tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32920835510775708372024-03-19T00:32:52.518-07:00Alice, reticências e ... etecétera!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-23830489573832351952015-02-25T18:19:00.001-08:002015-02-25T18:19:07.280-08:00Do olhar: Do recomeço<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-12195079448046683252014-11-10T17:17:00.002-08:002014-11-10T17:20:51.130-08:00Do olhar: Metáfora<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-24486646423522229492014-11-10T17:09:00.005-08:002014-11-10T17:10:08.305-08:00Do olhar: Céu estrelado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-54158701139556241282014-11-10T17:05:00.002-08:002014-11-10T17:05:44.382-08:00Do olhar: telhados<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-39588548918155288172014-11-10T17:01:00.000-08:002014-11-10T17:20:51.140-08:00Do olhar: Nudez<br />
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secreto deslumbramento do meu olhar..</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-69682272176820680542014-10-12T17:14:00.000-07:002014-10-12T17:14:06.208-07:00sem maisuma novidade por favor.. algo que me tire a paz, que me faça refletir, que me tire do eixo, que me inquiete, que me faça repensar, irresistível quanto um desejo... uma novidade, por favor.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-40576559232682620622013-09-17T05:24:00.000-07:002013-09-17T05:28:53.052-07:00EntreEntre aqui e ali<br />
ainda há um caminho a trilhar<br />
tortuoso, talvez<br />
sombrio, quem sabe?<br />
mas, com certeza... fascinante!<br />
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Entre
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-65293761272093458072013-01-02T06:06:00.001-08:002013-01-02T18:05:34.245-08:00Primeiro dia dos 365 de 2013<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333015441895px; line-height: 18px;">Ver o dia nascer, almoço em família, brindar à vida, sentar no chão, ouvir música, dançar, sorrir com amigos, ser abraçada... noite com vento de chuva, saudade da infância, bênção à filha, beijo de boa noite, oração, ler até adormecer... fim do primeiro dia de 2013. Porque felicidade é uma conquista diária, é estar junto, ainda que estejamos separado pela distância.</span><br />
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que se dissipa frágil,<br />
fácil.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-67931866000652752702012-11-19T16:47:00.000-08:002012-11-26T18:04:18.671-08:00Livre do Lamento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Recolhidas as penas,<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-31738657610450483992012-11-12T05:09:00.001-08:002012-11-26T18:04:18.657-08:00Manhã do Maracanã<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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O zipper sorriu ao fechar a mala, e
as lembranças foram trancafiadas com cadeado, mas o peso, esse era suavizado pelas
rodinhas que sustentavam roupas sujas de dias coloridos com cheiro de bebida evaporado
pelo amor dos corpos. Abriu a porta que chorava a tragédia de três dias de amor,
intenso, cúmplice. Saiu. Arrastou a mala para fora, como se arrastasse a si mesmo.
Trancou a porta. Guardou a chave. Caminhou. Voltou o olhar para a porta trancada
a espera de algo que o impedisse de partir. A escolha fora feita. Entrou no
carro, partiu. O coração ficou, mas ele jamais retornaria. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-47187578913875438582012-08-26T10:58:00.002-07:002012-11-26T18:04:18.663-08:00Andarilho<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">Preciso de novas trilhas sonoras, novos discos... novo pulsar. Abro caixas, guardo livros, me desfaço do que não tem sentido, fecho caixas, empilho... andarilho até encontrar, uma velha canção rock'n roll.</span><br />
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Talvez tenha nascido para morrer
dentro de si mesma. Só o casulo suspenso, o que de mais próximo e alto conseguiu
chegar e ver, sem olhar, que de lá, jamais sairia.</div>
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A Má Riposa<br />
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Hoje não quero ninguém</div>
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No meu mundo</div>
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No meu espaço</div>
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No meu terraço</div>
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No meu olhar</div>
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No meu paladar</div>
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Na minha teia</div>
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Na minha veia</div>
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No meu pescoço</div>
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Roendo meu osso</div>
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No meu coração</div>
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Sem permissão</div>
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Hoje não quero você,</div>
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Só hoje.</div>
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Ontem nos despedimos de nós</div>
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<br />Quando nossos olhares não se tocaram</div>
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Quando nossas mãos não se falaram</div>
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Quando nossos lábios silenciaram</div>
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Quando nossa liberdade virou cárcere</div>
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Quando nosso amor se perdeu</div>
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Quando a saudade chegou.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-90044829142265520602012-04-01T08:23:00.001-07:002012-11-26T18:04:18.676-08:00EntreAlgumas coisas me cansam,<br />
outras me balançam,<br />
entre estas e aquelas,<br />
vivo!<br />
incessantemente insisto,<br />
não resisto<br />
o meu peito clama<br />
e reclama:<br />
quero essa dor,<br />
entre.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alice e seus pés no Centro Histórico, São Luís-MA</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A três metros da faixa de pedestre, carros desesperados me fizeram parar. Mãos saltaram das janelas fazendo sinais frenéticos para desacelerar. Mas onde estaria o pedestre? Estiquei o olhar sobre os tetos dos carros a minha frente e nada vi. Seriam crianças saindo de uma escola ali perto? Nada, não vi ninguém, foi então que olhei uma mãe desesperada atravessando a rua carregando o filho preso aos dentes. “Humano, demasiadamente humano”!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-46555375954107295342011-12-29T06:20:00.000-08:002012-01-02T05:13:54.542-08:00Vice Verso<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;">tarde demais<br />
não é<br />
aquelas tardes noites que voltam atrás<br />
não, não voltam mais<br />
a tarde<br />
que se deitavam com o tempo<br />
as noites, tarde,<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cansada das frases não ditas (linha)</div><div style="text-align: center;">do rosto sem expressão, </div><div style="text-align: center;">da fala sem emoção, </div><div style="text-align: center;">do olhar sem intenção, </div><div style="text-align: center;">do beijo sem paixão</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cansada das frases esquecidas (pontos)</div><div style="text-align: center;">do mundo sem simplicidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">do carinho sem amizade</div><div style="text-align: center;">da companhia sem cumplicidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">do amor sem saudade </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cansada do mundo </div><div style="text-align: center;">sem mim (nó)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Me guardei em algum canto da vida<br />
Sobre a mesa, papeis e canetas coloridas<br />
Riscos, rabiscos, letras e palavras soltas<br />
Folhas amassadas, cantiga louca<br />
Projetos, metas e sacrifícios...<br />
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Olheiras sem olhar<br />
Noites sem luar...<br />
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Aí, que saudade de mim<br />
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<i>Alice Nascimento</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292083551077570837.post-49599806623946941442011-10-31T18:32:00.000-07:002011-10-31T19:20:59.417-07:00Dia sem cor<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">O cinza invadiu o fim daquela manhã girassol enquanto as nuvens abatidas abraçavam-se, quando o falecimento do pai de um amigo havia sido anunciado. Os ventos pararam por alguns instantes. Não havia sabor no prato, sorriso no rosto, e embora eu nem o conhecesse, era tão familiar sua feição que nos abraçamos e choramos juntas, eu, e as nuvens, naquela tarde desbotada.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br />
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