tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21913946343444410352024-02-19T03:56:36.335-03:00cento e muitos poemas com amorcristiano Siqueira...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-14846437794882736542011-01-28T14:14:00.004-02:002011-01-28T22:13:43.209-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ygc8Dy6ATjpYvpDgO2ilNadp1Go-mKotSOLy1ZgXnIFzyvoKOq2d8TviMX0NQiz7iLljtfsGkUuvau2jiucSpsXC-viRxuV0HVycBSO3rLa8UxEd77SPiXR-mLB2LS3nJ8YvdRmCcvi5/s1600/SEBASTI%25C3%2583O+SALGADO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ygc8Dy6ATjpYvpDgO2ilNadp1Go-mKotSOLy1ZgXnIFzyvoKOq2d8TviMX0NQiz7iLljtfsGkUuvau2jiucSpsXC-viRxuV0HVycBSO3rLa8UxEd77SPiXR-mLB2LS3nJ8YvdRmCcvi5/s320/SEBASTI%25C3%2583O+SALGADO.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Amor além dos poemas de amor</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">(XXI - Rotina de árvore)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Desceu a rua do beco para ir ao botequim. Enquanto descia, a rua envelhecia os tons da tarde mas não prometia a entrada da noite nem o recomeço dos dias. Aquele instante não era de alívio, não era mais uma hora de comer grãos ou mais uma hora de não pensar em nada. Nada de pensar que pensar em nada era a forma mais espontânea de viver. Nada de pensar que o ser humano inventou filosofias e compromissos distintos dos animais. Era sentir-se sem se saber sentindo. Que mal haveria nessa rotina de árvore? Mas nem sempre ele foi assim. Tivera sim alguma noção de sua vida. E por mais que fosse essa noção verdadeira, foi uma mentira que lhe convinha pra se dar continuidade. Saber da própria vida não significa saber da vida. Restou que tudo que encontrou foi uma maneira de se esconder que lhe serviu de fantasia. Bastante já o tinha procurado de si em si mesmo e nos outros. Fez até o contrário. Olha que deu certo... Mas sem perceber, aposentou-se de ter maiores informações do que era ou deixava de ser, só pra se ocupar da forma mais simples de ser: ser. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">(Foto de Sebastião Salgado)</span></em></strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-83542383064697195752010-11-02T13:01:00.000-02:002010-11-02T13:01:42.979-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjML6NlNNn5LmgACHv-M2BE5znE3rey6j_ciC8PCjunxsKg4ekDJQFaptBXB2qGjYSDScedOtVu8b80pl3L1e_-tXddAJ9L9UsytxUYvvKBBgaCwmSyUTVJnRV2i3tE8ypGqn3V7um9dCeh/s1600/BRESSON+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjML6NlNNn5LmgACHv-M2BE5znE3rey6j_ciC8PCjunxsKg4ekDJQFaptBXB2qGjYSDScedOtVu8b80pl3L1e_-tXddAJ9L9UsytxUYvvKBBgaCwmSyUTVJnRV2i3tE8ypGqn3V7um9dCeh/s320/BRESSON+11.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Se Deus era ou não era<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Uma espécie de dono <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Criador do todo <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Desde a face da terra?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Quanto mais me perguntava<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mais um abismo se abria<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Entre o que ela queria<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">E onde eu estava. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mas de súbito, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Como descesse do púlpito,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Na língua da vida me falou:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Já me prostituí por amor...</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>Cristiano Siqueira</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o poeta está cansado.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">desiludido<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">rima adjetivos<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">sem saber rimá-los.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o poeta <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">não vê graça.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">não há nada que traga<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o tempo em que era<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">ao menos um ínfimo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">destino <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">de poeta.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o poeta bem que tenta<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">mas nada rebenta <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">nas brenhas do poema. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span> </b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">(Foto de Geraldo de Barros)</span></b></i></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-3038679285865876882010-10-11T10:20:00.004-03:002010-10-12T16:52:00.785-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcVkYvZ2qGcXDb_s0mqZLlD7JzqgvItophlVlICjJShAr5ZGq0qy4cK4Xm-TccKGHFJTVB5Ipp8Wk6AM8LQpZfLV6HH6a_94EpZA1Onsf67KdFApqGiIhDsHbXGe9U1hmqTUZdwxla8PB/s1600/DIVERSIDADE+RELIGIOSA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcVkYvZ2qGcXDb_s0mqZLlD7JzqgvItophlVlICjJShAr5ZGq0qy4cK4Xm-TccKGHFJTVB5Ipp8Wk6AM8LQpZfLV6HH6a_94EpZA1Onsf67KdFApqGiIhDsHbXGe9U1hmqTUZdwxla8PB/s400/DIVERSIDADE+RELIGIOSA.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">(XIX - todo mundo num terrêro)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">memórias de um preto véi ganhador <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">do prêmio nobel da paz em 2888.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">muita pinga na cacunda <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">tacaro na macumba<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">búzio de babalaô<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">ifá e o seu tarô do amor<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">das entidade num havia <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">uma só que num vinha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">ora ora deixe estar<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">se é eles podentrar...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o vigário no tambô <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">nossinhora e o pastô<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o semba do eremita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">e a cerveja carmelita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o monge bebeu vinho<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">com o cético adivinho<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">a hóstia e o luterano<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">martin tava cantano<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">uns deuse de ateu<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">e o karma do judeu<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">toda gente adorano<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o girassol do pataxó<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">moisés jacó dano estrela<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">jogavam capoeira<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o feitiço e o mito<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">das divindade do olimpo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">em se tratano de credo,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">ninguém tá errado,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">nem certo!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Amor além dos poemas de amor</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">(XVIII - Multidão)</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Perguntou-me quantos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de mim em mim</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">havia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Eu disse independia...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Pra qual dos mims foi a pergunta?</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Cristiano Siqueira</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(Foto de Blake Andrews)</strong></span></em>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-60177163058655708452010-09-22T10:37:00.003-03:002010-09-22T10:44:27.181-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mErF10jm4w9rmkZVoCqvCKf4-mJgPgyOIl6Fg3R8SjGvWldku0uTjD_7zR7ZB5Rb5V3VPisyFyRIG4lupLxuVL-q_uu2N981JYfJWewOUTM88bMUppC0igkIjQ457civ9UmEbKlJRUhL/s1600/NIELS+JORGENSEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mErF10jm4w9rmkZVoCqvCKf4-mJgPgyOIl6Fg3R8SjGvWldku0uTjD_7zR7ZB5Rb5V3VPisyFyRIG4lupLxuVL-q_uu2N981JYfJWewOUTM88bMUppC0igkIjQ457civ9UmEbKlJRUhL/s400/NIELS+JORGENSEN.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">amor de um beijo só</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">desde que foste</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ficamos</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">fora nosso adeus</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">algo passageiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mas tão eterno quanto um Beijo</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Amor além dos poemas de amor</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(XVII - ai)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">se eu pudesse exprimir </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">numa só palavra </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">a minha vida </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">eu diria </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">assim convicto </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">sem mais evasivas </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">o verbo ai </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai de meus tombos num</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">a infância </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">tantas dores </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ralaram os cotovelos </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai das noites </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mal dormidas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">exame noutro dia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">recuperação </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai do filho doente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">eu de susto avisado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">medo-morte do meu pai </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai na surra da bete</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">vara de macieira </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">pra dar gente descente</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai nas orações</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">não atendidas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">virgem maria</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>ter fé eu não sabia?</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai das paixões</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">doridas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">altares que consagrei</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai do meu bonsai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">morto de sede</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">pela água esquecida</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai das minhas tosses</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">presas no receio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de incomodar</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai daquelas mãos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">gélidas suadas sem jeito</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">com meu par de quadrilha</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai quantas dores </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de barriga </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ira da comida</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">e meu medo de lançar</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai de todo meu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">contentamento e alegria</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">por aprender a chorar</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai por toda a esperança</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">alento e nostalgia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que a vida dá</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai do meu ai.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai de meu ai </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que gritei </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ao nascer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">no colo-lar de mamãe</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai pela sorte</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que se me traiu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">conduziu continuar</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ai!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai do que escrevo </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">agora</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">esgotando em poesia</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Amor além dos poemas de amor</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(XVI - Magia)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">A não ser os poetas,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ninguém inventou controle remoto</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">pra fazer das pedras uma porção de neblina.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Amor além dos poemas de amor</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Talvez porque eu não tenha nenhum delírio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">além da necessidade de sentir o simplesmente.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Mas claro! Há passagens</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">das quais me arrependi por mais de algum tempo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Aprender a viver é algo que muito</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">se desaprende</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Mesmo quanto mais</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">se arrisca.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Se eu fosse pintar um quadro da minha vida,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">muito do branco usaria.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Plantar flores entre as cordas do violão.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">É isso que me dá vontade!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;"><em>(Foto de Richard Bram)</em></span>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-21070201665190418602010-03-13T14:53:00.006-03:002010-04-13T08:39:55.243-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG67RBARiDNcmieEBDIDjZr62zLauDAem6Mo2fj8RevXf_yuYemRFxS0MfqeRqnDuwC93OBjF8JVSpnZxxl2HnJZgmTshOq5PBt5pF4aDvY1INaIuuA3ce1SmuwZLJpsvIBawY1K54_BZ5/s1600-h/SALVADOR+DALI.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG67RBARiDNcmieEBDIDjZr62zLauDAem6Mo2fj8RevXf_yuYemRFxS0MfqeRqnDuwC93OBjF8JVSpnZxxl2HnJZgmTshOq5PBt5pF4aDvY1INaIuuA3ce1SmuwZLJpsvIBawY1K54_BZ5/s400/SALVADOR+DALI.png" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Amor além dos poemas de amor</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">(XIV - Cartilha)</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">à época de aprender as horas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">tia clotilde me ensinava.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ainda vejo: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">doze relógios </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mais alguns </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">sessenta medos!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">eu não sabia discernir</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">o tanto </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">do tamanho </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">dos ponteiros...</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ei! você dalí!<br />
um nanico daqui,<br />
este monstro de lá.<br />
quanto dá?!</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai meu deus sumido de mim!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai foto de jesus que não soprava</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">qualquer resposta errada!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai meus cânticos de colégio de freira! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">por que reter o dia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">numa ampulheta de pilha!?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">riam todos que julgavam </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">saber conjugar os tempos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">clotilde e seus modos </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de mestra silvina!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">a mesma cara que cora dizia!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">fosse hora redondinha,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">eu logo adivinhava!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">agora, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">fosse um <i>quinze pra uma</i>... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">aí eu só queria voar pela sala,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">fazer fuga com magia!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">sei lá... ajustar...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">dizer que eu tinha,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mais sem menos,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">um poquim de poesia!</span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Cristiano Siqueira</span></b></i><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">(Imagem da obra </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">"A Persistência da Memória" </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;"> de </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Salvador Dalí)</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;"></span></em></strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-45216692235390881062010-03-11T21:56:00.002-03:002010-03-13T14:59:32.456-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKE2qjYeWH0BBbRtFakgoB7Y_QcMZj4cHbGUPRq4ysxuLixS3POSeQeID2-MV2qfmZvs5ERB8LSmOZR20KFoJuqCi5KwuRj7ouhaPyrYbxOm0ZuId5X-TBu2miE1x95ac8-js3hxXr72_/s1600-h/BRESSON+24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKE2qjYeWH0BBbRtFakgoB7Y_QcMZj4cHbGUPRq4ysxuLixS3POSeQeID2-MV2qfmZvs5ERB8LSmOZR20KFoJuqCi5KwuRj7ouhaPyrYbxOm0ZuId5X-TBu2miE1x95ac8-js3hxXr72_/s320/BRESSON+24.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Amor além dos poemas de amor</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(XIII - Monólogo)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Eu: Tô com saudade tanto dois de você, sabia?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Eu: Isso você diz de zero a dez?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Eu: Claro que não! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Como fosse dois de você pra caber!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">(Foto de Henri-Cartier-Bresson)</span></em></strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-64174570605418011122010-03-08T21:47:00.003-03:002010-03-08T21:55:48.340-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLm93HJuCJ4ii9bmXikuzALS1Mnzifaiarp5EBMJhb7ssX8BmnFjiB_AqaeyIbFGUkKfbp1EukP5pzIELRjvkG48j1v1tvF_Nbno8os6JGhhGfFyCr-2yhvMAbjybO3hQUhiBCsrTbQZt/s1600-h/BLAKE+ANDREWS+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLm93HJuCJ4ii9bmXikuzALS1Mnzifaiarp5EBMJhb7ssX8BmnFjiB_AqaeyIbFGUkKfbp1EukP5pzIELRjvkG48j1v1tvF_Nbno8os6JGhhGfFyCr-2yhvMAbjybO3hQUhiBCsrTbQZt/s400/BLAKE+ANDREWS+9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Amor além dos poemas de amor</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(XII - Escritura) </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">comprei uma casa que ficava </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">em cima duma onda no oceano. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">pelo que é verdade </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">e dou fé. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">meus amigos diziam que o cristiano só poderia </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ter comprado aquilo pra dissolver patrimônio. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">eu dava de ombro. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">e tirei anos e mais anos de trégua</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">tudo dentro daquela só segunda-feira.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">foi quando muitos me levaram mais a sério</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">e vieram, mesmo de viés, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ajudar a dar versos pra tapar </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">os buracos do telhado. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">(Foto de Blake Andrews)</span></em></strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-17140398179676143162010-03-06T23:41:00.002-03:002010-03-06T23:44:17.783-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukz8mCEQETfaUvz_HsSFjflxBvCdJnjAQJ7UuCZlx61ssrR1OgFd84gGcFtZrpqodHT4cyTkMJd9A3UUMdOmS9qhBewk6V8r0NMF66vJ7BfnlQo6I3GbRexB0tFx9I2juhh6vGZrYlTLE/s1600-h/BRESSON+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukz8mCEQETfaUvz_HsSFjflxBvCdJnjAQJ7UuCZlx61ssrR1OgFd84gGcFtZrpqodHT4cyTkMJd9A3UUMdOmS9qhBewk6V8r0NMF66vJ7BfnlQo6I3GbRexB0tFx9I2juhh6vGZrYlTLE/s400/BRESSON+4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Amor além dos poemas de amor</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">(XI – Postagens) </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Sei que já não posso </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Deixar-te os meus recados. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Todo o meu silêncio,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;"> No branco dos parágrafos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">O futuro da saudade é fruto do passado.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Sobejo de tuas fotos nos meus olhos cerrados...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">As promessas do céu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">São manhãs de teu banho </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Que nunca ao meu banho, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Conheceu.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">A palavra aprisionada nas cartas não escritas...</span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Livrai-me do mal das postagens proibidas!</span></i><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">O que não nos dissemos abrirá meu testamento.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ah! Meu amor por quê?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Porque me calaste pra dizer de teus segredos?</span></i><br />
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<b><em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Cristiano Siqueira</span></em></b><br />
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<b><em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">(</span></em></b><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Foto de Henri-Cartier-Bresson)</span></em></span></b><br />
<i></i>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-64841088667756938622010-03-05T23:38:00.002-03:002010-03-05T23:46:33.500-03:00<em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Amor além dos poemas de amor </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(X - Cultura)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Certa feita plantei umas sementinhas de fruta. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Eu mesmo fiz o regador à base de lata.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Furei tudinho o fundo da lata de farinha láctea. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">E aguei, molhei, reguei... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Era ali na curva do quintal onde a terra </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">gestava meu pé de Seriguela. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Foi minha primeira plantação </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">depois das mamonas da casa antiga.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Nos ramos do mamoneiro eu brincava </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de bolinha de sabão.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Demorou muito pr’algum tipo de verde </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">botar a cabeça de fora. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Mas eu continha a ânsia de regar mais do que devia. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Aprendi com o pai da namorada: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>ói que água demais mata a flooor!</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Quando eu já tinha quase desistido, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">numa tarde de outono a prole vingou.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Nasceu acho que de uns nove meses! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Agora eu pensava até em esterco de morcego. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Mas cresceu a Seriguela </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">com os cabelo esparramado,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Deu dois três quatro palmo de altura </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">com um tom meio macho.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Bete quando viu correu pra vizinha </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">a Dona Doraci.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">E a rua soube toda que fiz de minha mãe </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Uma avó de capim.</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Cristiano Siqueira</strong></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>(Foto de Stuart Franklin)</strong></span></em>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-1995279989718040362009-11-12T17:13:00.002-02:002009-11-12T17:24:55.787-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBHkXFf7kYwGED6MZjbWFGQlCZ1oTGhh7z8bqFcVJAkjhGn-gcdOWQFfyp_fzuaeMxjBiPLaNJDU2XtshSiCRGR215L9tGaO7csk0rW0E3tqT4IDV0Fu7SxT38gDNvl2PHxnWex5u6eAI/s1600-h/9a48_FLAVIO_DAMM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBHkXFf7kYwGED6MZjbWFGQlCZ1oTGhh7z8bqFcVJAkjhGn-gcdOWQFfyp_fzuaeMxjBiPLaNJDU2XtshSiCRGR215L9tGaO7csk0rW0E3tqT4IDV0Fu7SxT38gDNvl2PHxnWex5u6eAI/s320/9a48_FLAVIO_DAMM.jpg" /></a><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">amor além dos poemas de amor</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">(IX - Roupas no varal)</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Quando meu avô morreu,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">eu conhecia ser criança.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Mais nada! </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Da janela vimos um silêncio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que só há nos editais da morte. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Chegou um carro preto.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Lembro que era bem carro </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">e bem preto!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Alongava-se em carro e cor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">quanto mais olhando... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Surgia pra avisar...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Diziam ser Elias,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">um rapaz que eu tinha medo!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Tanto ouvir a família falar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Nosso quintal era que me lembro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mais largo que o imenso! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Eu estava assim de lado, avizinhado,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">encostado ao muro sem saber participar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">O céu ventava roxo ameaçando chuva </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">e o quebranto dos telhados.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Assustado, vi mamãe correr</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">entre a primeira gota de chuva </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">e as lágrimas que não eram as últimas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ela vinha do anúncio </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">para o fundo do quintal, colher apressada,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">nossa roupa no varal. </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Cristiano Siqueira</strong></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>amor além dos poemas de amor </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(VIII - ai! esse tempo!)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">esse tempo em que teus olhos não estão </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">no meu rosto </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">triste como o olhar de uma janela perdida pelo muro </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">dos vazios afundado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">no que não há</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">significado.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;"> esse tempo, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> esse tempo, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">esse tempo... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">como bate um relógio </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de sol contra o vento.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ai! esse tempo!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">há tempos só me diz</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">do matiz da distância.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">esse tempo não faz tempo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mas é maior que a lembrança.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>(Foto de Christophe Agou)</em></strong></span>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-61669929073965004382009-09-22T21:55:00.001-03:002009-09-22T21:56:16.888-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizN-DkKtFSG47Briw9PwC6XB7GKO7YK-_qi-N_oNJ3QDIP9P7m6MhAlaEeie1IPwkK3u2gmRNdf2zHBnfzia0gJY-Z-41FddySUTDUp9SRASllnrdt5llUQ169IPtV-r6rufsMvbuHYv8V/s1600-h/TRENT+PARKE+24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizN-DkKtFSG47Briw9PwC6XB7GKO7YK-_qi-N_oNJ3QDIP9P7m6MhAlaEeie1IPwkK3u2gmRNdf2zHBnfzia0gJY-Z-41FddySUTDUp9SRASllnrdt5llUQ169IPtV-r6rufsMvbuHYv8V/s400/TRENT+PARKE+24.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Amor além dos poemas de amor </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">(VII - Estado de espírito)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Meu estado de espírito</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">não é uma coisa nem outra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Um elo de todas as coisas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">com as folhas soltas</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Dou três passos e paro </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Olho para o céu e respiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Sou mistura de fato marcado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Com a ilusão de um místico</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Escoro meu ombro ao muro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Fecho o olho e delineio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">O porquê de meu freio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">E a velocidade dos mundos</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Sou qualquer estado ilhado </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Nem fora nem dentro de mim</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Poeira cósmica ou um só cisco</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Sou eu quem me assisto! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong><em>(Foto de Trent Parke)</em></strong></span>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-55646309926239438902009-09-17T22:17:00.000-03:002009-09-17T22:17:00.960-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWSGUvyYQcMiMVO0n3h1R_qr8iwz_qM0j3XGiJp545x-UK3Dt981pX218gEJCWbB6QQUBJSHOkUV52OePi6RBUjhwMlKzwCtbqK84k21S_fji8Qf_T6aEhksxKfqB34-quU1AdtJM6bNa/s1600-h/NARELLE+AUTIO+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWSGUvyYQcMiMVO0n3h1R_qr8iwz_qM0j3XGiJp545x-UK3Dt981pX218gEJCWbB6QQUBJSHOkUV52OePi6RBUjhwMlKzwCtbqK84k21S_fji8Qf_T6aEhksxKfqB34-quU1AdtJM6bNa/s400/NARELLE+AUTIO+6.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>amor além dos poemas de amor</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>(VI - caminho sem ti)</strong></span><br />
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<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">caminho sem ti. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">meu pensamento </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">lembra-se do seu.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>quem será meu pensamento?</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">já te passastes por aqui</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">sem que não soubesses </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">caminhar sem mim? </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">não estou sozinho,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">vem comigo a nudez do vento </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que esteve entre nós naquele momento.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">anda conosco</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">o que nos envolveu de corpo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">sol, sereno e janeiros</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">à sombra dos pessegueiros. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
<strong><em></em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>(Foto de Narelle Autio)</em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>amor além dos poemas de amor </strong></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(V - 3 por 4)</strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>alegro ma non troppo</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">haikais são</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">lançados </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ao rio </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">da lira </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que entorna </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">e amorna o amor.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">fábulas </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mitos da </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">vida nas </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mãos percorridas:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">dorso do alvor. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">soltem-se </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">versos e </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">credos das</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">bocas aflitas de </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">deus indistintos </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">olhos de ator.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">exú, com</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">platão de </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">cupido </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">dançando </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">quadrilha em </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">el salvador. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>canta que </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>dança e que</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>canta que </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>canta e que </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>dança que</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>gira-e-não-</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>gira no en-</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>torno do sou.</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">nada tem mais unidade que a </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">falsa verdade da sábia </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mentira de </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ser quem eu sol.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">(Foto de Evgen Bavcar)</span></em></strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-63211069305256210962009-09-14T19:05:00.000-03:002009-09-14T19:05:35.774-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYolb0V_k_nXk7nDNthsJgNienhC59uYo0LgJS62YqFstQXk6YnXOqWZsToN8039s0_ZLsZ-naS59n8GAuybgpCsFDRIJRECE6lZqmCNMG1g-XnaPBCXaz7KfBkgg5FBBXfdgc2F81ELZ/s1600-h/ADRIAN+FISK+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYolb0V_k_nXk7nDNthsJgNienhC59uYo0LgJS62YqFstQXk6YnXOqWZsToN8039s0_ZLsZ-naS59n8GAuybgpCsFDRIJRECE6lZqmCNMG1g-XnaPBCXaz7KfBkgg5FBBXfdgc2F81ELZ/s320/ADRIAN+FISK+9.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>amor além dos poemas de amor (IV - fronteira)</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">a primeira coisa que fiz</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">foi pensar em nada.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">talvez estive antes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">do meu nascimento.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">se fui sondado à vida </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de vir, não lembro.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ou porque não soube,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ou soube vir a esmo. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">(Foto de Adrian Fisk)</span></em></strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-49240829722431144112009-09-11T11:47:00.002-03:002009-09-11T11:52:47.150-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1eJsDIu4Db1fz8cRIvuJuwfkrn1B5BqUA6eM9ulDhHpIKjdy5g82dSy1UA0rAnnQdSDuWi6eP5HeG4HoHhtJDzFI3kR_iaBg_JQ3y4RfKxxV2_EJyJItdKmU9a0gSZu2K9dqhtn84fU9h/s1600-h/EVGEN+BAVCAR2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1eJsDIu4Db1fz8cRIvuJuwfkrn1B5BqUA6eM9ulDhHpIKjdy5g82dSy1UA0rAnnQdSDuWi6eP5HeG4HoHhtJDzFI3kR_iaBg_JQ3y4RfKxxV2_EJyJItdKmU9a0gSZu2K9dqhtn84fU9h/s320/EVGEN+BAVCAR2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>amor além dos poemas de amor</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>(III- as ruínas da memória)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">uma luz de penumbra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">em seu rosto imparfeito, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">fez branco e preto </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">minha quimera de runas. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">as ruínas da memória</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">não são mais que a solidão</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">recordando sua presença. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">a vaga de seus passos </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">– estáticos – </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">como quem vai embora,</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">mas não desvia a permanência. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>amor além dos poemas de amor (II - </strong><strong>quase um nome)</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">só me interessa a sombra da curva,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">este espaço deixado no vão </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">do espaço em que passo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">tal como pedra de sal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">a naufragar um mar extinto </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">não sou mais que a sensação</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de ter a morte um manto </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">em que se vai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ficando pra trás</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ter o que não ter</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">quase um nome, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">legado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">dos lábios de meus pais. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em>(Foto de Bevgen Bavcar)</em></strong></span><br />
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</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-58736680329848846052009-09-05T10:49:00.004-03:002009-09-09T08:50:04.906-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCdQ989ylFbOFUkAjG5rezQayZah-Jsp1z7P8oa5BmRtgHji9B-Yd3Cue_CNWT3LflQZLseAxXGzom78rBzi8Uy4oOofeigZw3p9-72_WdA8G-FRz2NI2JztTakWaghSEVxSvtyu5Av8m/s1600-h/NILS+JORGENSEN+13.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377984578293391970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCdQ989ylFbOFUkAjG5rezQayZah-Jsp1z7P8oa5BmRtgHji9B-Yd3Cue_CNWT3LflQZLseAxXGzom78rBzi8Uy4oOofeigZw3p9-72_WdA8G-FRz2NI2JztTakWaghSEVxSvtyu5Av8m/s400/NILS+JORGENSEN+13.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 265px;" /></a><br />
<div><span style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Amor além dos poemas de amor (I - Gênesis)</strong><br />
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Tomou feição de lágrima<br />
no batismo da face.<br />
Na medida que a alma fluía,<br />
o corpo sublimava.<br />
Ia beijar o pé das nuvens.<br />
Quando viu<br />
se viu<br />
desiludido:<br />
<em>a criatura por si só sendo<br />
criada?</em><br />
Foi tomá-la pela mão.<br />
Ao chegar precipitado<br />
tombou um céu de altura.<br />
O deslize do céu.<br />
Desde então eles gravam<br />
no busto da vida alguns de seus laços.<br />
E há quem diga que o homem<br />
vale de Deus na terra pra dar liga ao barro.<br />
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Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;"></span></em></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;">(Foto de Nils Jorgensen)</span></em></strong></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-22437983958977518472009-09-03T08:55:00.001-03:002009-09-03T09:04:48.730-03:00<strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSdj4hwVvTgdlOO9sEO-6eD6SYkFwnj430Zs-4t6-hK3XW_-vDiORZwmZeWKug2AKxLSFC3XHdCVknexstJMa0WVJM-J8yr7jHnjUdVpMw10l-b_LTOqHksCfolgv24iCBTEFhiv6Dokb/s1600-h/GIl_PRATES.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377210792663986354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSdj4hwVvTgdlOO9sEO-6eD6SYkFwnj430Zs-4t6-hK3XW_-vDiORZwmZeWKug2AKxLSFC3XHdCVknexstJMa0WVJM-J8yr7jHnjUdVpMw10l-b_LTOqHksCfolgv24iCBTEFhiv6Dokb/s400/GIl_PRATES.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>amor à auto-biografia</strong><br /><br />cheguei por caminhos imprevisíveis,<br />acredito que lentamente<br />pra poder ficar:<br />ainda não cheguei<br /><br />horas sou<br />que não sou<br />poeta: mas espero...<br /><br />colho o aroma das flores<br />plantadas às margens<br />de um raio de sol<br /><br />não penso pra poema,<br />deus também é minúsculo,<br />tenho as velas das rezas de minha mãe<br />acendidas sobre os ombros<br /><br />quando delimito meu acaso<br />vem o etéreo e me dilui,<br />nos quintais de todo o espaço<br /><br />dou minha mão para a outra<br />e atravesso ruas que não levam meu nome<br /><br />se me sufoco giro em torno a mim,<br />não há como fugir:<br />ninguém ama mais nem menos do que o amor impõe.<br /><br /><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Foto de Gil Prates)</span></em></strong><br /><div></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191394634344441035.post-5244180328827066652009-08-29T20:36:00.002-03:002009-08-29T20:42:31.516-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyGzxds5bx0Uk22zWHWAX3_jb-UYN9hvlfz7lw-96vOA0KX2_r_JO6k-5aH64mus8bTYLQfOIMjJPECCiWIADN69ha6OjIA53ClBzJBQL6VNtlhmtdZt8nktW6_wwjNdjFuLEzZwpbeJ7/s1600-h/RICHARDBRAM.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375535168130728146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyGzxds5bx0Uk22zWHWAX3_jb-UYN9hvlfz7lw-96vOA0KX2_r_JO6k-5aH64mus8bTYLQfOIMjJPECCiWIADN69ha6OjIA53ClBzJBQL6VNtlhmtdZt8nktW6_wwjNdjFuLEzZwpbeJ7/s400/RICHARDBRAM.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>amor e horizonte</strong><br /><br />quero te enxergar<br />jeito tal que tu me enxergas!<br /><br />mas esqueço...<br /><br />teu olho não é o meu<br />e meu modo de olhar<br />é o único que tenho.<br /><br />não há como<br />sobrepor os olhares!<br /><br />vem logo um horizonte<br />e converge nossos olhos<br />ao amor que direcione...<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><strong><em>Cristiano Siqueira</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><em>(Foto de Richard Bram)</em></strong></span><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></em></strong></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471729530093389647noreply@blogger.com4