita,<br />Sobre o consenso artificial.<br /><br />Os copos vão tremeluzir,<br />O fogo desenhará esculturas,<br />Os eus virtualizados farão acrobacias.<br />E então, não soarão cânticos entoados<br />Com o claro desejo de desafinar?<br /> não existirão cristos nestas pedras.<br /> tudo se dissolverá<br />Os animais tomaram os corpos dóceis,<br />A fúria deletou as estátuas<br /><br />Todos os pretéritos,<br />Todos os presentes,<br />Todos os futuros<br />Tudo em torrentes<br />Tudo agora.<br />Enquanto uma lágrima corre sutil<br />Entre a alegria e a dor.<br /><br />30.05.98</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-4382681861212551466?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-38807277371156561102009-01-17T15:03:00.000-03:002009-01-17T15:05:57.942-03:00DANÇAdança das palavras<br />síntese<br />signos proliferam<br />no horizonte e em todo lugar,<br />todo corpo<br />na eventualidade dos passos.<br />Ella Fitzgerald na dança dos fonemas<br />ela nos dança<br />enquanto as palavras nos enlaçam<br />cores<br />texto<br />fugacidade veloz<br />gritos<br />sussurros<br />sombras do existir<br />à tona na intuição das horas<br />a reverberar interrogações.<br /><br />31.05.2003<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3880727737115656110?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-39676871678715837402009-01-17T15:01:00.000-03:002009-01-17T15:03:36.207-03:00ASAS<div align="center">Antes que me tornasse o que não sou<br />Criei asas<br />Antes que morresse a poesia<br />Criei asas<br />Antes que falta de imaginação imperasse<br />Criei asas<br />Antes que o rio secasse<br />Criei asas<br />Antes que o amor virasse um contrato<br />Criei asas<br />Antes que o riso cessasse<br />Criei asas</div><div align="center"><br />Antes que o mundo se torne impossível<br />Criemos asas<br />Voemos<br />Vamos fermentar a imaginação.<br /><br />03/02/2007</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-3967687167871583740?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-14571252145403619672009-01-17T14:57:00.001-03:002009-02-24T10:34:24.104-03:00FROGODÔ<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para Lozinha<br /><br />frogodô é festa<br />alegria<br />pulsação<br />bebida, comida, amor<br />filigranas do existir<br /><br />frogodô é beijo<br />carinho, atenção<br />dona ló falou que aqui vai ter um frogodô<br />porque a dor é momento<br />a vida é mais<br />a vida é celebrar a vida<br /><br />frogodô<br />dona ló faz a festa da vida<br />porque frogodô é leveza<br />compreensão, tolerância<br /><br />frogodô é festa boa<br />festa dos bons<br />festa do coração.<br />Mimo, presente<br />Carinho<br />Carícia<br />Música<br />Dança<br />Animação<br />Sentidos, olhares, roupas<br />Movimento, movimentação<br /><br />Frogodô é união<br />Fofoca, contemplação<br />Carne e espírito sem separação.<br /><br />15.05.2007</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1457125214540361967?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-17738312374182571772009-01-17T14:55:00.000-03:002009-01-17T14:57:41.419-03:00MEMÓRIA<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A memória<br />Inescrupulosa que é<br />Faz emergir um corpo<br />A imagem da pessoa que ri sem motivo<br />Enigma<br />Fantasias em ebulição<br />Pequenos clarões na selva da cidade.<br /><br /><br />14.05.2006</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-1773831237418257177?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805482933801762840.post-54425115157765214382009-01-17T12:47:00.003-03:002009-01-17T14:32:51.344-03:00QUAISQUER<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as redes atravessam meu corpo<br />as redes fazem-me peixe<br />as redes prendem o meu cérebro<br />as redes enlatam meu prazer<br />as redes bifurcam a existência<br />as redes arregimentam a sede<br />e as cores<br />e as cores<br />e as cores<br />flores mortas e vulcânicas<br />flores cores redes<br />vivo em 1998<br />e morro em qualquer ano<br />desmandos da imagem<br />desanda a imaginação<br />dez águas contaminadas arrastam<br />deixe estes grafitis exibindo-se nos muros<br />deixe estes grafitis colados na sua alma<br />deixe estes grafitis como mensagens para qualquer<br />fazer qualquer<br />quaisquer que sejam as cores com as quais você me seduz.<br /><br />30.05.98</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805482933801762840-5442511515776521438?l=quantapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>João Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07059464133393257417noreply@blogger.com1