tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58622948686531657742012-02-17T00:57:50.506ZPoemas Escolhidoserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.comBlogger1741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-56253878878057472142009-07-02T13:29:00.005+01:002009-07-02T16:42:42.640+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkzNBcW0qgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iSnbtkQeXDU/s1600-h/merda.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkzNBcW0qgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iSnbtkQeXDU/s320/merda.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353879481712159234" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">masssa pelos corpos parida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">serpente pútrida dos corpos expelida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">química maravilha das mutações orgânicas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">essencial escória a nós universalmente acostumada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">convertida - assimilada - repelida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda incessante e derradeira!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Todos os dias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">biliões de supra-símios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">metódicos - mecânicos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te dejectam à média ideal de uns escassos gramas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">per capita venter</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o que mesmo assim perfaz um impuro total de</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">inúmeros milhões de quilogramas quotidianos teus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda da multinatural tonelagem!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">convém acentuar a exclusão </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das demais inferiores e incontáveis espécies animalescas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">devido a escatológicas negligências estatísticas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">respectivas e oportunas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pois o aumento de volume adicionado ao cheiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">atingiriam dimensões poeticamente insuportáveis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda primordial</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">matéria preponderante - prevalecente putrefacção!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">multidões de sapiens homullus por ti se estorcem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">solitários - ridículos - heróicos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">expostos durante prévios minutos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ao privado culto da posição sacrificada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda litúrgica - sagrada!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mesmo aqueles tantos que não comem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por culpas e danos do sistema</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em algo de ti se sobejam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de teus resíduos sobrevivem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda explorada - espremida!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por ânsias de te conceber - suspeitos vácuos divinizam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">carentes de ti - resistem - se amotinam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">destroem-se nas ruas e nas guerras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se agitam - se emancipam - se revoltam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda da famélica abundância</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vertida em privações insustentáveis!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para te expandir</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quaisquer assuntos ou interesses os excretores abandonam:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">páram máquinas e conversas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">prorrogam reuniões de libidinosos negócios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">interrompem actos orgásticos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perdem cenas capitais de apopléticos espectáculos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">abandonam lancinantes audições de comunicados governamentais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esquivam-se no auge dos furores competitivos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda simbólica da urgência inadiável!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">apenas a leitura alienatória é permitida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no místico e estático retiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e por méritos teus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">incontáveis folhas de livros ou jornais reaccionários </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">retiraram restos de ti mesma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda indispensável para o saneamento </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das inutilidades literárias!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com sérios propósitos de incentivar a industrialização tua</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se lançou Deus no investimento intestinal anónimo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e para que fosses concebida sem pecado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dentro dos rigorosos cânones cilíndricos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">modelares formosos ânus se esculpiram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda divina - escultural</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">volumétrica!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e porque só catadupas de matérias primas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">viabilizam as infalíveis produções em série</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ordenou o grandíssimo empreiteiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos permanentes empreendimentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que bastas e abundantes vezes se alimentassem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os engenhosos desumanos seres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda - connosco mastigada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">planetária - repetitiva!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tais doutíssimos sistemas fecais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se memoriam nos cursos liceais coprológicos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e facultativos de escatologia superior</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que segredos teus se desvendem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e se ampliem doutrinas sobre ti</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda científica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">intrínseca substância cultural!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em cores te conservaste nas cavernas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">espalmada por digitais pincéis pithecantropus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como barro te moldaram </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">remotas artes do paleolítico</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">luzes estelares te observaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em rudes zigurates mesopotâmicos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hamurábi te gravou no código</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">escribas nos hieróglifos te inscreveram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">gentes de Tiro te leram em fenícios alfabetos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e graças a Noé te multiplicaste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por artimanhas de Helena célebres troianos te verteram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a despojos teus recorreu Semiramis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para opulências dos jardins suspensos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nabucodonosores de Babilónias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mil epopeias tuas nos legaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em soberbas satrapias Dário te colocou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perduraste de Zaratustra a Nietzsche</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de ti se perfumava Cleópatra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por excessos teus Calígula e Nero enlouqueceram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas Gálias Júlio César te instaurou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">varreu-te Alexandre até às Índias </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pilatos em ti lavou as mãos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e pelos séculos através da História</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Eufrates e Nilos te transportam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda antiquíssima e clássica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">soberana - épica - mitológica!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Rá e Osíris nos desertos te secaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">romanos deuses contigo se desfiguraram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">trovejou Júpiter sobre ruínas do Império teu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Zeus teu pó olímpico espalhou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de ti se empederniu a concha de Vénus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por sortilégios teus concebeu Maria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mesmo Cristo e Buda decerto te jorraram </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pois raros filósofos sobre ti reflectiram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas todas as fés te idolatraram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda sagrada e sânscrita</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">milenário mito das pirâmides e templos!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desde os alvores da cristã ordem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">até ocasos dos coevos dias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mais incólume e pura te apodreces </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">actual - nauseabunda - prevertida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">genuína - igual - genealógica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em Bizâncio te partilhou Justiniano</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com promíscuos cortesãos de Teodora</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Carlos Magno por ti se transcendeu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lucrécia dos Bórgias te chamaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">bravuras de Ivan aterrorizaste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e na corte de Catarina tzarina foste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda prepotente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">estratégia do poder estratificado!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de honores jesuíticos impaste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante ofícios e santos holocaustos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sacrílegos martírios tuas vítimas sofreram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e sobre ti rezam as inquisições</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda solene - eclesiástica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">medieval fogueira dos autos de fé!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">arrojadas rotas escuteiros teus lograram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para te dilatar e a teus domínios </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">rios de barbáries transbordaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos Andes - em Áfricas - nas Índias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">proezas de escumalhas retumbaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por selvas nunca antes devastadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda civilizadora</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">padroeira do contemplativo amor esclavagista!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mercê de fumegantes alquimias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vaporizaste imprescindíveis máquinas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">submissas apenas aos interesses</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do espantoso capital obstinado</span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uns tantos em teu seio prosperaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os restantes contigo fermentaram</span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda progressista </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nervo motriz da revolução industrial</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">próspera geratriz do proletariado!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">certeiras prosas de alguns predestinados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no cerne do organismo te atingiram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas efémeros seriam tais propósitos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque impropérios e demagogos exageros </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">afeitos às crescentes burguesias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te devolveram anteriores direitos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda destronada e reíncidida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">barrete frígio de supostas majestades!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em fins de Waterloo súbditos teus</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um corso desterraram para Santa Helena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e com respeito à súbita Comuna</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que seguiram Thiers a ti tresandavam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda adjacente aos processos sociais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ácido estigma dos brutais degredos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ignomínia das decisões finais!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ilustres gestas de aberrações papais </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cofres do Vaticano te abarrotam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e já te passeaste por Castel Gandolfo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda apostólica sistina</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">insígnia de temporais domínios!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de teus bélicos odores e gestos peculiares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se apropriaram fanatizadas hordas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sôfregas de ti - te despejaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre faunas de indefiníveis Auschwitz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda nacional obscurantista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mesmo quando de socialismo revestida!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas por eslavas vastidões da guerra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cruzes gamadas honram teus exércitos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e rugas de outros rostos assinalam </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">memórias dos que pereceram </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">apenas por te terem enfrentado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda espelhada no terror absoluto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">suspiro da definitiva imagem!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de Itália alastraram teus pudores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">até às Ibérias de ti peninsulares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde - madre ubérrima - os decompuseste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tuas condutas modelares e centenárias </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">proliferaram nas Latinas Américas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nadando em tropicais atrocidades</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e rumo ao norte avança tua mole irreversível</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda prodigiosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">facho do progresso em constante decadência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fétido manjar dos caudilhos!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mundial reputação deves também </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">à flagrante enormidade de Hiroshima</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e se do Vietnam te expulsaram </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">persistem teus sortilégios biológicos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda - atómico maná do futuro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">oferto genocídio para os ávidos indefesos!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em terrenas entranhas sepultada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ressuscitas nas propícias seivas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de monstruosas vegetais belezas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te arrastas até imensidões oceânicas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">assimilas microscópicos fascínios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e no espírito do plâncton te convertes </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda mutatis mutandis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fecunda solução da Natureza!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nós</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te trazemos e como lava te vomitamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre a vítima te esmagamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para o espaço te impelimos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e à sorte te jogamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nós </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te deitamos e com a dor te exprimimos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em silêncios te expelimos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da tua paz te expulsamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e na verdade te agredimos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nós </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te levamos e nas raças te segregamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas pátrias te fabricamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te expomos à ignorância</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em ódios te dejectamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te temos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e no corpo te possuímos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nós </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te somos e na História te conservamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com fortunas te compramos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do sangue te retiramos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">à terra te devolvemos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em ti nos precipitamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sob a morte te enterramos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e te fazemos em tudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Salvé merda!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">abdominal mandamento </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do excremento universal</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Novembro 1983</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></span></b></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-5625387887805747214?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-43491043362460772642009-07-01T18:34:00.003+01:002009-07-01T19:18:16.062+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skun-HLYQjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/IArO-DNQ6a0/s1600-h/usa.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skun-HLYQjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/IArO-DNQ6a0/s320/usa.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353557267580469810" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I</span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Grande América</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">United States of</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pátria dos Orson Welles predestinados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para a comunicação imagética</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">berço embriagante dos </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">blues</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> em New Orleans</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">terra de Lincoln, Roosevelt, Kubrick</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">reino onde germinaram seduções de Whitman, Bogart, Twain</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e glorificada por Sinatra, Allen, Brando, London</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">três gerações indómitas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- os exploradores polares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- os pioneiros da aeronáutica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- os aventureiros cósmicos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Grande América</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">United States of</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enaltecida pela música, desde o jazz até às baladas dos protestos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">palco daquele precipitado primeiro de Maio em Chicago</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">patrona dos Direitos do Homem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">potentado da Ciência ao serviço do Progresso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">conforme o demonstraram Edison ou Franklin ou Bell e Morse</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">semente do raciocínio eclético de Ângela Davis a Paul Robson</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">razão contida em George Jackson e também Malcolm X</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Grande América</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">United States of</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que te soubeste expôr perante o mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na casa Kaufmann das Cascatas e no gigantismo de Lloyd Wright</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre as melodias impressionadas por Copland, Simon, Gershwin e Bernstein</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">através literaturas contestatárias dos Caldwell, Miller, Poe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com ternuras de Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Steinbeck, Pound</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e graças aos heróicos repórteres de tantos Watergates</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Grande América</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">United States of</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fonte dos hereditários princípios semelhantes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">elegia ancestral da libertação colonial</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sumo do Amor brusco e outonal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como Reed te estremeceu universalmente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Grande América</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">II</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pobre américa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">united states off</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pátria dos imperdoáveis "trusts" multinacionais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ventre mórbido da escravidão legalizada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">berço da ku klux klan no tennessee congeminada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">terra prometida à "cosa nostra", ao monroeismo, às reservas índias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">reino que embalou os ultra-nacionalismos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e manchada por sinatra, macarthur, enola gay, my lai</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">três gerações assassinas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- a chacina dos autóctones</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- a aposta coreana</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- a lição no vietnam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> pobre américa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">united states off</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">meretriz do capitalismo desde o haiti até à tailândia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">frustração demonstrada sob sacco e vanzetti</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">coito da bomba nuclear</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mãe desalmada dessas enormidades cometidas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em hiroshima, nagasaki e little bighorn</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">infâmia personalizada por mccarthy, goldwater, marshall</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">hipocrisia de truman e também nixon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pobre américa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">united states off</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que escondes ao respeito pelo mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ghettos </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de harlem e os livros de mccoy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as nacionalidades de stern, kazan ou nabukov</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as arqui-conjuras dos senadores congressistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os golpes de estado pinochetescos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e as dextras intenções dos jornais sem página esquerda</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pobre américa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">united states off</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fosso da acumulada segregação racial</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sintético </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">slogan</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> do </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">self-made-man</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esperma ejaculado na guerra e na miséria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com que persistes infestar o planeta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pobre américa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sto. António Caparica, Outubro 1972</span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-4349104336246077264?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-75047477726524186072009-07-01T17:46:00.005+01:002009-08-17T11:28:59.404+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkudI4JbaQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4h74qm4CWAQ/s1600-h/deus.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkudI4JbaQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4h74qm4CWAQ/s320/deus.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353545357896411394" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Querido</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Eminente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Omnipotente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Senhor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">DEUS:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Estimo que vás divinamente gozando</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tua eterna saúde</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nós</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">felizmente menos mal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">menos bem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cá por baixo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sempre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Conforme o prometido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aqui estou a escrever-Te</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para dar o meu carnívoro braço a torcer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aceita</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Deus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os maiores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mais humildes e humanos agradecimentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por me teres concedido parte </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">daquilo que Te supliquei</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do fundo da minha esburacada alma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Já agora</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- sem querer abusar da Tua terrível Benevolência -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tenta prolongar o mais possível</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o prazo desta extraordinária estadia terrena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- quando me chamares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">teremos milénios para conversar -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">faz dos meus filhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">homens íntegros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mulheres completas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">gente de bom íntimo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se até lá não quiseres eliminar </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">essa urgentíssima questão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das desigualdades sociais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">transmite-lhes ideais revolucionários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que fiquem aptos a lutar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como milhões de outros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">até à libertação de todos os oprimidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que desde sempre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">têm rastejado por este odioso mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que Criaste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Quando queres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ordenas grandes Justiças aos homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pena é que tenhas atrasado </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o expediente humano</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">umas boas centenas de anos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e agora</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o diabo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para pôr o serviço em dia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Caro Deus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desculpa a franqueza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não podes ser tão preguiçoso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que afirmas ser Omnipotente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">propõe-Te trabalhar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">num esforço incansável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">derradeiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que os filhos Teus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de Ti descrentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como eu era</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">creiam enfim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na Tua Obra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e Te reconheçam em definitivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como Único e Irremediável Protector</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Penso que não julgues mal estes conselhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">escritos na melhor das intenções</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e em prol da amizade que nos liga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">portanto rogo-Te </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Altíssimo e Poderoso Senhor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">abre-me esses olhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vê-me esse Nordeste do Brasil faminto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">repara nos genocídios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- o Adolfo não te serviu de lição? -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">olha-me por este mundo vilipendiado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">denuncia as mentiras dos déspotas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">proíbe as chacinas das guerras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">liberta as multidões de escravos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que a Tua vista incomensurável alcança</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por Amor de Ti</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">abre-me esses olhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Meu Velho Deus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Supremo Arquitecto da Terra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- pelo menos -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">lembra-Te que tens responsabilidades no espectáculo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pois foste o empresário</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cobriste os custos de produção</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">realizaste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o texto foi da Tua autoria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e sobretudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">és Tu quem puxa os cordelinhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das marionetes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Os abutres dos homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">moldados à Tua Imagem e Semelhança</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são também homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- ouviste? -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são também homens que exploram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas fábricas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos campos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas minas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos mares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas guerras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas fomes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas ruas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são outros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas também homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que semeiam a miséria de outros homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mulheres e crianças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- crianças, Meu Deus, caramba! -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Amado Deus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ouve lá:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- não queres sujar as mãos com tais ruins defuntos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">estás velho e cansado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">deitaste tudo para trás das Universais costas?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Muito bem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">certo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nesse caso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">concede-nos meios céleres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para tentarmos transformar este fosso de lágrimas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">num vale humanizado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Com que razão manténs revoltadas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">três quartas partes das criaturas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e apenas agradas ao quatro restante?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Deixa-me que te pergunte francamente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- que raio de Deus és Tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a proteger facínoras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">assassinos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e carrascos dos povos?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- recorda a Palavra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e o Exemplo de Teu Filho predilecto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enquanto por aqui penou -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Digo-te mais:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- escasso deve ser o nível </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos Teus desígnios políticos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para permitires no Teu planeta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ESTADOS tão lamentáveis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Depois não Te queixes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se um dia </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- talvez longínquo -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">todos os que Te renegam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se dispuserem para a conquista da igualdade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">entre todas as gentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Suportarás um vexame</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quando eles resolverem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o que foste incapaz de solucionar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Daqui me despeço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Amigo Deus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ando aborrecido Contigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque Te aburguesaste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">trancaste as portas do Paraíso aos pobres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">alcatifaste o Vaticano</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e não limpaste a lama dos que sofrem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perdoa a descompostura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">embora a tivesses merecido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo que não tens feito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem deixado fazer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">neste Teu desprezado mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Espero que Te emendes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Crê-me </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sempre mui grato e temeroso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">José Salsorte</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Amadora, Setembro 1973</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7504747772652418607?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-16437970025866604642009-07-01T15:00:00.008+01:002009-07-01T17:23:15.974+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skt6E6MvZ-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/XtcxeTH1m4A/s1600-h/ceia.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skt6E6MvZ-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/XtcxeTH1m4A/s320/ceia.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353506806820726754" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I</span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">O Natal</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esse pretexto anual</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que para tantos não passa dum dia incolor como os outros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">trezentos e sessenta e quatro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- cinco nos bissextos -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que para os supostos privilegiados são vários dias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">plantados e regados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o Natal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">essa data que os homens fingem recordar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas apenas festejam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por há muitos muitos anos ter nascido alguém</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que se fez homem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para discursar uma doutrina singular</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e depois morrer ignobilmente sacrificado numa cruz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- com ferros e sangue numa cruz -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o Natal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">essa hipócrita comemoração de aniversário</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não tem razão de ser</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque o homenageado jamais recebeu os parabéns</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">eles </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tornariam a cometer o crime do Gólgota</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(oh! Skapinakis vejo o teu Manólios)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nesse formosíssimo personagem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que pregou uma doutrina</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">bastante singular...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">II</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nas mansões dos supostos privilegiados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">reina a desordem exposta aos grandes dias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fumegam vaporosos espumantes genuínos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pairam nuvens de havanos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">explodem risadas de bem-estar e tudo ter</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perante o fulgor sórdido da baixela opulenta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a cujos perfumes gastronómicos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">piedosas mandíbulas não resistem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">massacrando as carnes e os doces</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com evidente sofreguidão sensual </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">embora disfarçando o cio da gula</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mercê de certos gestos afectados como por exemplo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o dedo mínimo esticado ao segurar o copo ou o talher</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- deliberação comprovativa duma extrema falsa elegância</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da mais baixa diplomacia -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para escancarar o tal anel brilhantemente exagerado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou o pudor dum discreto cerrar dos lábios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enquanto lá dentro se tritura </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">furiosamente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">III</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Todos os supostos privilegiados querem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">trazer o Menino nos braços</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- os homens sorriem-lhe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as damas abrem-lhe os colos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">deitam-se a seu lado junto ao berço de enfeites fictícios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">rezando-lhe torrões de açúcar na boquita</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para o adormecer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sob o soberbo presépio que imaginaram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde a miséria exige conforto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a fome - esbanjamento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o medo - leviandade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não vá o Menino ser mauzinho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e ter alguma birra sobrenatural</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que cerceie irreparavelmente os prazeres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da ociosa e agradabilíssima existência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(compreensível procedimento dos supostos privilegiados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que deste modo agradecem à providência - deus -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o tê-los colocado nos bairros e nos cargos de elite </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde basta premir o botão inferior</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que todos os servos surjam </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">automáticos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">às mãos cheias </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com excepção do mordomo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ausente no dia da folga semanal)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">IV</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Claro </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os supostos privilegiados </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">recebem generosas ofertas na quadra natalícia </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tais como vinhos de especial colheita</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">espumantes legítimos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esquisitos licores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e perús</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esses - também - eternos sacrificados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em prol do amor universal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sei de alguém</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(e só por curiosidade o refiro)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que monopolizou doze perús</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nesta ligeira época</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">então</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que restasse íntegra a noção de igualdade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enviou três a um íntimo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que tinha açambarcado apenas seis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">assim se solidarizam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os agiotas da sociedade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">V</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sei também sobre homens e mulheres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e muitas mais crianças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- crianças que comparo a Jesus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">eu cá sei porquê -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que nunca desfrutaram uma árvore simbólica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou um presépio na penumbra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem sequer um brinquedo consertado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas o Divino Menino esteve lá</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no pão e no vinho da ceia triste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">molhou os lábios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e deixou um beijo de luz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre os mesmos pesadelos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos ternos infelizes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Dezembro 1962</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-1643797002586660464?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-44992851864743321882009-07-01T13:51:00.004+01:002009-07-01T17:41:31.993+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SktqORzVYII/AAAAAAAAAa0/lYEudAiW07A/s1600-h/ja.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SktqORzVYII/AAAAAAAAAa0/lYEudAiW07A/s320/ja.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353489375589392514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">São pais são pães</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são searas de milho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são desgostos de mães</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e ternuras de filho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são as febres dos fenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a piranha e o anzol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a luz e o farol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o suor dos carnavais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a serpente o vampiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a arma e o tiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é Zumbi dos Palmares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a vida e mais nada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a sina e os azares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o sertão e a estrada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são os barcos no porto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o voto e o sufrágio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o pescador morto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a urna e o naufrágio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são os nobres metais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os desertos terrenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o campo relvado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">num domingo de sol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o povo apertado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a sofrer futebol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o ser egoísta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a vertigem da altura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a soma da conquista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a derrota amargura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é clamor da vitória</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é prestar atenção</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aos destinos da História</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e de toda a Nação</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são pesos e alteres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em contradição</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são as fáceis mulheres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e as mulheres que não são</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o crime e o castigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a obra e a invenção</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a grade e o postigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da mesma prisão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a nuvem depressa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desde o raio ao trovão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o mar que atravessa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a civilização</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o peixe e a rede</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o rei tubarão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a fome e a sede</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e a indigestão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são grandes e pequenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">valores filosofais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a lava e o lume</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a cratera e o vulcão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o Deus que se presume</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a Religião</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são planetas perdidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na imaginação</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">anos-luz percorridos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em outra geração</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são crianças que incorrem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos vícios dos pais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são os homens que morrem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por raros ideais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são os gostos plenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os desejos fatais</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são os livros e a estante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as estórias de ler</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a verdade flagrante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a ânsia de exceder</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é quem parte à procura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">p'ra se esclarecer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o sal da cultura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o sabor de saber</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a crise social</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a greve e o motim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a luta final</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas terras do sem fim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o escravo liberto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a raíz da Poesia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o solo dum concerto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou qualquer sinfonia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são os ventos amenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tufões e vendavais</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o pio da coruja</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a luta intestina</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a política suja</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e a lei da rapina</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a miséria e a tortura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o povo esmagado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pela não ditadura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do proletariado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a esperança dum dia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a promessa na frase</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a paixão-melodia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o jazz é o jazz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a sociedade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e a fecundação</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o campo e a cidade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o samba canção</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o amor nos bordéis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a real epopeia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de cabras e coronéis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos capitães da areia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são Cristos nazarenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pilatos-generais</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é dona Iemanjá</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são terras do cacau</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o Jubiabá</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a grandeza brutal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a história singela</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a esperança e o cavaleiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os cravos de Gabriela</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a cor e o cheiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são miragens de Abril</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são revoluções</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é Portugal Brasil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as nossas ilusões</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o cangaceiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o herói e a pureza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o samba brasileiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a beleza a beleza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a abelha e o bailado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é Platão e o Amor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a montanha e o prado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o sorriso da flor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são as chuvas de Inverno</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o frio e a esfinge</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o chão do Inferno</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o remorso que finge</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são os corpos morenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os pecados mortais</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o feitiço da sorte</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o jugo da potência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o mistério da morte</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a razão da Ciência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o réu e o tribunal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a balança a justiça</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o bem e a moral</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a couve e a hortaliça</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a teia da aranha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a cama e o lençol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o santo e a sanha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a casca e o caracol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são memórias de crimes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a fêmea sensual</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os feitos sublimes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o samba genial</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o amante enganado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mulher na corda bamba</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são os cantares de Amado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o samba é o samba</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são poemas serenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">odes triunfais</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são brasões titulares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o ouro e a sinagoga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o vinho e os lupanares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o ópio e a droga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o rio e a ponte</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a nascente e a foz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a seca e a fonte</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o mudo e a voz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a contradição</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o farrapo e a toga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o mata-borrão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é esta jigajoga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são prantos e acenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são pontos cardeais</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a desproporção</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a pulga e o paquiderme</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a putrefacção</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o abutre e o verme</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a transformação</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a larva e a borboleta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o xadrez e o peão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a Poesia e o poeta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a exploração</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o mineiro o operário</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a cautela o leilão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o salário o salário</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são as trevas da vida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a noite e o pardieiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os filhos e a comida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o dinheiro o dinheiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são tugúrios obscenos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e multinacionais</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que têm de menos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os que têm de mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é fazer a partilha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do Amor mais profundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é a maior maravilha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é o acto fecundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é mau é bom é mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Setembro 1977</span></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-4499285186474332188?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-55169621000988810532009-07-01T13:46:00.002+01:002009-07-01T13:51:09.307+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SktbtFBm1rI/AAAAAAAAAas/_7zJp0TXMUw/s1600-h/musico.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SktbtFBm1rI/AAAAAAAAAas/_7zJp0TXMUw/s320/musico.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353473412061124274" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Conheci um músico</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que massacrava todo o dia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as cordas dum violino</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na esquina libertadora da viela</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">triste e singela</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">era um pedinte</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de melodias ultrapassadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">continuo a passar por ele</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">envelheceu, o infeliz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">já não me acena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">agora toca na alameda</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do primeiro culpado deste reino</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">amealha palmas falsificadas em metal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e faz parte das atracções turísticas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desta terra pobre e crucificada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como Jesus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Julho 1963</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-5516962100098881053?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-29469551970304722802009-07-01T12:49:00.003+01:002009-07-01T16:09:16.034+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SktaXIxxFuI/AAAAAAAAAak/NGz4alniNXs/s1600-h/ano.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SktaXIxxFuI/AAAAAAAAAak/NGz4alniNXs/s320/ano.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353471935599679202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>I</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ele aí está!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... entusiasmo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">alegria histérica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sofreguidão de ser o primeiro a...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">delírio colectivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As senhoras sobem um degrau</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">apoiando-se nas cadeiras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que não se entusiasmam com a superstição</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e pedem três coisas misteriosas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como só as mulheres conseguem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- pedir a quem?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dentro dos fatos recentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">gravata nova</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">comprada ao vendedor ambulante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">alfinete de ouro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">herdado dos ícones familiares</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os donos do clã erguem a taça para "as saúdes"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e formulam secretos votos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de uma brilhante temporada do seu clube</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">brindam pela tão merecida promoção</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">bebem pela manutenção do "status quo"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">declaram longa vida para o omnipotente protector</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- mal suspeita o Judas -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">abafam estas anímicas fraquezas compreensíveis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em "hip urras" arrebatadores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enquanto imaginam </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">momentâneas e explêndidas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as ancas daquela pequena da tabacaria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que ainda não perdeu o respeito por si própria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nos "réveillons" de sociedade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sucedem bailes e espectáculos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a euforia luminosa entorna-se pelos convivas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">brilhos da líbido projectam promessas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e geram sinistras esperanças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos apetites erectos dos homens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">absortos na contemplação desses animais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">frívolos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e caríssimos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Até que o dia desponta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e recomeça o ciclo vicioso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de mais um ano inalterável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>II</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Eu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">entrei no novo ano</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como quem abre uma porta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e passa, indiferente, para o mesmo sítio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque pressinto que tudo se irá manter </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na pátria casa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a mancha na parede do passado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o pé partido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do móvel onde se guarda a liberdade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">podre o soalho que pisamos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Beijei meus filhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aborreci-me muito nessa noite</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">só por me lembrar de tanta gente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão inconsciente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que até se mascarava de alegria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Deitado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perguntei ao que acabava de chegar </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quantas voltas daria o mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos doze meses da sua ditadura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quantos milhões de entes vestiriam ou despiriam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o manto indecoroso da fome</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quantas crianças se transmudariam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do vexame da esmola</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para a carícia admirável da escola</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Talvez muitos mais sejam felizes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de hoje a um ano</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">embora a parede</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aqui</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">manchada permaneça</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quebrado o pé do móvel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">podre o chão do espírito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Janeiro 1963</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-2946955197030472280?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-17725306756084351702009-07-01T12:08:00.002+01:002009-07-01T12:47:46.617+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SktM1ogdAmI/AAAAAAAAAac/QiiKsMwWyLA/s1600-h/ami.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 81px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SktM1ogdAmI/AAAAAAAAAac/QiiKsMwWyLA/s320/ami.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353457066350281314" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Quando somos pequeninos</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">imensas promessas parecem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e raras se realizam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por exemplo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e principalmente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">andamos ao colo de perfumadas senhoras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que beijos e louvores nos distribuem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">gratuitos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não por "sermos um espanto de esperteza"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão-pouco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"giríssimos e umas caras tão patuscas"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">isso sim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para cumprirem a semanal boa acção piedosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">à custa dos filhos de parentes ou vizinhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">menos abastados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Através desse estratagema</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão fácil como as suas vidas preparadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as diplomáticas senhoras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">saldam contas com o deus credor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e avarento de fiéis hipócritas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Quando somos pequeninos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tratam-nos as perfumadíssimas senhoras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por querido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">amorzinho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pequenucho adorado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as tais distintas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">jovens </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e perfumadíssimas senhoras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esposas-cortesãs de abastados cavalheiros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">respeitáveis sujeitos muito entrados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na idade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e nos bolsos dos explorados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as tais distintas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">jovens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perfumadíssimas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e diplomáticas senhoras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que nos convidam para banquetes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">repletos de bolos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">luzes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">brinquedos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">lagostas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">caviar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">champagne</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">criados fardados a rigor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e pinheiros de natal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com dois metros de altura iluminada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por bolinhas multicolores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Bondades de gente que sabe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de gente que tem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que os respeitáveis abastados cavalheiros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">muito entrados na idade e nos corpos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos oprimidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pagam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem por tal darem nota</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">têm um coração tão límpido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão crente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão tão tão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as tais distintas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">jovens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perfumadíssimas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">diplomáticas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e católicas senhoras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cujos lábios brilham</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quais jóias preciosas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de traições cravejadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as damas das supremas elegâncias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos mórbidos vícios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos hábeis corpos adúlteros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as cortesãs de olhares candidamente eróticos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para futuras majestades carnais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de macios contornos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e carnes nacaradas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que nos permitem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ingénuas intimidades</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e nos beijam nos lábios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">melosas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como se fôsemos uma espécie de amantes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">domesticados à distância</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que nos concedem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">breves amizades e brincadeiras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com os seus intocáveis e altíssimos filhos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que condescendem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">transigem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as tais distintas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">jovens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perfumadíssimas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">diplomáticas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">católicas senhoras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as tais damas das supremas elegâncias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos mórbidos vícios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos hábeis corpos adúlteros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">queridas são elas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as tais cortesãs ricas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">alvas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e belas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que prometem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">estragam </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">oferecem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas só enquanto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">somos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pequeninos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Junho 1972</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-1772530675608435170?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-86977578169800520512009-07-01T02:14:00.003+01:002009-07-01T02:21:41.421+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skq585B8YPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-qM9LhRIwYs/s1600-h/vg.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skq585B8YPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-qM9LhRIwYs/s320/vg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353295562835517682" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sim</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de novo voltarias a fazer o mesmo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">todos o sabemos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">companheiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de novo voltarias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- voltarás?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com esses límpidos olhos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a palavra sem embuste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a lúcida presença galvanizante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de novo bradarias o verbo sem impostura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de novo atingirias o patético sem sofisma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de novo alcançarias a abnegação sem fachada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de novo o mundo se dignaria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pousar olhos incrédulos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">num homem magistral</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que discursou coerência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e executou Justiça</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos confins duma Pátria martirizada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Fevereiro 1976</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-8697757816980052051?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-70690881087001538142009-07-01T02:05:00.002+01:002009-07-01T02:13:56.646+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skq4SMGt9yI/AAAAAAAAAaM/uabaPYO_OQU/s1600-h/rec.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skq4SMGt9yI/AAAAAAAAAaM/uabaPYO_OQU/s320/rec.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353293729709815586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Honras para eles</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- jamais pesar ou compaixão -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pela doce promissão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dum dia que não lograram</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">honras para eles</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque tingiram as almas das bandeiras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com gotas de sangues simétricos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">honras para eles</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">jamais pesar ou compaixão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque aceitaram os desígnios do sacrifício reservado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque mataram sabendo a razão por que lutavam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque morreram pensando a vastidão onde tombavam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">honras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para os que foram dizimados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não vencidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">honras </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelos bravos de Espanha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com eles</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vogaremos sempre nos ventos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da semelhante aspiração</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">honras </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não proventos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e jamais pesar ou compaixão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Badajoz, Outubro 1965</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7069088108700153814?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-69381619900192323262009-07-01T01:58:00.002+01:002009-07-01T02:04:12.792+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skq2AaiI1LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PwE0LTZeCxk/s1600-h/hcm.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 66px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skq2AaiI1LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PwE0LTZeCxk/s320/hcm.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353291225322017970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Passou a maioridade</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a guerra que lhes traz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o ódio do ocidente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que monstruosidade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- há garras mesmo más </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas mãos de certa gente...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o civilizador</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nega independência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">paradoxalmente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é como se um doutor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aplicasse a Ciência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem curar o doente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Américas ou Franças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">são moinhos de vento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">visões à D. Quixote</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- se um Povo somar esperanças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com razões a cem por cento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não há quem o derrote!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Paris, Março 1967</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-6938161990019232326?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-88442180893715754982009-07-01T01:49:00.002+01:002009-07-01T01:58:16.090+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skq0nmqjS8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/aUvCbnd3IV8/s1600-h/al.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skq0nmqjS8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/aUvCbnd3IV8/s320/al.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353289699570174914" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tem graça</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... quanto possui do mais primário instinto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">este tecido miserável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de que somos feitos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de que somos frutos...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">assim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem emendas nem ressalvas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">todo o instante presente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">revela-se na contradição métrica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do momento seguinte...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... trouxeste o corpo trigueiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e o enigma palpitante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na noite dum calor convidativo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">teus seios transparentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">roçavam carícias de nuvens estivais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e cantavas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sentada no terraço alentejano</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aquela canção tão singular</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... "uma ilha azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no meio do mar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do mar"...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... pobre escrava resignada aos ditames da carne</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- ouves aquelas vozes assentadas num riso de fatalismo?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">finge</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sê ao menos feliz por eles</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que eu prefiro renunciar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aos prazeres provincianos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de serões ultrapassados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ferreira Alentejo, Junho 1956</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-8844218089371575498?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-26747381484131257352009-07-01T01:43:00.002+01:002009-07-01T01:48:16.122+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkqyQPoGD_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sEe3bf7mH7w/s1600-h/poema.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 67px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkqyQPoGD_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sEe3bf7mH7w/s320/poema.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353287099225608178" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Não esperes que consiga</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">qualquer acto transcendente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que isto, minha constante ambígua</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">foi sempre a mesma espiga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">intermitente:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- o verso sobre a cantiga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">horizontalmente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nunca te havia impelido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a desejos evidentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dum ritmo tão sustenido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas divido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as relações que consentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e reparto-as contigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em multidões de sementes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Genève, Abril 1967</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-2674738148413125735?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-2247565023743831552009-07-01T00:27:00.002+01:002009-07-01T00:36:43.199+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkqhescWk8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/hrDAdiPjaDI/s1600-h/noc.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 71px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkqhescWk8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/hrDAdiPjaDI/s320/noc.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268655781483458" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Apaga essa luz</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">poupa-me o desgosto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de ver como me expuz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">à presença do ausente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">recuso a patente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das rugas e do rosto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fecha essa janela</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que toda a primavera foi tolhida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de certa dor mordida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por mares da solidão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">luz - não quero tê-la</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dá-me escuridão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">corre esse cortinado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">deixa-me existir assim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mudo e apagado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na obscuridade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- não te chegues a mim!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... sujas-te toda de infelicidade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vence essa incerteza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e ordena à vida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que absorva os plurais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da nossa frieza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">depois de seres vencida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não quero morrer mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Fevereiro 1963</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-224756502374383155?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-18457400401856239682009-06-30T23:33:00.004+01:002009-06-30T23:44:52.871+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkqVWmCXkrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2TpHKkvCL1c/s1600-h/nu.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkqVWmCXkrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2TpHKkvCL1c/s320/nu.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353255322483397298" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uma destas mornas tardes</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">farto de esperar pelo sol posto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">resolvi morrer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a carne putrefacta do meu rosto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ainda ousou ficar a escarnecer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da maior partida que a morte lhe pregou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o enterro foi um passeio saudável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">digno da derrota</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pena o dia inteiro instável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dum inferno provával</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que jamais me abandonou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas o demónio do inverno</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não é nada amável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e a chuva lá ganhou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a bancarrota</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do derradeiro jogo da batota</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem remissão desci no cemitério</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como um rio descansa sobre a foz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou uma virgem pretende o seu mistério</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">então</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os vermes lúgubres de cio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cobriram bodas de recém-chegados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e depois a meia voz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">num guincho atroz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de sexos encharcados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">rugiram:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- enfim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">só isto e nós!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Fevereiro 1963</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-1845740040185623968?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-27615658203103718962009-06-30T18:32:00.003+01:002009-07-01T11:49:12.004+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkpN5ZC2HHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rJ3OLQ0ZtAc/s1600-h/al.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkpN5ZC2HHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rJ3OLQ0ZtAc/s320/al.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353176755453959282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Divago</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">num vazio de intenções</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">despreocupado e </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">oco nas ideias descarnadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a indigestão do dia-a-dia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">arrasta-me para a arena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das batalhas perdidas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vamos queridos amigos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">conversemos sobre coisas prenhes de nadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não acreditem nesta imbecilidade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão aparente como o arco-íris</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da vossa eloquência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão apócrifa como qualquer conto de fadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que vos tenham desencantado há anos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tu querida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aproxima-te</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que eu pago o sacrifício da tua incompreensão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">abre-te</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desabafa angústias contagiosas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">acorda sensações inebriantes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que o álcool está estupefacto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para ser tragado depois das palavras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">espera!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tenho uma barba de sete dias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e por enquanto não me apetece</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">hibernar na caverna</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do teu sexo-taxímetro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sto. António Caparica, Março 1965</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-2761565820310371896?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-89468322179290655032009-06-30T18:22:00.002+01:002009-06-30T18:31:11.185+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkpL1StV84I/AAAAAAAAAZE/b5nJXmq7_Hg/s1600-h/copos.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkpL1StV84I/AAAAAAAAAZE/b5nJXmq7_Hg/s320/copos.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353174486010426242" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Destruíram-no</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do que seria o homem medianamente vulgar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">jaz um boneco seco e incómodo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aos safanões a si mesmo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">líquidos feíssimos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desfizeram-lhe o encanto negligente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos verdes anos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e adeus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dias inquebráveis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desfigurou-se</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pragueja como o vento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pune pelos fracos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esgrime justiças contra espelhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e a loucura já especula</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com trémulos sentidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pouco lhe resta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- um tudo-nada -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para sorver o vil aperitivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">contra-veneno ignóbil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das situações péssimas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Dezembro 1964</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-8946832217929065503?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-42805859093314842882009-06-30T17:47:00.005+01:002009-07-01T11:52:37.120+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkpG4UjGSlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5BPK6Pd_JRc/s1600-h/caos.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 79px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkpG4UjGSlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5BPK6Pd_JRc/s320/caos.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353169040485796434" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Não devo ser prático</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem simpático</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sequer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser mulher</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem devo ser homem inteiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">devo ser meio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">deve meio haver</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">devo ser feio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser D. Sebastião</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem devo desfazer o nevoeiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">devo ser em vão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não receio o treze à sexta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não cinjo cinturas de vespa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem fujo à aventura quixotesca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, fantasy;">não devo ser honesto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, fantasy;">não risco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não me empresto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não petisco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não aquilo não isto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não presto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem arrisco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não trago o indigesto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não arrumo o protesto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem mastigo "o antes" do patriotismo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser simples nem composto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não evito o mau gesto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não aceito o meu gosto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não lamento o mal gasto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem a solidão de tudo o resto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser diferente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem galante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">interessante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">inteligente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser o tal esposo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem razoável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem tolerante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem tolerável ou indulgente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser insosso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não agradeço o agradável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem abandono o que não posso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser gente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não sou nada quarto nem crescente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não privo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não provo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não dobro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não desarmo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não sirvo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser sóbrio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não valho a obra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não embrulho o micróbio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não rejeito o ébrio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não recebo o tédio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem o verdete do cobre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem a gorjeta do pobre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem o veneno da cobra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem o esqueleto do nobre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo ser normal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não me seduz a vida habitual</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem é durante o dia que manobra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a escassa razão que me sobra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não devo deixar de ser assim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um resto de pouco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e até ao fim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o derradeiro louco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de mim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Fevereiro 1978</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-4280585909331484288?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-57889132721336394612009-06-30T16:45:00.004+01:002009-06-30T16:50:03.200+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkozupBD2II/AAAAAAAAAYs/ry8SED5cl8A/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkozupBD2II/AAAAAAAAAYs/ry8SED5cl8A/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353147983460554882" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No templo penitenciário</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jesus</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">jaz presidiário</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Disse revolução</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E morreu castigado</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">numa injustiça-cruz</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">esculpida</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">em pau-religião</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">estilo plenário</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fica deste lado</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cristo:</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">és cadastrado</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">como nós</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">irmão</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Valladolid, Junho 67</span></span></span></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-5788913272133639461?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-66872715143702520022009-06-30T16:39:00.003+01:002009-06-30T16:44:19.903+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkoyrbX8zoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CZ6SRcN2-6U/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 58px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkoyrbX8zoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CZ6SRcN2-6U/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353146828747230850" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Revolvo o pensamento</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">à procura de rima</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">para este céu cinzento</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lembrei-me de Hiroshima</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">e uma lágrima, leio</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">em língua oriental</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chorou-a o Mundo, cheio</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">de dor Univ</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">er</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sal</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">e más recordações</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O mais amargo aroma</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">pôs o ponto final</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">neste poema em coma</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px; font-family:Helvetica, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:medium;"><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">T</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">er</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">rível e oblíquo</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ex-h</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">er</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ói sem razão</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">esqueleto dum idioma</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">e vingador iníquo</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">da iníqua missão</span></span></span></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-6687271514370252002?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-39359506580848077092009-06-30T16:32:00.004+01:002009-06-30T17:45:15.186+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkpBEsc4RSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Fk9PMwvDPro/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkpBEsc4RSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Fk9PMwvDPro/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353162655990826274" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nossa luta</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é um botão</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de rosa</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">av</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">er</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">melhado</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Corrói as grades</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da prisão</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ansiosa</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por s</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">er</span></span></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> a evasão</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span><span style="line-height: 28px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do condenado</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-3935950658084807709?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-79980632050320776532009-06-30T16:16:00.002+01:002009-06-30T16:21:36.800+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkotdVWxuXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/56clhgxhPrM/s1600-h/prece.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 71px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkotdVWxuXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/56clhgxhPrM/s320/prece.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353141089055390066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mais pragas lhe deito</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mais raivas me esqueço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">estendo-me no leito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">arrefeço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">volto-me do avesso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se não me sirvo de lençol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pareço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">renego o seu dó bemol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">escarneço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fico tranquilo e infeliz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">embora um tudo-nada satisfeito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com o lívido sol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do meu ídolo de gesso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ofendo-o e peço bis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">viro-lhe as costas com todo o respeito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">agradeço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o mal que me fiz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as honras que lhe tenho feito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e adormeço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Maio 1972</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7998063205032077653?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-56772587221261844202009-06-30T16:07:00.002+01:002009-06-30T16:14:15.439+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skorv5sZwKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PCdAj01BXas/s1600-h/js.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skorv5sZwKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PCdAj01BXas/s320/js.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353139209024159906" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um poema</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão singelo quanto possa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão breve e completo quanto saiba</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um poema isolado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que em nossa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">estrita dimensão caiba</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um poema esbarrado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no pó peculiar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da pátria invertida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um poema sentido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como o sangue vivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dum organismo celular</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">circulante e primitivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um poema sem magia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para não ficar ao lado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da cósmica Poesia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um poema</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">modesto e maravilhado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por ser parente afastado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos cunhados com a sua pena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Maio 1978</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-5677258722126184420?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-77500205102444807972009-06-30T15:31:00.002+01:002009-06-30T15:37:22.512+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkojGR6sONI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1e7nzhu2Gow/s1600-h/ci.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkojGR6sONI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1e7nzhu2Gow/s320/ci.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353129697879013586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mostrava meias azuis por demais</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o pescoço cheirava a framboesa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a boca, às brisas dos pinhais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os olhos a verde-mar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no peito dois carnavais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de luzes a acenar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">convites de pureza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e a respirarem esféricos sinais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de rija redondeza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">segredei na escuridão acesa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">bijou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pombinha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">petit-chou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e concluí à - portuguesa -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que era "canja de galinha"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- onde te meteste tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">francesa minha?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Paris, Março 1967</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7750020510244480797?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-45892392497244954072009-06-30T15:21:00.003+01:002009-06-30T16:28:01.621+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkohfHfSBxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TCKXWFMc0OQ/s1600-h/lu.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 51px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkohfHfSBxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TCKXWFMc0OQ/s320/lu.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353127925553170194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ao sul há os proletários</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o calor com os comunistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as charnecas em conquistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os mais latifundiários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as praias para banhistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os teatros das coristas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a cidade sobre horários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a fome e os vigaristas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os políticos vigários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a revolta por falsários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os lobos capitalistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os ideais sedentários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a tourada em cornos vários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as revoluções egoístas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as greves dos operários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ao norte há os santuários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os terços evangelistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as lendas entre rosários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o vinho sobre os artistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os senhores reaccionários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as montanhas moralistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o frio para os proletários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os incêndios terroristas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os ódios incendiários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o afonso das conquistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a luta e os operários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os escritores revolucionários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">também há capitalistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">poderes latifundiários</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e portanto, comunistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Fevereiro 1976</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-4589239249724495407?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-42804693782119425512009-06-30T13:52:00.003+01:002009-06-30T15:19:33.250+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkoOtaC21-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/P0wFCLnNZws/s1600-h/ma.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkoOtaC21-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/P0wFCLnNZws/s320/ma.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353107280331462626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Porque escrevo?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Serei cobarde ou louco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para me segredar nestes caracteres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aquilo que não fui capaz de confessar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">noutra voz?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Porque escrevo?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pela vaidade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de um certo alheamento ao mundo das pessoas normais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que cumprem os dias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como um horário de trabalho forçado?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Porque escrevo?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dar-me-á este contacto mecânico </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da mão espreguiçada da palavra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">alguma indemnização ou lenitivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para amenizar a má vontade com que me tolero?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Porque escrevo?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Conseguirei resolver o enigma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">invocando o estafado subterfúgio da "necessidade psicológica"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobejamente verdadeiro e fácil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para iludir cepticismos literários?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Porque escrevo?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Será que me perdi</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no labirinto imenso da criação onde vagabundeio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">armado em caçador de ideias a fugirem-me sempre mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não sem que as persiga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a pensar noutras realidades?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Exactamente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Viana do Castelo, Maio 1963</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-4280469378211942551?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-35331794612836513662009-06-30T11:30:00.003+01:002009-06-30T15:17:38.323+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SknscPZotlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HqQ4p8ZgzvA/s1600-h/regio.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SknscPZotlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HqQ4p8ZgzvA/s320/regio.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353069602021094994" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que podem esses intrusos</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">suspeitos sermões clericais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou bazucas dos cotim-generais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">contra castelos da tua Poesia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se com ela destapas obesos abusos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e revives repleto na mais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">imcomparavelmente doce companhia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que nos furtou também à monotonia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de vagos optimismos vegetais?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Para quê tantos cínicos vernizes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em severos comentários obtusos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">afectos aos vaguíssimos lusos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">peninsulares países</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se as soberbas bebedeiras temporais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">volteiam como imensos parafusos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que embriagam sentenças ou juízes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e se este universo dos tormentos imortais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde fervilham maldições banais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tatua no papel as cicatrizes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de vinganças sobrenaturais?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Maio 1972</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-3533179461283651366?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-86864273710522660952009-06-30T03:32:00.005+01:002009-06-30T03:39:16.357+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skl6V1LXvzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/EuEPz4mwzqg/s1600-h/con.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skl6V1LXvzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/EuEPz4mwzqg/s320/con.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352944147577159474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Se não expelires ao menos um instante</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de delírio reconfortante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">num dia excepcional</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que brilhas tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mulher cristal?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Se não forjares um pecado original</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como as heroínas dum bordel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou de Scott Fitzgerald</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que meditas tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mulher cinzel?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Se não compuseres na tua sombra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nocturnos de pompa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e circunstância</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que existes tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mulher substância?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Agosto 1979</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-8686427371052266095?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-77631372601439967312009-06-30T03:10:00.005+01:002009-06-30T19:34:34.695+01:00<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skl4HZ1nM6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/hhAf4RuHocM/s320/lenin.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352941700696716194" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;">Tu<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vernáculo Vladimir</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">obreiro da Revolução admirável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que experimentou o mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e colheu em sobressalto alguns déspotas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com outros tantos deuses humanamente egoístas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">encurralaste o povo para cumprir um sagrado dever</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">até então jamais concluído</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">imenso Ilyitch</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">profeta e mestre dessa transformação decisiva </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">conseguiste estrelas a cintilar </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre os destinos da Mãe Pátria oprimida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas por tuas mãos tão libertada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que hoje até se atreve a demais astros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">último Ulianov</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">voz activa a soletrar lucidez e desespero</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desataste braços</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">multiplicaste orgulhos obreiros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">carregaste-os de palavras universais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e conseguiste essa união excepcional</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(num destes dias a que chamam feriados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez para que as pessoas se sintam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ainda mais abandonadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fiquei tempos parado junto à montra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duma loja de vender bichos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enquanto estranhos silêncios de ócios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">alagavam a rua deserta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">interdita ao insólito burburinho circulante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos trânsitos desordenados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e um sol barbaramente implacável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">batia de chapa contra o vidro da montra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">daquele cubículo de impingir bichos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde as aves emudeciam sufocantes tristezas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e o pungente olhar dum cão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">me pedia nem sei o quê...)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não contenho uma voz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como a de Mayakovsky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas garanto que só alguém como foste</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Léo Lenine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">faria Justiça aos pobres animais encarcerados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelas lamentáveis minorias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das cruéis multidões escravizadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Setembro 1965</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7763137260143996731?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-11585554361160253862009-06-30T03:03:00.002+01:002009-06-30T03:09:18.218+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Sklzt4hKYRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GQ-XNOgIunw/s1600-h/luar.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 64px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Sklzt4hKYRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GQ-XNOgIunw/s320/luar.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352936864209330450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A lua beijava o leito</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">naquela noite cálida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">serena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">envolvia-nos no seu carinho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">feito de penumbra doce e amena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vultos jaziam envoltos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na prata do luar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e pensamentos revoltos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">chocavam-se pelo ar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">silhuetas brancas e pretas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desenhavam nas paredes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os cantos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tinham encantos sinuosos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">maravilhosos reflexos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de murmúrios profundos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dialogavam sexos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- duas bocas presas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em mútuas rezas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a deuses de outros mundos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vestígio das supremas belezas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">suspensas num prodígio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de segundos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Agosto 1959</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-1158555436116025386?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-6063173413731416032009-06-30T02:58:00.002+01:002009-06-30T03:02:42.973+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SklyN0n8LNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ihnYSYYZ7h4/s1600-h/sirene.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SklyN0n8LNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ihnYSYYZ7h4/s320/sirene.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352935213896576210" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Estava lá por estar</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nessa quinta-feira</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dum conhecimanto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobranceira ao mar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e sentada à beira</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do seu pensamento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a cor dos cabelos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">era um negro sério</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a imitar veludo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e os olhos só vê-los</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">densos num mistério</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mais raro que tudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na boca morena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">lábios de boneca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um beijo lhe ponho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sete horas, que pena</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fim da linha recta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">princípio do sonho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Estoril, Agosto 1958</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-606317341373141603?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-34614952516435715402009-06-30T02:47:00.002+01:002009-06-30T02:52:58.527+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Sklv8ed_0oI/AAAAAAAAAW8/M4I7UXIHEIA/s1600-h/fire.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Sklv8ed_0oI/AAAAAAAAAW8/M4I7UXIHEIA/s320/fire.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352932716868260482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">É tão triste esta dor</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de cegarmos a vida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem a luz duma flor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que nos perfume a ferida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Faz pena e custa tanto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">lidar com certa gente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que usa nariz de santo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e a rezar nos mente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que ardam de azedume</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os que nos humilharam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se os queimar como lume</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">foi lume que atearam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Guarda, Março 1965</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-3461495251643571540?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-30127609648565348282009-06-30T02:36:00.002+01:002009-06-30T02:45:11.758+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkluGudZOcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/661A1J-TFZ4/s1600-h/an.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkluGudZOcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/661A1J-TFZ4/s320/an.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352930693936134594" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Despreocupada vai</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ziguezagueando indo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no passeio da sua vaidade adolescente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">evitando sol que a apalpe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sombra que a desbote</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dedos que a deformem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ei-la</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">firme e aparente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">digna e transigente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no seu passinho elegante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que transportará o minúsculo orgulho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de prostituta grátis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">até ao espaço interior dum notável último modelo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">conduzido por qualquer imbecil nacionalista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e ultra-conservador</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Numa próxima ocasião</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ele a recomendará</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no círculo dos amigos de classe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como a melhor aquisição da época</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para o delírio aristocrático-sexual</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das suas vidas insignificantemente nulas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e criminosas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Portimão, Julho 1963</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-3012760964856534828?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-25720990338880856602009-06-30T02:18:00.002+01:002009-06-30T02:26:33.856+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SklpvWNmYNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Oh7D98YpsJY/s1600-h/che.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SklpvWNmYNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Oh7D98YpsJY/s320/che.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352925894243934418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que ninguém </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durma um sono despreocupado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem possa descansar sem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">verter um nojo pungente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na boca deste mundo mascarado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de crente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que ninguém</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nenhum homem atento </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">verdadeiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">adormeça o motor do consciente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre o macio esquecimento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do travesseiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que ninguém</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ninguém se deite a esquecer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o crime pesado como chumbo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem ser obrigado a saber</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que existem crianças neste mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a sofrer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que ninguém</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mais manifeste um sentimento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mate sedes, alegrias ou desejos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem responder em vendavais ao vento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cara a cara</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porque</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">longe dos filhos e dos beijos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">morreu Ernesto "Che" Guevara</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Outubro 1967</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-2572099033888085660?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-74368765171240631802009-06-30T02:12:00.002+01:002009-06-30T02:18:16.621+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Sklnzmk_bBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/p8HeWvRNWG0/s1600-h/cha.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Sklnzmk_bBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/p8HeWvRNWG0/s320/cha.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352923768333233170" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Acabou-se</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o que lá vai, lá vai</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">judeu o meu filho fosse</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">socialista fosse o pai</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">O Reich </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desmoronou-se</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">graças a deus tudo cai</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">polaco o meu filho fosse</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">jugoslavo fosse o pai</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desanuviou-se</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">crimes de guerra, olvidai</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">eslavo meu filho fosse</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou que russo fosse o pai</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a humanidade </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não espera </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por cepticismos de fé</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">judeu Jesus Cristo era</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">proletário, Cristo é</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Düsseldorf, Junho 1967</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7436876517124063180?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-9752602118893289282009-06-30T01:56:00.002+01:002009-06-30T02:04:31.030+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Sklkk2UjtFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/c-e2xRJ6Nos/s1600-h/sol.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Sklkk2UjtFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/c-e2xRJ6Nos/s320/sol.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352920216326354002" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Quando ressuscitavam versos das areias</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">gostavas de bordar inspirações marinhas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">escolhias conchas sempre brancas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para enfeitares os cachos de palavras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e fazias autênticos penteados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">prometi-te então um poema</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para o dia de aniversário</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tu sorriste e respondeste-me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com recantos admiráveis desse corpo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enquanto os teus olhos formosos e celestes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">divagavam mares por cima dos meus ombros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">faíscou então</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aquele relâmpago traiçoeiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que me deixou de boca aberta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a ver-te reviver noutros braços</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dou o dito por não dito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sou vingativo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">já não escrevo poema nenhum</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fecho esta porta que dava para ti</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">serpente venenosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">peixe-aranha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">grande cínica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas também</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">doce</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">terna</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">absoluta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e exacta mulher</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Fevereiro 1962</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-975260211889328928?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-36022453139705561402009-06-30T01:32:00.003+01:002009-06-30T20:27:43.097+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkleghRPOfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CvAz-o-oWOM/s1600-h/bi.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 72px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkleghRPOfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CvAz-o-oWOM/s320/bi.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352913544886041074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nessa manhã ainda adolescente</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que nos seguiu os passos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fugimos do ridículo constante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- recordas-te?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o dia era recente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a Natureza dava-nos abraços</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... foi tudo num instante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em silêncios de ouro nos trocámos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">falámos sem dizer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esquecemo-nos até</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas por fim conversámos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pusémo-nos a ler</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">bebemos um café</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nessa manhã ainda adolescente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que nos seguiu os passos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fugimos do ridículo constante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- recordas-te?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os pássaros num allegro permanente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e as árvores regiam os compassos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da nossa melodia penetrante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Agosto 1961</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-3602245313970556140?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-6173829503145617732009-06-30T01:09:00.002+01:002009-06-30T01:23:13.761+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skla52zmC7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/sdLAaJ_1ZDo/s1600-h/lx.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 60px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Skla52zmC7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/sdLAaJ_1ZDo/s320/lx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352909582117505970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Cidade</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos saudosismos devotos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos seculares terramotos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos santos aburguesados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Saudade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos anos fora de portas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos ripanços pelas hortas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos hábitos ultrapassados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pintura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos frescos becos de Alfama</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos barcos que o Tejo chama</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos fados empedernidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ternura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos vasos nos varandins</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das crianças nos jardins</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das ideias nos ruídos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Miséria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos anos da concordata</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos tantos bairros de lata</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos prostíbulos nas veias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Matéria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das políticas em prol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das gírias do futebol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das revoluções alheias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Cartaz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das praias em frontispício</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das noites iguais ao vício</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos hospitais purgatórios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tenaz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das pielas sociais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das vielas criminais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos proscritos dormitórios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Império</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos cemitérios viventes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das naus aos descobrimentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos feitos e das histótrias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mistério</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos que navegam nas vidas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das leis e dos suicidas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das traições e das glórias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Passado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das uniões espontâneas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das lutas subterrâneas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das frentes clandestinas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mercado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das bandeiras em leilões</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos votos nas eleições</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das ilusões intestinas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Coroa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos espinhos que usufruo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos dentes do aqueduto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos rosários e da grei</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das paixões antes rancor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos ódios depois Amor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e dos filhos que gerei</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, 18 Janeiro 1980</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-617382950314561773?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-58631330998346900662009-06-29T13:32:00.002+01:002009-06-29T13:45:54.813+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Ski3eGXaoAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-iinQA1JiOI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/Ski3eGXaoAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-iinQA1JiOI/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729884862619650" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Durante as lautas almoçaradas lusas</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">resolvem-se atribuladas crises clubistas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">eliminam-se gravíssimas situações financeiras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mediante imediatos aumentos de quotas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">negoceiam-se transferências</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de formidáveis jogadores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">antevêem-se projectos para um </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">rápido fomento e massificação do desporto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante as lusas almoçaradas lautas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Durante as lautas almoçaradas lusas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">promovem-se funcionários medíocres</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">limpam-se cadastros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">viram-se vidas do avesso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">viabilizam-se sociedades falidas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">determinam-se despedimentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">combinam-se greves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante as lusas almoçaradas lautas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante as lautas almoçaradas lusas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">inauguram-se monumentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">descerram-se lápides</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">agraciam-se condecorações</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">constroem-se escolas e hospitais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">equilibram-se mórbidos orçamentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante as lusas almoçaradas lautas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante as lautas almoçaradas lusas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">firmam-se negócios de estado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">planeiam-se futuros governos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">adivinham-se partidos maioritários após as próximas eleições</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">invertem-se políticas partidárias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">formam-se siglas patrióticas e ligas democráticas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">exigem-se próximos empréstimos e prováveis impostos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">acordam-se imediatos aumentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante as lusas almoçaradas lautas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante as lautas almoçaradas lusas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">joga-se o futuro do país</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aumenta-se o nível de vida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">satisfaz-se a dívida na balança de pagamentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fala-se em nome do país</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">durante as lusas almoçaradas lautas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Porto Côvo, Agosto 1979</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-5863133099834690066?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-1032696571508054052009-06-29T01:19:00.002+01:002009-06-29T01:24:30.781+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkgJrlsFdyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BTlVwsEL6Gg/s1600-h/fc.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkgJrlsFdyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BTlVwsEL6Gg/s320/fc.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538801585878818" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Por ti bebo</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">à tua saúde embebedo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">distâncias que o mar repele</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por ti fervo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">persigo lumes de mel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cavalgo atrás do sossego</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por ti celebro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e não me arrojo tão cedo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das crinas deste corcel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aos lobos do arvoredo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por ti ergo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o gume hostil do cinzel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre o papel onde navego</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por ti escrevo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pela saga do teu quartel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na face dum verso tão azedo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Fevereiro 1960</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-103269657150805405?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-71052582249993625972009-06-29T01:13:00.002+01:002009-06-29T01:18:53.367+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkgIYuxYysI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fm-Jo4K92Js/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 66px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkgIYuxYysI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fm-Jo4K92Js/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352537378094893762" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Arde </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">oco cigarro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fogo vampiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">consome-te na voragem do barro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">renasce do fumo que respiro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Voa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">lépido vento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pérfido amigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">persegue para além do tempo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">flagelos dum vendaval castigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Parte</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">híbrido copo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">íntimo frio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">escorrega o sangue do teu corpo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e gela num vidro vazio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Vive</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">homem mortalha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">óbvia mulher</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sucumbe nas ruínas da batalha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">só por teimares em permanecer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Junho 1967</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7105258224999362597?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-58923893379522698852009-06-28T12:41:00.002+01:002009-06-28T12:54:03.027+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkdZ0BzH1OI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ms-OgflFhXk/s1600-h/m.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkdZ0BzH1OI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ms-OgflFhXk/s320/m.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352345432524051682" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Traz vida </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ao húmus da terra que nos traga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">suprema e derradeira</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão fêmea como a fome duma fraga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para cópulas de falos prometida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na empedrada forma primitiva</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">recita a pátria transmontana toda inteira</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desfilando rios de mágoa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sempre distante e repetida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">faz abrigos das lonjuras sem futuro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">entre calvários dessa opressão antiga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">posta em rostos crestados como o chão tão duro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duma promessa demente mas ciosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pela razão jamais distribuída</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">medita contemplações do homem puro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que mata a sede raríssima e formosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">bebendo na paisagem suicida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">jaz profeta sobre o casto povo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">testemunha um afronta permitida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por isso leio enquanto sofro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pregado aos espinhos dessa flor asquerosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vomita ternura fabulosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mesmo assim o Louvo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desfeito em palavras que lhe sorvo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dentro da humilde ferida sumptuosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a ele me entreguei e dou-vo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sto. António Caparica, Dezembro 1973</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-5892389337952269885?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-71394324358299411482009-06-28T12:39:00.002+01:002009-06-28T12:40:03.329+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkdWZy9uxwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/udXvbMC308o/s1600-h/m.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 67px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkdWZy9uxwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/udXvbMC308o/s320/m.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341683330533122" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Muito obrigado</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">meus queridos camaradas absortos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas memórias sobre os mortos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em respeito pelos vivos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e no remorso dos outros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">muito obrigado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">meus queridos camaradas tão devotos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo orgulho e na certeza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da vitória esmagadora</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">muito obrigado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">meus queridos camaradas todos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tidos na voz em que digo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">maldições contra a vileza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de tanta gente traidora</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na minha pátria tristeza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que até se pôs a esperar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a hora do vosso triunfo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para ir apadrinhar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma derradeira proeza</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">muito obrigado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">meus queridos distantes amigos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sois a grandeza dos nossos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quero apertar-vos os ossos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">companheiros, eu vos sigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">muito longe e ao vosso lado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se essa miragem consigo</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">muito obrigado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">companheiros meus já mortos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">meus camaradas tão queridos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">muito obrigado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Fevereiro 1976</span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7139432435829941148?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-22234193888469968442009-06-28T12:09:00.002+01:002009-06-28T12:24:56.867+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkdS_KgiEeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VuDXbjxTWg0/s1600-h/pcp.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkdS_KgiEeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VuDXbjxTWg0/s320/pcp.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352337927259165154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pelos homens humilhados</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">oprimidos e explorados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos quatro cantos do mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pela bandeira insubmissa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cor de um sagrado castigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelos que jazem no fundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos abismos da justiça</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas tombam de rosto erguido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">existes tu, meu Partido!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pelos mártires duma ordem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">extintos nos sangues que escorrem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos quatro cornos da guerra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e por todos quanto gemem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a um deus ensurdecido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para os sem lar e sem terra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelas crianças que tremem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de fome e frio consentido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">existes tu, meu Partido!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pelas mulheres que se enfeitam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das mágoas com quem se deitam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nos quatro quartos de amantes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelas mães que geram filhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem vislumbres de certezas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">contra as causas repugnantes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que vomitam dos gatilhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">suas vinganças sem sentidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">existes tu, meu Partido!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pelos que o mar hajam visto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em torturas anticristo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo Amor amplitude</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">das uniões operárias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo punho prometido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">à Paz e à Juventude</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pelas Reformas Agrárias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de outro povo conseguido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">existes tu, meu Partido!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pela Revolução que os puna</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo Hino da Comuna</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo progresso da História</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pela Pátria Universal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo homem pretendido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo dia da vitória</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pela Internacional</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelo pão retribuído</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">existes tu, meu Partido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">existes tu</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">meu Partido!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sto. António Caparica, Maio 1964</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-2223419388846996844?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-40106424914329772822009-06-27T17:54:00.002+01:002009-06-27T18:05:26.870+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkZRNxKIWLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WesFXk4H4Ok/s1600-h/ul.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 73px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkZRNxKIWLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WesFXk4H4Ok/s320/ul.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054504152389810" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Enternecedora</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a história daquele rapaz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que afinal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">já não vai para o ultramar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os amigos estreitaram-no em</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">morosos abraços</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de felicitações paralelas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- coisa íntima -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ele</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sorriu encantado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pagou o repasto comemorativo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do importante acontecimento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">num restaurante anónimo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">portas guardadas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">horas mortas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">chocante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a premeditada odisseia daquele jovem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que mora nas avenidas novas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é filho dum situacionista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sócio dum clube onomástico</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e fica a defender</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a sua querida pátria fascista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na rectaguarda</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Julho 1964</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-4010642491432977282?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-31827370782672109712009-06-27T13:23:00.002+01:002009-06-27T13:32:36.320+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYRWyVG4XI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vxk5tuGaFDE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 58px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYRWyVG4XI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vxk5tuGaFDE/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351984290341511538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Viver no suplício da ilusão</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cada vez mais inútil e pesada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é como estar a implorar perdão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por falta que não foi praticada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Poder-se andar e ajoelhar diante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos que dominam por meio de vilezas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é como transformar um certo instante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em sessenta segundos de incertezas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dever tributos àqueles que fecharam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um país, que não há quem o abra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">é como travar armas que disparam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou pôr vírgulas no meio duma palavra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Paris, Maio 1966</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-3182737078267210971?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-3327738215672040082009-06-27T13:12:00.002+01:002009-06-27T13:20:01.369+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYOaRpYirI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZxyRKhoF31c/s1600-h/h.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYOaRpYirI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZxyRKhoF31c/s320/h.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351981051752778418" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a abelha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pense na flor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a ave</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pense no ninho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o rio </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pense na foz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a rocha </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pense na estátua</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a árvore</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pense no fruto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o homem</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">raciocine</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quem ousar proibi-lo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">flor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ninho</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">foz </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">estátua</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fruto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">homem</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não seja.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Amadora, Fevereiro 1974</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-332773821567204008?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-36119739443926580012009-06-27T12:56:00.002+01:002009-06-27T13:10:19.533+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYMIItR1EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/heXMNkW_XTY/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYMIItR1EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/heXMNkW_XTY/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351978541092295746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um problema tão fácil</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem flores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de problema</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse poema</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um botequim tão lúcido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem fontes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de botequim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse jardim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uma esmola tão grande</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem riquezas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de esmola</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse escola</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uma rua tão límpida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem crianças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de rua</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse tua</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uma lição tão bela</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem histórias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de lição</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse canção</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um alguém tão sublime</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem delícias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de alguém</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse mãe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um castigo tão recto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem carinhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de castigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse amigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um senhor tão deus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem justiças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de senhor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse amor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um país tão digno</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">onde brotassem sorrisos</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que em vez de país</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se chamasse feliz</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Janeiro 1977</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-3611973944392658001?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-21531661191925158002009-06-27T12:33:00.004+01:002009-06-27T12:56:22.198+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYI3nl8nsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3eXqAbCnUFw/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 71px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYI3nl8nsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3eXqAbCnUFw/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351974958790385346" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">PS e ps</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma sigla</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duas letras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um sigilo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duas dúvidas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">PS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pode ser</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">país salvo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pró semelhante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">paz soberana</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pecado sublime</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perfeita sociedade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pleno ser</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pedra sábia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perigo sincero</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pénis sólido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para sempre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ps</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pode ser</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pois sim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">post scriptum</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">porto sandeman</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">puta sabida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">papo seco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pantomima sátira</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pau-santo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pai safado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">página suspensa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pára-sol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ps e PS </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma sigla</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duas letras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um sigilo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duas dúvidas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">PS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pode ser</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">punho severo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">paixão solene</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">peito são</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelos simples</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pura substância</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">presença solar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perfume sobre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pobre somente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">palavra sagrada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Partido Socialista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- porém</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">também </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">proletário sangue</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ps</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pode ser</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pouca sorte</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pão sem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pátria sacana</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">político sujo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">piolho sindical</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pronto senhor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">primeiro sargento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">polícia sectário</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pulhice senil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pseudo-socialista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- excepto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o incorrecto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">poder soviético</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">PS e ps</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma sigla</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duas letras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um sigilo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duas dúvidas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, 2 Dezembro 1979</span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-2153166119192515800?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-65143377264651003952009-06-27T12:21:00.003+01:002009-06-27T12:31:22.018+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYCst-mfoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lFw3-5lbcK4/s1600-h/a+queda.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYCst-mfoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lFw3-5lbcK4/s320/a+queda.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968174456077954" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sem o mínimo prenúncio</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um motivo causal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ao menos um culpado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">hipotético suspeito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sijeito ao código penal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Só um geométrico anúncio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um rectângulo mortal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o recado duma cruz</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no espaço ignorado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do hermético jornal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sem o prazer essencial</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um cigarro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um frenético corpo de mulher</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um vício</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">feito de carne e barro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">só a tentação do precipício</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um arrojo de morrer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">magnético</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... um crime sem perdão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">este </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de viver...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sem uma protecção da atmosfera</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma divina ciência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma tenra mão de primavera</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma milagrosa providência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dum deus dialético</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Só uma saudade do que era</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma sempre ausência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a girar no vazio desta esfera</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... paciência</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Dezembro 1971</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-6514337726465100395?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-80799863820010809532009-06-27T12:09:00.002+01:002009-06-27T12:19:36.224+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYAPQZIXdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jNyU9VmmsC8/s1600-h/lx.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkYAPQZIXdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jNyU9VmmsC8/s320/lx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351965469274824146" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minha Musa</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">oferta em estranha e difusa claridade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">eu te sei, a ti me somo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o azul do teu regaço me convida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para a rígida ventura dum abraço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cingido ao Amor de inventar vida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minha querida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">eu te tento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e rebento em Liberdade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tolhido pelas trevas deste Outono</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas alheio à noite que me invade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com os olhos te como</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">límpida e lusa verdade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te enleio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te fufo, te tomo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te passeio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">fêmea cidade Medusa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minha serpente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vasta e capital tortura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te pertenço, amante e mãe natal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em palavras te declamo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te amo e me dispo à tua frente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">numa total amargura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minha praga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">te olho e me recompenso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">constante imprecisa formosura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minha chaga adjacente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de ti sou e te dispenso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">minha ferida carnal da ditadura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">minha doce ilusão dum continente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Novembro 1965</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-8079986382001080953?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-44198073602139797992009-06-27T03:22:00.002+01:002009-06-27T03:27:29.376+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkWDhy8JCnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MvBpvfXi5j4/s1600-h/cafe.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkWDhy8JCnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MvBpvfXi5j4/s320/cafe.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351828348832647794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ondulas</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como o vôo das aves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cortando os derradeiros momentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dum entardecer vermelho e outonal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e fazes-me pensar em paragens inóspitas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">utópicas e virginais</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a rimarem com este amor súbito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que pressinto por ti</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">foi breve</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o sabor desta doçura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desfeita no líquido negro que trago</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e que jamais lerás</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Costa Caparica, Agosto 1956</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-4419807360213979799?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-5118109574440498662009-06-27T03:15:00.002+01:002009-06-27T03:21:55.314+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkWCORuUU8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/iz4I_KQNItI/s1600-h/can.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkWCORuUU8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/iz4I_KQNItI/s320/can.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351826913987154882" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Descubro-te mistérios de seivas</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">prendo-te às raízes da tarde</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">flutuas no busto da paisagem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e toda tu és árvore</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">respiro-te este perfume nítido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que desliza pelos desejos húmidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da breve imaginação fertilizada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e toda tu és húmus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esbarro na limpidez dos teus olhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">castanhos como promessas de Outono</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e sobre Naturezas te redimo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do tempo que perdemos de vista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enfim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o sol bateu-nos de novo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nas faces</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Guerreiros, Setembro 1955</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-511810957444049866?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-74383378201463161662009-06-27T02:55:00.002+01:002009-06-27T03:09:43.136+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkV_WFMPGEI/AAAAAAAAATs/Mc3lRYi43c4/s1600-h/dama.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkV_WFMPGEI/AAAAAAAAATs/Mc3lRYi43c4/s320/dama.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351823749527050306" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Era uma dama irresistível</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">soberba</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">plena de carnes magestosas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com olhos bordados sobre seda</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no ventre aveludada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma dama viciada dos pantagruélicos festins</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">coberta por prazeres de qualquer espécie</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">obedecida nos mínimos caprichos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">habituada a adquirir todos os que entendesse</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aptos para serem admitidos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em seus anónimos antros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma dama imponente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">altiva como o mastro dum navio fantasma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">depravada e perfumadíssima</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma dama insaciável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esquisitíssima</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">temida e fecundada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pelos eleitos na afeição deplorável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">completamente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">se desnudava a obscura dama</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">surgindo de requintadas neblinas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">em formas magnificentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perante extasiadas impotências</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e arremessando íntimas roupagens</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aos focinhos sexuais dos que não se submetessem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a incríveis exigências</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">essa dama impiedosa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">perdulária</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">formidável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sentia horror e asco ao séquito que a servia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">seu poder </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">falível e intocável</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">seu nome</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">burguesia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Strasbourg, Julho 1967</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7438337820146316166?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-91788895118712737612009-06-26T14:49:00.005+01:002009-06-26T14:59:59.669+01:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">O duplo</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">revelou-se sobretudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">mas não apenas na áurea aurora do mundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo</span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTUBLtUpeI/AAAAAAAAATk/a6wTgPQbAF0/s320/du.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351635374010836450" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">oferecia ao principal artista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as glórias do brutal protagonista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">agia como um ás de trunfo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">essncial na estratégia do triunfo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">vivia a queda da real altura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">enfrentava o perigo e a aventura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esgrimia o florim e a azagaia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ervia de esudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">era uma espécie de cobaia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na "santa selva" do estúdio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo ariscava</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo representava</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo dobrava</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quando o duplo morria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o mundo que noutro rosto também o aplaudia </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem sequer sabia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e o elenco ignorava o luto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">contudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o duplo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">esteve na base e no conteúdo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">da fílmica energia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">desde a alvorada do cinema mudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">até ao obtuso entrudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">deste duplo dia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Julho 1981</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-9178889511871273761?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-25822224344343986942009-06-26T14:32:00.003+01:002009-06-26T14:45:28.580+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTQxwnxAFI/AAAAAAAAATc/FSwiyG7fsxI/s1600-h/e.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTQxwnxAFI/AAAAAAAAATc/FSwiyG7fsxI/s320/e.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351631810506850386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Talvez por ser do que viu</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">à pátria não foi chegado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem da Prússia filho querido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por ver do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">tão jovem e já ao lado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">dos que a justiça prendeu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">entre as pregas dum tecido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por ter do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">- e tanto tendo de seu -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">no vale de Wupper extraiu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o que em Cartas descreveu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre um destino partido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por mor do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">à causa ficou rendido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com os olhos entendeu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">doutrinas que transmitiu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por luz do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por dom do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de burgueses bem nascido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">materno o seio e a igreja</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por deus não foi corrompido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por crer do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por ler do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ou discordar do que seja</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">livremente concluiu </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que ao crente se chama ateu </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quando a miséria sobeja</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por vir do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Manchester não o perdeu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a amizade protegeu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">até aos humildes subiu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por cor do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por voz do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um Manifesto mereceu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e se a obra o decidiu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">por ela sobreviveu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">talvez por dor do que viu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Outubro 1972</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-2582222434434398694?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-70169046119882066212009-06-26T14:22:00.003+01:002009-06-27T02:45:41.316+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTNUfvB4QI/AAAAAAAAATU/86nCOStFKG4/s1600-h/ar.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTNUfvB4QI/AAAAAAAAATU/86nCOStFKG4/s320/ar.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351628009222824194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Serpenteou lampejos de relâmpagos</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como que a enfeitar as letras ilegíveis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">exprimiu íntimos carinhos cósmicos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sobre os tecidos do romance espontâneo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">poude pormenores microscópicos de formiga</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">cuscuvilhou átomos nas palavras combustíveis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">com requintes de minúcias invejáveis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para assegurar o nosso inverno</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">muniu-se das tais garras proletárias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">pôs-se a escavar túneis de vozes invisíveis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sucumbiu à avidez pelos segredos martirizados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e ascendeu até ao trono dos que sofrem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">escrevendo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Dezembro 1971</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-7016904611988206621?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-1719988800750145272009-06-26T14:06:00.002+01:002009-06-26T14:20:20.753+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTLCaV5AyI/AAAAAAAAATM/L8o03FLnu2g/s1600-h/jl.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTLCaV5AyI/AAAAAAAAATM/L8o03FLnu2g/s320/jl.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625499514307362" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Many shoots for Johnny</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York City</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and devil weeps some songs of piety</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many tears over Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York rock</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but power eats because of the smog</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many bales to Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York battle</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and God sleeps down the beatle</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many worlds with Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York war</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but states means much more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many souls inside Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York life</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and people thinks of hiroshima's crime</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many millions against Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York love</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but eagle talks like a bird</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many deaths under Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York sun</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and freedom forgets all the vietnam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many century after Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York jungle</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but money pays every trouble</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many days from Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York beauty</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and man says doubt or duty</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many ways without Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York King-Kong</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and far from United Kingdom</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">many kisses by Johnny</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">in New York hate</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but mother-country is great</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Dezembro 1980</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-171998880075014527?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-36113184384843087842009-06-26T13:49:00.004+01:002009-06-26T14:04:14.599+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTHD_2YorI/AAAAAAAAATE/woLkacmhJOE/s1600-h/ven.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTHD_2YorI/AAAAAAAAATE/woLkacmhJOE/s320/ven.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351621128716067506" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Foi um caso de espantar</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o drama do insecticida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">que uma mãe deu a tomar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem olhar o que não via</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sua filha foi matar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a mãe não sabia ler</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">trocou o medicamento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">deu-lhe o veneno a beber</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e logo a filha morria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a pobre assassina a filha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">sem saber o que fazia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Foi um caso de espantar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a mãe não sabia ler</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o que é que se há-de fazer...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o drama do insecticida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">foi um caso de espantar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o que a mãe fez foi sem querer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">deu o xarope ao pomar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">p'rá filha ir pulverizar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a mãe não sabia ler</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o que é que se há-de fazer...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">foi um caso de espantar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um caso de estarrecer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">está prestes a aparecer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para os meninos nanar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">uma canção de embalar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para nos fazer sofrer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para nos fazer chorar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">os desgostos desta vida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">foi um caso de espantar</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o drama do insecticida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a mãe não sabia ler</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">o que é que se há-de fazer...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lisboa, Julho 1964</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-3611318438484308784?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-63572449767499182892009-06-26T13:44:00.003+01:002009-06-26T13:49:03.880+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTDuHULD1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wG22lMjr0Zc/s1600-h/lf.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTDuHULD1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wG22lMjr0Zc/s320/lf.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351617454228049746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um poema é jamais fútil</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">como a palavra ou a inveja</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">duma rubra madrugada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nunca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um poema é inútil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">serve</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quanto mais não seja</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">para que a página sobeja</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">não se sinta desprezada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Março 1978</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-6357244976749918289?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862294868653165774.post-23398651848366078912009-06-26T13:33:00.003+01:002009-06-26T13:38:25.353+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTBCZU-P1I/AAAAAAAAASk/Ln72fuENZko/s1600-h/y.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 72px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCgMfgSWah4/SkTBCZU-P1I/AAAAAAAAASk/Ln72fuENZko/s320/y.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351614504125742930" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Na hora</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do grande jogo decisivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem imaginam como me devora</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">um leonino nervosismo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">de vago desportista</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e sangro - oh gentes! - de euforia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quando diviso a imagem viva</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">do golo definitivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">na hora do grande jogo néscio</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nem queiram saber como me invade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a alienação do prazer péssimo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tercena, Maio 1976</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862294868653165774-2339865184836607891?l=poesiajs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07917904813117817072noreply@blogger.com0