tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55898078399010336922011-08-01T11:04:48.973-07:00Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-37252863344811192992011-03-03T17:30:00.000-08:002011-03-03T17:31:44.463-08:00Deixo- os na companhia desse lindo poema da Cecilia, enquanto as palavras insistem em se esconder.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3725286334481119299?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-64050748685161262562011-03-03T17:27:00.000-08:002011-03-03T17:33:33.341-08:00Acabar.<br /><br />Não vês que acabas todo o dia.<br /><br />Que morres no amor.<br /><br />Na tristeza.<br /><br />Na dúvida.<br /><br />No desejo.<br /><br />Que te renovas todo dia.<br /><br />No amor.<br /><br />Na tristeza<br /><br />Na dúvida.<br /><br />No desejo.<br /><br />Que és sempre outro.<br /><br />Que és sempre o mesmo.<br /><br />Que morrerás por idades imensas.<br /><br />Até não teres medo de morrer.<br /><br />E então serás eterno.<br /><br />Não ames como os homens amam.<br /><br />Não ames com amor.<br /><br />Ama sem amor.<br /><br />Ama sem querer.<br /><br />Ama sem sentir.<br /><br />Ama como se fosses outro.<br /><br />Como se fosses amar.<br /><br />Sem esperar.<br /><br />Tão separado do que ama, em ti,<br /><br />Que não te inquiete<br /><br />Se o amor leva à felicidade,<br /><br />Se leva à morte,<br /><br />Se leva a algum destino.<br /><br />Se te leva.<br /><br />E se vai, ele mesmo...<br /><br />Não faças de ti<br /><br />Um sonho a realizar.<br /><br />Vai.<br /><br />Sem caminho marcado.<br /><br />Tu és o de todos os caminhos.<br /><br />Sê apenas uma presença.<br /><br />Invisível presença silenciosa.<br /><br />Todas as coisas esperam a luz,<br /><br />Sem dizerem que a esperam.<br /><br />Sem saberem que existe.<br /><br />Todas as coisas esperarão por ti,<br /><br />Sem te falarem.<br /><br />Sem lhes falares.<br /><br />Sê o que renuncia<br /><br />Altamente:<br /><br />Sem tristeza da tua renúncia!<br /><br />Sem orgulho da tua renúncia!<br /><br />Abre as tuas mãos sobre o infinito.<br /><br />E não deixes ficar de ti<br /><br />Nem esse último gesto!<br /><br />O que tu viste amargo,<br /><br />Doloroso,<br /><br />Difícil,<br /><br />O que tu viste inútil<br /><br />Foi o que viram os teus olhos<br /><br />Humanos,<br /><br />Esquecidos...<br /><br />Enganados...<br /><br />No momento da tua renúncia<br /><br />Estende sobre a vida<br /><br />Os teus olhos<br /><br />E tu verás o que vias:<br /><br />Mas tu verás melhor...<br /><br />... E tudo que era efêmero<br /><br />se desfez.<br /><br />E ficaste só tu, que é eterno.<br /><br /><br /><br />Cecília Meireles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6405074868516126256?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-18844730705184512412011-01-23T09:54:00.000-08:002011-01-23T09:55:30.372-08:00<div>Tenho 24 sonhos para acreditar</div><br /><div>24 amigos a conhecer </div><br /><div>24 flores para te dar<br /><br /><br />24 caminhos a&nbsp; andar<br /><br />Num dia aonde 24 horas<br />não cessam em passar.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-1884473070518451241?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-43219959855800798442011-01-23T09:49:00.000-08:002011-01-23T09:49:28.538-08:00Eis a hora meu amor<br />O celular despertou e me<br /><br />avisou<br /><br />os ponteiros do relógio <br />me desapontam.<br /><br />Será alguma brincadeira, do tempo<br /><br />do mestre das horas?<br />aumentando o peso dos dias.<br /><br /><br />meu silêncio grita,<br />sou eu a te chamar,<br />não escutas?<br /><br /><br /><br />Não te ver logo agora<br /><br /><br />Adeus, é hora de ir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4321995985580079844?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-56486065611197386352010-11-02T16:56:00.000-07:002010-11-02T16:56:07.589-07:00Penso que cultivo tensões<br />como flores<br />num bosque onde<br />ninguém vai<br /><br />Cada ferida - perfeita-,<br />fecha-se numa minúscula<br />imperceptível pétala,<br />causando dor.<br /><br />Dor é uma flor como aquela,<br />como esta,<br />como aquela,<br />como esta<br /><br /><br />Robert Creeley (A Um, Poermas)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5648606561119738635?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-34633400319944624492010-02-26T18:31:00.000-08:002010-02-26T18:31:37.376-08:00Eu queria te beijar no meio da praça<br />Em meio aos pombos agitados<br /><br />Atravessando&nbsp;os carrinhos de pipoca, os passantes<br />os casais.<br /><br />Mas espero&nbsp;em&nbsp;silêncio<br />As mariposas voarem<br />E o tempo vagaroso,<br />chegar aqui.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3463340031994462449?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-36034403188664899872010-02-26T18:30:00.000-08:002010-02-26T18:30:20.387-08:00È preciso pintar as paredes,<br />com polém, violeta, anil, carmim<br /><br />Trocar os lenções,<br />cobrir de verde o colchão<br /><br />Esvaziar os armários,<br />jogar fora os papéis, calendários, as lembranças<br /><br />È preciso concentrar-se nos dias,<br />fazer o chá de alecrim, erva-cidreira&nbsp;ou hortelã<br /><br />Retirar o açucar<br /><br />Amar sem culpa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3603440318866489987?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-3455213236226107812009-11-08T17:54:00.000-08:002009-11-08T17:54:35.059-08:00<div>Meu olhar é condição<br /></div><br /><div>É céu estrelado<br /></div><br /><div>ao te ver passar.<br /></div><br /><div>É seu.<br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-345521323622610781?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-17055665868551302642009-10-16T19:38:00.000-07:002009-10-16T19:51:34.714-07:00Deu-me a flor<br />Como quem presenteia o melhor amigo<br />Como quem beija os lábios, em arrepio<br />Como quem vagueia paisagens azuis<br /><br />Deu-me a &nbsp;flor <br />Como quem&nbsp;dispara um grito<br />Como quem abre um sorriso<br />Como quem vem a dar<br /><br />a mais linda flor <br />que me sorri.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-1705566586855130264?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-61424647955678174852009-10-11T19:39:00.000-07:002009-10-16T19:31:07.296-07:00<div>O vento pousa<br /></div><br /><div>nas pedras<br /></div><br /><div>doce relento<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A mente percorre<br /></div><br /><div>a noite<br /></div><br /><div>meu pensamento<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6142464795567817485?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-80760268679760206452009-10-10T18:37:00.000-07:002009-10-10T18:37:58.698-07:00Preciso lhe dizer que a primavera<br />Nos fez&nbsp;ganhar mais um dia, um sonho<br />o certo, o incerto, tudo que virá.<br /><br />Preciso lhe dizer que alegro-me cada dia<br />pensando em te encontrar<br />caminho curto,<br />em passos longos<br /><br />Preciso lhe dizer que o passado já não me importa<br />noites frias, em ruas vazias<br /><br />Tudo esta cheio, florido<br />foi só você chegar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8076026867976020645?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-45545022912698457642009-10-10T18:34:00.000-07:002009-10-10T18:34:09.426-07:00Tu invade<br />meu rito<br />meu grito <br />meu vazio<br /><br />estomago<br />boca<br />da cabeça,<br />cada fio<br /><br /><br />Tu invade<br />meu eu<br />tudo que é meu<br />tudo que já é tão seu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4554502291269845764?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-90379956397718037802009-09-09T07:22:00.000-07:002009-10-10T18:34:31.785-07:00Minha primavera<br />Tem mais flores que a &nbsp;sua<br /><br />As flores se abrem com solenidade<br />E borboletas cruzam as ruas <br />Tudo desarma<br />e sorri<br />Um riso, em risco<br />a pautar&nbsp; seu&nbsp; rosto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-9037995639771803780?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-37713893758261288242009-09-09T07:10:00.000-07:002009-09-13T12:58:14.789-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tua palavra não&nbsp;caminha</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">junta a minha</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A tanto sopro</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">preso</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tanto sonho </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">posto</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tanto&nbsp; grito&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">solto</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">para arremessar</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o que não remedia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dai-me um pouco&nbsp;de ar<br />para amenizar</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o que não se alivia.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3771389375826128824?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-39026222880932383482009-08-12T18:31:00.000-07:002009-08-12T18:51:57.220-07:00Sim eu tentei caminhar no mesmo sentido.<br />Te fazer sentido.<br />Sim eu tentei caminhar por rumos<br />e te encontrar no final deles.<br />Mas você preferiu se perder no silêncio.<br />Mudar direções.<br />Se prender em casulos.<br />Se perder de mim.<br />Sem tempo, sem jeito.<br />Sem hora, sem relógio.<br />Sem palavras<br />e sem direção.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3902622288093238348?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-4934454465351483832009-08-05T17:40:00.000-07:002009-09-13T12:59:15.769-07:00<div align="left"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Silencia- me</span></div><div align="left"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">com seu suspiro fundo</span></div><div align="left"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">grito raso</span></div><div align="left"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">com seu silêncio vasto.</span></div><strike></strike><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-493445446535148383?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-67665691577031403752009-07-14T18:52:00.000-07:002009-08-05T17:59:25.682-07:00a menina me alucina<br />ah menina.<br />sorriso leve, doce.<br /><br />a menina<br />faz da vida breve<br />a menina é rima,<br />é flor, é sonho,<br />mas a menina não é minha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6766569157703140375?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-84396725551148913462009-07-12T21:29:00.000-07:002009-07-28T12:42:21.302-07:00Amiga verde<br />ciber<br />nítida.<br /><br />O ciber espaço é longo<br /><br />Existem pontos de exclamação<br />que navegam sem direção<br /><br />Existem muitos pontos de interrogação<br />que nos interrogam<br /><br />Existem os parêntesis<br />a nos interpor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />E a realidade <br />a permitir<br />viver o que não era possível.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8439672555114891346?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-74977549251089533202009-07-12T21:23:00.000-07:002009-07-12T21:26:42.104-07:00Que cor tem seu sorriso ?<br />Que percorre uma ferrovia verde<br />Levando e trazendo outros sorrisos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-7497754925108953320?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-89484762520112251122009-06-27T09:00:00.000-07:002009-06-27T09:10:40.924-07:00Vomito o gemido pulsante<br />das lágrimas recolhidas<br /><br />Exclamo teu gesto<br />Aponto meu modo<br />E te peço para voltar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8948476252011225112?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-58135331309634521042009-06-26T20:58:00.000-07:002009-07-01T13:25:53.345-07:00Os sonhos tornam-se cacos<br /><br />Quando não realizados.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anjos deitam<br /><br />Pousam<br /><br />sobre o lápide do tempo<br /><br />de ontem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5813533130963452104?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-50819702830153667352009-04-27T18:57:00.000-07:002009-05-04T19:00:26.852-07:00<div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="left">A menina dança, dança</div><div align="left">rodopia</div><div align="left">escuta o pio</div><div align="left">do piá</div><div align="left">O estômago vazio</div><div align="left">a ronronar</div><div align="left">O sonho que não pode</div><div align="left">alimentar.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5081970283015366735?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-54779941196889428572009-04-11T19:07:00.000-07:002009-04-11T19:19:15.690-07:00Faça do que passou<br />Seu maior e menor<br />segredo.<br /><br />Vento que passou<br />Não vem<br />Não sopra<br />como antes.<br /><br />Labirinto<br />Sem guia<br />são vias<br />de duas, três, cinco mãos.<br /><br />Que nos apontão<br />Em tantas direções<br />E só exerga-se uma<br />Acima do chão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5477994119688942857?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-85355181223836740172009-04-11T19:03:00.000-07:002009-07-01T13:29:06.678-07:00Um som<br />mesmo<br />que me fuja<br />ao ouvido.<br /><br />Você.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8535518122383674017?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-75542223056564966282009-04-02T14:55:00.000-07:002009-04-19T18:36:53.240-07:00Vem raiar o dia<br /><br />Me mostrar<br /><br />que existe<br /><br />um termo são<br /><br />um olhar vão<br /><br />Um por quê,<br /><br /><br />sem não<br /><br />Motivos<br /><br />sem sim<br /><br /><br /><br />Para o amor<br /><br />nem sim<br /><br />nem não<br /><br />Apenas<br /><br />chegue<br /><br />entre<br /><br />deite-se<br /><br />sem<br /><br />saber<br /><br />porque veio<br /><br />e porque foi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-7554222305656496628?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-7955430025832240562009-01-28T20:55:00.000-08:002009-04-02T14:28:33.701-07:00Meu coração provinciano<br />Insiste em ficar<br />Se acostumou<br />com labirintos rasos<br />Notas sem sol.<br />E um sentimento a só.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-795543002583224056?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-82378482585865623772009-01-28T20:52:00.000-08:002009-04-30T07:24:03.684-07:00Na boca vejo seu riso<br />E nos teus olhos<br />Um reflexo que<br />não a deixa ver.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8237848258586562377?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-90255004208544387922009-01-28T20:44:00.000-08:002009-01-28T20:52:03.160-08:00A noite inquieta<br />Fez escorrer pela pia<br />vazia<br />uma porção de pensamentos.<br /><br />Anunciando um novo dia.<br />Simples,<br />banhado,ao relento.<br /><br />O termometro marca 20°<br />Tenho 23 anos e muitos dias a esperar.<br />Nascer mais um dia.<br />Enquanto a noite insisti em ficar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-9025500420854438792?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-18972169293316164512009-01-19T04:41:00.000-08:002009-01-19T05:33:36.297-08:00Fugiremos<br />do mundo então?<br />Para cura do mal.<br />Para a procura do meu<br /> tão esperado bem.<br />E assim me esquecerei<br />que há muito mundo.<br />E há muitas flores nascendo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-1897216929331616451?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-39860642665672333202009-01-03T17:17:00.000-08:002009-06-19T21:05:26.289-07:00Lembra aquela cor<br />descoloriu<br />O tempo correu<br />e calou<br /><br />O tom desafinou<br />ninguém ouviu<br />Você se foi<br />abstraiu<br />O céu derramou<br />e secou<br />Meu corpo padeceu<br />caiu<br />O encanto se foi<br />E me deixou a dor<br />Que sorriu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3986064266567233320?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-18870896057236307312008-12-07T19:06:00.000-08:002008-12-07T19:13:48.718-08:00Tu és flor<br />leveza<br />pétala lilás,<br />sorte<br />Sonho fugaz.<br />Realidade<br />que não foge,<br />insiste em ficar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-1887089605723630731?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-75372798860097308102008-11-25T16:49:00.000-08:002008-12-21T05:46:46.859-08:00Nada foge<br /><br />nada cabe (nem sonhos ou pesadelos)<br /><br />nada ouço (nem grito ou silêncio)<br /><br />nada fala.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-7537279886009730810?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-55215680915106340392008-11-08T13:59:00.000-08:002008-11-08T14:44:38.373-08:00Espero que um dia o mundo<br />vire festa, avesso, dia iluminado.<br /><br />Espero que o fim<br />vire começo.<br /><br />Espero que a esperança não morra<br />nem na primeira, nem na última vez.<br /><br />Espero um beijo<br />sempre que posso.<br /><br />Espero calma<br />um relógio sem ponteiro.<br /><br />Espero a palavra<br />relampejo.<br /><br />Espero você<br />dispenso despedidas.<br /><br />Que o tempo<br />espere por mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5521568091510634039?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-21336600692391476982008-10-30T16:53:00.000-07:002009-04-02T14:52:38.050-07:00Meu sentido anti- horário<br />não faz sentido<br /><br />Transita<br />entre pensamentos desorbitários.<br /><br />Revela<br />um sinal de [PARE].<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2133660069239147698?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-90659348296320703922008-10-24T06:32:00.000-07:002008-10-30T16:52:20.117-07:00Teu vinho<br /><br />Teu riso<br /><br />partidas<br /><br />chegadas<br /><br />tudo<br /><br />nada<br /><br />amarelo<br /><br />branco<br /><br />dor de cabeça<br /><br />água<br /><br />suco<br /><br />amigos<br /><br />tênis<br /><br />sandalhas<br /><br />jeans<br /><br />óculos<br /><br />os brincos perdidos<br /><br />os sonhos partidos<br /><br />não<br /><br />sim<br /><br />bom humor<br /><br />músicas<br /><br />filmes<br /><br />des<br /><br />culpas<br /><br />despedidas<br /><br />e aceito<br /><br />a mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-9065934829632070392?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-73765145546951183562008-10-06T19:30:00.000-07:002008-10-06T19:45:33.409-07:00Nothing is good<br />Nothing is word<br />Nothing about you<br />Nothing about me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-7376514554695118356?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-44513200189553177562008-09-21T12:31:00.000-07:002009-04-02T14:54:52.560-07:00Minha palavra<br />é particula<br />é grão<br />é tiro<br />é vão<br />é laço<br />traço raso<br />bolha de salão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4451320018955317756?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-23291005743513344612008-09-09T18:37:00.000-07:002008-09-13T07:38:35.980-07:00Me dê um pouco de ar<br />Chances de cair e levantar.<br /><br />Me dê um pouco de tempo<br />Para poder ir e voltar.<br /><br />Me dê um pouco de voz<br />Para gritar<br />os versos que lhe escrevo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2329100574351334461?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-173967330161330872008-09-09T18:30:00.000-07:002008-09-09T18:37:48.119-07:00Eu queria um instante, firme<br />Uma primavera quente, mas o tempo continua frio.<br />E o sol parte em fuga, pela minha janela.<br /><br />Eu queria uma vez só, não escutar o mundo<br />E exergar o que passa<br />sem ser visto...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-17396733016133087?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-84413107331313055442008-08-14T13:37:00.000-07:002008-08-14T13:46:22.413-07:00E da perda o que nos sobra?<br />O que nos cabe na lembrança.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8441310733131305544?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-32259399967703224432008-07-20T10:41:00.000-07:002008-07-30T14:48:50.556-07:00Escalar, Escalar<br />até cair,<br />se arrebentar.<br />Sem saber aonde ,<br />se quer chegar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3225939996770322443?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-72594644538948164522008-07-20T10:35:00.000-07:002008-07-20T10:40:31.043-07:00Incapaz de dizer um sim.<br />Incapaz de dizer um não.<br />E corre os dias assim<br />Dançando entre o sim e o não.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-7259464453894816452?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-46896235485676125142008-07-15T10:11:00.000-07:002008-07-17T10:57:27.485-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/SHza3M12a0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-qAwnwfVonw/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223290309717683010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/SHza3M12a0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-qAwnwfVonw/s320/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4689623548567612514?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-54358135406811460552008-07-07T05:54:00.000-07:002008-07-07T05:58:41.985-07:00<a href="http://hitecnews.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/luna.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hitecnews.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/luna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5435813540681146055?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-82897670691266139422008-07-07T05:43:00.000-07:002008-07-15T10:07:55.404-07:00A luna<br />era costruída<br />a dedo<br />a dois<br />media-luna<br />luna cheia<br />e iluminava<br />mais una noche<br />escura.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8289767069126613942?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-26301073445078290602008-06-28T08:23:00.000-07:002008-06-28T08:26:19.920-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/SGZXzktNhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DxdX9AXNqgs/s1600-h/limpeza+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216953761893549250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/SGZXzktNhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DxdX9AXNqgs/s320/limpeza+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2630107344507829060?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-31204233902360957842008-06-28T07:57:00.000-07:002008-06-28T08:03:39.920-07:00O tempo está bom.<br />Eu estou bem [distante de você].<br />Sem palavras [muitas palavras sem dizer].<br />Acho que sim [não com você].<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3120423390236095784?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-40722511645128020612008-06-28T07:49:00.000-07:002008-06-28T08:07:25.659-07:00Rabiscar<br />desenhar<br />é seda, é cinza.<br />hora e outrora [árvore]<br />é bola, no cesto a jogar.<br />Refazer, Refazer, reciclar.<br />é palavras [carta] .<br />impresso, datilografado<br />timbrado, autenticado [é verso]<br />perdido<br />rasgado<br />atraido<br />por uma tinteira.<br />sem tampa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4072251164512802061?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-80984859927479274222008-06-28T07:42:00.000-07:002009-07-28T08:45:58.735-07:00caminho [para seguir] e parar<br />lágrimas [ para secar] e molhar<br />passado [pra esquecer] e lembrar<br />e tempo [para perder] e ganhar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8098485992747927422?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-21436511374149170092008-05-29T19:34:00.000-07:002009-09-20T20:27:31.547-07:00A falta de moralidade entope.<br />As veias de qualquer, traço, linha ou rima.<br />Ibope garantido , a quem mais o verso abomina.<br />Dá espaço a febre alta, ilógica.<br /><br />Dessa fatia ocre<br />sem termos.<br />Nenhum&nbsp; pedaço.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2143651137414917009?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-9083353560479006722008-05-23T19:21:00.000-07:002008-05-23T19:42:35.721-07:00Eu sempre me perdi.<br />Eu sempre me encontrei .<br />Eu sempre parti.<br />E sempre retornei.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-908335356047900672?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-39719722665250818922008-05-06T21:58:00.000-07:002008-05-06T22:01:21.585-07:00Eu quero um novo tango<br />Uma nova valsa<br />Curta ou comprida.<br />Agarrar a vida<br />Na saia.<br />Viver sem saía.<br />Seguir passos descalços<br />Até o fim da linha.<br />Até que ela se apague<br />E trace outra linha.<br />E assim continuarei seguindo em frente<br />descalça.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3971972266525081892?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-43443000443500352042008-05-06T21:53:00.000-07:002008-05-06T21:58:10.191-07:00E assim a noite se espalha<br />escorre dia adentro<br />perseguida pelo ponteiro dourado das horas.<br />É noite e meu corpo ainda,<br />carrega dia,<br />respira dia.<br />inflama destroços do dia.<br />congela qualquer outro desejo de noite,<br />a noite varrida fez nascer o dia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4344300044350035204?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-69412995231385166152008-05-05T19:49:00.000-07:002008-05-06T21:40:55.578-07:00A palavra era nova<br />E de mão estendida<br />Veio- me surrada.<br />Silênciou-se<br />E dormiu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6941299523138516615?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-53676355026754890552008-04-30T20:29:00.000-07:002008-05-17T07:19:49.574-07:00Quem pediu,<br /><br />para palavra correr assim.<br /><br />E deixar esse silêncio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5367635502675489055?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-58506828224807813142008-03-29T16:43:00.000-07:002008-03-30T14:39:26.787-07:00...mensagens, telefonemas<br />imagens, calculadora, despertador<br />ou horas, quando não queremos ve-las.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5850682822480781314?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-83125145316752327482008-03-22T08:18:00.000-07:002008-03-22T09:07:17.755-07:00Lá fora o tempo corre.<br />Aqui dentro o tempo dorme.<br />Às vezes acorda com um espirro.<br />Ou o barullho de um microfone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8312514531675232748?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-82163643272339558542008-03-20T07:20:00.000-07:002008-05-19T10:47:46.453-07:00Olhando a foto do meu perfil , lembro do filme "Encontros e Desencontros'', onde a Charlotte, diz que já tentou fotografar, mas como a maioria dos inciantes, as suas fotos eram dos pés, ou de alguma parte do seu corpo.<br />Quando assisti pela segunda, ou terceira vez o filme, lembrei da minha foto, exatamente dos meus pés.<br />O que eles são? Talvez como é dito no filme, coisas de iniciante, mas talvez o indicador, ou a largada de um longo caminho, que começa por algo preso a nós.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8216364327233955854?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-59883819088195435442008-02-17T09:55:00.000-08:002008-02-17T09:56:22.201-08:00Não espere os sonhos.<br />Que a chuva passe.<br />Que o vento contorne.<br />Que eu te encontre.<br />E que a vontade<br />acabe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5988381908819543544?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-51355772132320708752008-02-17T09:54:00.000-08:002008-02-17T09:55:16.630-08:00Que a amizade fique.<br />E que eu esqueça<br />de te esquecer<br />mais um dia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5135577213232070875?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-87806301262437320832008-02-17T09:43:00.000-08:002008-02-17T09:52:42.691-08:00Que venham os sonhos<br />Que a chuva continue<br />Que o vento sopre<br />Que eu te encontre<br />Que a vontade<br />se inicie<br />Que eu te perdoe.<br />Que amizade fique<br />E que eu continue<br />lembrando<br />e esquecendo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8780630126243732083?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-56534820535399746812008-02-07T15:39:00.000-08:002008-12-21T05:58:31.632-08:00vestígio, recesso<br /><br />descuido, descaso<br /><br />abandono, suposto, contrário<br /><br />partido, inverso, indisposto<br /><br />sem escolha<br /><br />ou encontro<br /><br />ou não faço.<br /><br />me reponho<br /><br />me retalho<br /><br />e me acho.<br /><br /><br /><p> </p><p><br /> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5653482053539974681?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-61106068900623936732008-02-03T19:11:00.000-08:002009-10-22T17:34:42.548-07:00Submerso.<br /><br />Sinto cheiro de pó.<br /><br />Tinta fresca.<br /><br />Suor.<br /><br />a palavra [a beira].<br /><br />Me aponta<br /><br />uma ponte adiante [um ponto].<br /><br />Para atravessar<br /><br />o mal de estar-se só.<br /><br />Para corromper<br /><br />o bem de estar-se melhor.<br /><br />Em ruas que se encerram<br /><br />vou.<br /><br />Cair porão adentro,<br /><br />Ao som de tambores errantes.<br /><br />A cruzar versos.<br /><br />Me atiro,<br /><br />Me perco<br /><br />Me foco<br /><br />Sufoco.<br /><br />Me encontre<br /><br />onde achar melhor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6110606890062393673?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-67811440172859506452008-01-31T10:53:00.000-08:002008-12-21T06:07:32.752-08:00Corte<br /><br /><br />ao fundo<br /><br /><br /><br />o sorriso tenso<br /><br />corte ao fundo<br /><br />o compasso lento<br /><br />Só me dê<br />um terço<br /> e dois versos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6781144017285950645?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-68729259257861725692008-01-10T04:49:00.001-08:002008-01-10T04:52:19.371-08:00<p align="left"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/R4YU4L0TcoI/AAAAAAAAADM/fguCirmIjs4/s1600-h/varias+fotos+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153829779049509506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/R4YU4L0TcoI/AAAAAAAAADM/fguCirmIjs4/s320/varias+fotos+054.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6872925925786172569?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-89504633439910813412007-12-24T21:03:00.000-08:002008-02-07T06:35:37.332-08:00A noite brilha.<br /><br />e toca<br /><br />Sinos.<br /><br />Sós.<br /><br />Trocam- se abraços.<br /><br />Nos.<br /><br />Fogos.<br /><br />explodem.<br /><br />Num céu,<br />coberto de traços.<br /><br />E estrelas caem aos pedaços.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8950463343991081341?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-15607811785389145392007-11-26T10:25:00.000-08:002007-12-23T20:53:45.991-08:00Qualquer silêncio<br /><br />que caiba<br /><br />num vão<br /><br />então não habitado.<br /><br /><br /><br />Qualquer forma<br /><br />circulo<br /><br />passo.<br /><br />vago.<br /><br /><br /><br />Qualquer coisa<br /><br />que me caiba.<br /><br />Um sim ou um não.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-1560781178538914539?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-90524448890183117982007-11-12T16:57:00.000-08:002007-11-14T13:15:48.658-08:00O tom que encanta a rima<br />O olhar que aproxima.<br />A voz,<br />do sonho.<br />E o adeus<br />Que torna<br />todo encanto<br />um grão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-9052444889018311798?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-25258692547670765232007-11-04T17:32:00.000-08:002007-12-23T20:55:18.985-08:00Um aviso<br />Um ponto<br />Um giro<br />Um grito<br />em mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2525869254767076523?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-48239202865241420542007-10-30T17:18:00.000-07:002007-10-30T17:20:24.609-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RyfKK895TRI/AAAAAAAAACU/H9BqQOv_xuY/s1600-h/efemeros+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127288990297836818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RyfKK895TRI/AAAAAAAAACU/H9BqQOv_xuY/s320/efemeros+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4823920286524142054?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-68567438678206200362007-10-30T16:55:00.000-07:002007-10-30T17:18:01.186-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RyfJPM95TQI/AAAAAAAAACM/Un62ze4ROeQ/s1600-h/efemeros+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127287963800653058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RyfJPM95TQI/AAAAAAAAACM/Un62ze4ROeQ/s320/efemeros+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RyfHz895TPI/AAAAAAAAACE/7eX1JGTM0Rw/s1600-h/EU+PLURAL2+copy.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RyfFBc95TOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U5nB7fiXqOw/s1600-h/EU+PLURAL.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6856743867820620036?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-69392206613144795102007-10-30T16:49:00.000-07:002007-10-30T16:52:00.300-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RyfDfM95TNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tD-ajPGfJuw/s1600-h/medusa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127281641608793298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RyfDfM95TNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tD-ajPGfJuw/s320/medusa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6939220661314479510?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-76835137318761283142007-10-29T17:17:00.000-07:002007-10-30T16:39:46.002-07:00Um instante.<br />Um compasso<br />Passos.<br />A metade<br />O inteiro.<br />Quem<br />saberá<br />do tempo?<br />Ele veio.<br />E só.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-7683513731876128314?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-20708028997229916802007-10-29T17:08:00.000-07:002007-10-29T17:16:24.882-07:00Ela o resguarda.<br />Com toda delicadeza.<br />Carrega- o nos braços.<br />E ao descer do trêm<br />o cobre.<br />E na capa<br />o título<br />Greta.<br />Era então esse<br /> seu nome.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2070802899722991680?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-17965631846427785142007-10-29T17:00:00.000-07:002007-10-30T16:40:36.878-07:00Brancas<br /><br />Pixadas<br /><br />Ruinas<br /><br />Tijolos<br /><br />Rebocadas,<br /><br />Silenciam<br /><br />o não visto.<br /><br />O outro lado<br /><br />das paredes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-1796563184642778514?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-88998005104258137392007-10-29T16:55:00.000-07:002007-12-23T20:59:29.278-08:00Então é aqui que tu guardas<br /><br />seu pranto, teu silêncio<br /><br />e teu grito.<br /><br />Tuas rosas<br /><br />e sua coleção<br /><br />de discos.<br /><br />Então é aqui<br /><br />que a noite circula<br /><br />que a dor<br /><br />talvez tenha cura.<br /><br />e onde também<br />o sol vem dormir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8899800510425813739?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-24965572765447899692007-10-25T19:21:00.000-07:002007-10-25T19:22:42.042-07:00A noite silencia<br />a palavra cantada<br />pelo dia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2496557276544789969?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-40791324961917997682007-10-12T05:50:00.000-07:002007-10-12T06:15:38.092-07:00Dúvida.<br />Sinal aberto ou fechado?<br />Duvido<br />Do que foi.<br />Do que está certo.<br />E o que está errado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4079132496191799768?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-24238375500612584002007-10-12T05:43:00.001-07:002007-10-29T17:29:57.962-07:00Lá vão eles.<br />Encontrar uma luz no escuro vazio.<br />Era quinta 11, e o relógio marcava 00:00.<br />Era começo.<br />E os ponteiros já giravam.<br />Você me rompeu a hora.<br />Como sempre faz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2423837550061258400?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-62011414468344060912007-10-12T05:40:00.000-07:002007-10-12T05:56:21.909-07:00Passam as horas<br />Fecham-se os olhos.<br />A espera.<br />Do tempo que virá.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-6201141446834406091?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-34480810112959184142007-09-29T20:01:00.000-07:002008-01-12T06:30:40.385-08:00<div align="left">Para cada grito de dor. </div><div align="left">Para cada lágrima partida. </div><div align="left">Trago comigo uma flor. </div><div align="left">E do jardim da vida.</div><div align="left">Vou colher palavras.</div><div align="left">Vou buscar Florbela.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3448081011295918414?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-36108446851171355852007-09-29T19:57:00.000-07:002007-09-30T19:53:56.643-07:00<div align="left">E assim a noite se espalha </div><div align="left">escorre dia a dentro.</div><div align="left">Perseguida pelo ponteiro dourado das horas.</div><div align="left">É noite e meu corpo ainda carrega dia .</div><div align="left">Respira dia .</div><div align="left">Inflama destroços do dia.</div><div align="left">Congela qualquer outro desejo de noite. </div><div align="left">E a noite varrida</div><div align="left">faz nascer o dia. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-3610844685117135585?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-73485923563163450122007-09-29T19:56:00.000-07:002007-09-30T19:47:50.607-07:00<div align="left">As mais belas flores </div><div align="left">Se encontram em caminhos tortos. </div><div align="left">Em moinhos sombrios</div><div align="left">E são lindas flores.</div><div align="left">Andam em pequenos passos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-7348592356316345012?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-28819474381373725932007-09-29T19:33:00.000-07:002007-09-29T19:42:21.578-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/Rv8NAQ30SvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KUn2XlbFuzQ/s1600-h/ruido+urbano.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115821999896414962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/Rv8NAQ30SvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KUn2XlbFuzQ/s320/ruido+urbano.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-2881947438137372593?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-57034452119608307672007-09-29T19:29:00.000-07:002007-09-29T19:33:13.757-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/Rv8Kqw30StI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wbl6eyrd--g/s1600-h/Imagem+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115819431505971922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/Rv8Kqw30StI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wbl6eyrd--g/s320/Imagem+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5703445211960830767?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-80953246511704306052007-09-29T19:13:00.000-07:002007-09-30T20:01:46.675-07:00Esse branco que toma a página.<br />E torna o verso<br />O seu maior grito. [esperança, agito, socorro]<br />Se distrai, se mistura, se perde.<br />E se compõe novamente.<br />A procura de outros gritos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-8095324651170430605?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-58365890081214915122007-09-26T19:13:00.001-07:002007-09-26T19:25:18.503-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RvsSRA30SrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TrUVTouEoCg/s1600-h/Imagem+098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114701885310519986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RvsSRA30SrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TrUVTouEoCg/s320/Imagem+098.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-5836589008121491512?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-12718737062316725352007-09-26T19:04:00.000-07:002007-09-30T20:05:53.308-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RvsREA30SqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pOwrNJsGT1E/s1600-h/Imagem+097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114700562460592802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xZu-CZq-FxE/RvsREA30SqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pOwrNJsGT1E/s320/Imagem+097.jpg" border="0" /></a>Buscar sentidos<br />mesmo que adversos .<br />Encontrar<br />Caminhos<br />Buracos<br />Ruas<br />sem calçada.<br />E andar descalço.<br />A procura de sapatos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-1271873706231672535?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589807839901033692.post-46000513270038878292007-09-24T11:49:00.000-07:002007-09-24T12:07:50.177-07:00O tempo<br />Sem tempo<br />corre<br />Se vai.<br />E me deixa pra trás.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589807839901033692-4600051327003887829?l=euplural.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12775037356000674054noreply@blogger.com1