<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130</id><updated>2024-11-05T19:07:22.572-08:00</updated><category term="poesia"/><title type='text'>Busca poemas e poesias</title><subtitle type='html'>Para quem busca leitura e pesquisa de poemas e poesias.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-8589326564066689235</id><published>2013-10-19T16:55:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-20T05:55:18.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONETO DE SEPARAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;De repente da calma fez-se o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Que dos olhos desfez a última chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Vinicius de Moraes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8589326564066689235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2013/10/soneto-de-separacao_9250.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/8589326564066689235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/8589326564066689235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2013/10/soneto-de-separacao_9250.html' title='SONETO DE SEPARAÇÃO'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-6070786259801922994</id><published>2013-10-19T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-19T16:45:58.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONETO DE CARNAVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Distante o meu amor, se me afigura&lt;br /&gt;
O amor como um patético tormento&lt;br /&gt;
Pensar nele é morrer de desventura&lt;br /&gt;
Não pensar é matar meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seu mais doce desejo se amargura&lt;br /&gt;
Todo o instante perdido é um sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;
cada beijo lembrado uma tortura&lt;br /&gt;
um ciúme do própio ciumento.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E vivemos partindo, ela de mim&lt;br /&gt;
E eu dela, enquanto breves vão-se os anos&lt;br /&gt;
Para a grande partida que há no fim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
De toda a vida e todo o amor humanos:&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tranquila ela sabe, e eu sei tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;
Que se um fica o outro parte a redimi-lo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Vinicius de Moraes</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6070786259801922994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2013/10/soneto-de-carnaval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/6070786259801922994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/6070786259801922994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2013/10/soneto-de-carnaval.html' title='SONETO DE CARNAVAL'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWHmq7MhzweyRsnPSBXdMJLVclYhxsXsvpSiNMz98CfBCu8-Z5XrqeDMgIq-p9NNVEu6Ch_aSNLa-dhxZWa8PMKnZmZ7bNQtdVwjayyM7MJxqGldzIq6UAPeDKOwbo4zick9TdN1KrUtb/s72-c/coracao.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-1876026540815906989</id><published>2011-07-06T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:24:41.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>Não sou barqueiro de vela, &lt;br /&gt;
Mas sou um bom remador:&lt;br /&gt;
No lago de São Lourenço&lt;br /&gt;
Dei prova do meu valor!&lt;br /&gt;
Remando contra a corrente,&lt;br /&gt;
Ligeiro como a favor,&lt;br /&gt;
Contra a neblina enganosa,&lt;br /&gt;
Contra o vento zumbidor!&lt;br /&gt;
Sou nortista destemido,&lt;br /&gt;
Não gaúcho roncador:&lt;br /&gt;
No lago de São Lourenço&lt;br /&gt;
Dei prova do meu valor!&lt;br /&gt;
Uma coisa só faltava&lt;br /&gt;
No meu barco remador:&lt;br /&gt;
Ver assentado na popa&lt;br /&gt;
O vulto do meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas isso era bom demais&lt;br /&gt;
 - Sorriso claro dos anjos,&lt;br /&gt;
Graça de Nosso Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1876026540815906989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/07/desafio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/1876026540815906989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/1876026540815906989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/07/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-1792361885996437134</id><published>2011-07-03T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:34:16.163-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><title type='text'>três letras para melodias de Villa-Lobos</title><content type='html'>Roda, ciranda,&lt;br /&gt;
Por aí fora,&lt;br /&gt;
Chegou a hora&lt;br /&gt;
De cirandar!&lt;br /&gt;
Na tarde clara&lt;br /&gt;
Vinde ligeiras,&lt;br /&gt;
Ó companheiras,&lt;br /&gt;
Rir e dançar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moças que dançam&lt;br /&gt;
Nas horas breves&lt;br /&gt;
Dos sonhos leves,&lt;br /&gt;
Na doce idade&lt;br /&gt;
Das ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;
Guardam lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;
Boa lembrança&lt;br /&gt;
Da mocidade&lt;br /&gt;
Nos corações.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roda, ciranda,&lt;br /&gt;
Como essas belas,&lt;br /&gt;
Gratas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;
Dos nossos céus!&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos, em rondas&lt;br /&gt;
Precipitadas,&lt;br /&gt;
Como levadas&lt;br /&gt;
Na asa dos véus! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moças que dançam&lt;br /&gt;
Nas horas leves&lt;br /&gt;
Dos sonhos breves,&lt;br /&gt;
Na doçe idade&lt;br /&gt;
Das ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;
Guardam lembrança&lt;br /&gt;
Boa lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;
Da mocidade&lt;br /&gt;
Nos corações.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1792361885996437134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/07/tres-letras-para-melodias-de-villa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/1792361885996437134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/1792361885996437134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/07/tres-letras-para-melodias-de-villa.html' title='três letras para melodias de Villa-Lobos'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-2243990026439957329</id><published>2011-06-30T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:06:34.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profundamente</title><content type='html'>Quando ontem adormeci&lt;br /&gt;
Na noite de São João&lt;br /&gt;
Havia alegria e rumor&lt;br /&gt;
Estrondos de bombas luzes de Bengala&lt;br /&gt;
Vozes cantigas e risos&lt;br /&gt;
Ao pé das fogueiras acesas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No meio da noite despertei&lt;br /&gt;
Não ouvi mais vozes nem risos&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas balões  &lt;br /&gt;
Passavam errantes&lt;br /&gt;
Silenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;
O ruído de um bonde&lt;br /&gt;
Cortava o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;
Como um túnel.&lt;br /&gt;
Onde estavam os que há pouco&lt;br /&gt;
Dançavam&lt;br /&gt;
Cantavam&lt;br /&gt;
E riam&lt;br /&gt;
Ao pé das fogueiras acesas?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Estavam todos dormindo&lt;br /&gt;
Estavam todos deitados &lt;br /&gt;
Dormindo&lt;br /&gt;
Profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu tinha seis anos&lt;br /&gt;
Não pude ver o fim da festa de São João&lt;br /&gt;
Porque adormeci&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje não ouço mais as vozes daquele tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Minha avó&lt;br /&gt;
Meu avô&lt;br /&gt;
Totónio Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;
Tomásia &lt;br /&gt;
Rosa&lt;br /&gt;
Onde estão todos eles?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Estão todos dormindo &lt;br /&gt;
Estão todos deitados&lt;br /&gt;
Dormindo&lt;br /&gt;
Profundamente. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2243990026439957329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-ontem-adormeci-na-noite-de-sao_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/2243990026439957329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/2243990026439957329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-ontem-adormeci-na-noite-de-sao_30.html' title='Profundamente'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-1563849589705188984</id><published>2011-05-28T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T07:48:55.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vi uma rosa</title><content type='html'>Eu vi uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;
- Uma rosa branca -&lt;br /&gt;
Sozinha no galho.&lt;br /&gt;
No galho? Sozinha&lt;br /&gt;
No jardim, na rua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sozinha no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Em torno, no entanto,&lt;br /&gt;
Ao sol de mei-dia,&lt;br /&gt;
Toda a natureza&lt;br /&gt;
Em formas e cores &lt;br /&gt;
E sons esplendia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo isso era excesso.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A graça essencial,&lt;br /&gt;
Mistério inefável&lt;br /&gt;
- Sobrenatural -&lt;br /&gt;
Da vida e do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;
Estava ali na rosa&lt;br /&gt;
Sozinha no galho.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sozinha no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tão pura e modesta,&lt;br /&gt;
Tão perto do chão,&lt;br /&gt;
Tão longe na glória&lt;br /&gt;
Da mística altura,&lt;br /&gt;
Dir-se-ia que ouvisse&lt;br /&gt;
Do arcanjo invisível&lt;br /&gt;
As palavras santas&lt;br /&gt;
De outra Anunciação.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1563849589705188984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-vi-uma-rosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/1563849589705188984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/1563849589705188984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-vi-uma-rosa.html' title='Eu vi uma rosa'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-6288876173092069229</id><published>2011-04-22T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:29:31.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trem de ferro</title><content type='html'>Café com pão&lt;br /&gt;
Café com pão&lt;br /&gt;
Café com pão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Virge Maria que foi isso maquinista?&lt;br /&gt;
Agora sim&lt;br /&gt;
Café com pão&lt;br /&gt;
Agora sim&lt;br /&gt;
Voa, fumaça&lt;br /&gt;
Corre, cerca&lt;br /&gt;
Ai seu fogoista&lt;br /&gt;
Bota fogo&lt;br /&gt;
Na fornalha&lt;br /&gt;
Que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;
Muita força&lt;br /&gt;
Muita força&lt;br /&gt;
Muita força&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oô...&lt;br /&gt;
Foge, bicho&lt;br /&gt;
Foge, povo&lt;br /&gt;
Passa ponte&lt;br /&gt;
Passa poste&lt;br /&gt;
Passa pasto&lt;br /&gt;
Passa boi&lt;br /&gt;
Passa boiada&lt;br /&gt;
Passa galho &lt;br /&gt;
De ingazeira&lt;br /&gt;
Debruçada&lt;br /&gt;
No riaçho&lt;br /&gt;
Que vontade&lt;br /&gt;
De cantar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oô...&lt;br /&gt;
Quando me prendero&lt;br /&gt;
No canaviá&lt;br /&gt;
Cada pé de cana&lt;br /&gt;
Era um oficiá&lt;br /&gt;
Oô...&lt;br /&gt;
Menina bonita&lt;br /&gt;
Do vestido verde&lt;br /&gt;
Me dá tua boca&lt;br /&gt;
Pra matá minha sede&lt;br /&gt;
Oô...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vou minbora vou minbora&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não gosto daqui&lt;br /&gt;
Nasci no sertão&lt;br /&gt;
Sou de Ouricuri&lt;br /&gt;
Oô...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vou depressa&lt;br /&gt;
Vou correndo&lt;br /&gt;
Vou na toda &lt;br /&gt;
Que só levo&lt;br /&gt;
Pouca gente&lt;br /&gt;
Pouca gente&lt;br /&gt;
Pouca gente...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6288876173092069229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/trem-de-ferro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/6288876173092069229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/6288876173092069229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/trem-de-ferro.html' title='Trem de ferro'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-232215964742688746</id><published>2011-04-22T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:50:19.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mote de glosas</title><content type='html'>Vi uma estrela tão alta,&lt;br /&gt;
Vi uma estrela tão fria!&lt;br /&gt;
Estrela por que me deixas&lt;br /&gt;
Sem a tua companhia?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sonho contigo de noite,&lt;br /&gt;
Sonho contigo de dia:&lt;br /&gt;
Foi no que deu esta vida&lt;br /&gt;
Sem a tua companhia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Água fria fica quente&lt;br /&gt;
Água quente fica fria.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu fico sempre frio&lt;br /&gt;
Sem a tua companhia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca mais vou no meu bote&lt;br /&gt;
Pescar peixe na baía:&lt;br /&gt;
Não quero saber de pesca&lt;br /&gt;
Sem a tua companhia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/232215964742688746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/mote-de-glosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/232215964742688746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/232215964742688746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/mote-de-glosas.html' title='Mote de glosas'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-3202543665256784721</id><published>2011-04-22T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:30:31.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A estrela</title><content type='html'>Vi uma estrela tão alta,&lt;br /&gt;
Vi uma estrela tão fria!&lt;br /&gt;
Vi uma estrela luzindo&lt;br /&gt;
Na minha vida vazia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Era uma estrela tão alta!&lt;br /&gt;
Era uma estrela tão fria!&lt;br /&gt;
Era uma estrela sozinha&lt;br /&gt;
Luzindo no fim do dia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por que da sua distãncia&lt;br /&gt;
Para a minha companhia&lt;br /&gt;
Não baixava aquela estrela?&lt;br /&gt;
Por que tão alta luzia?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E ouvi-a na sombra funda&lt;br /&gt;
Responder que assim fazia&lt;br /&gt;
Para dar uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;
Mais triste ao fim do meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3202543665256784721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/estrela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/3202543665256784721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/3202543665256784721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/estrela.html' title='A estrela'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-1526669562241038495</id><published>2011-04-22T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T07:21:14.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapo-cururu</title><content type='html'>Sapo-cururu&lt;br /&gt;
Da beira do rio.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh que sapo gordo!&lt;br /&gt;
Oh que sapo feio!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sapo-cururu&lt;br /&gt;
Da beira do rio.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando o sapo coaxa,&lt;br /&gt;
Povoléu tem frio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que sapo mais danado,&lt;br /&gt;
Ó maninha, ó maninha!&lt;br /&gt;
Sapo-cururu é o bicho&lt;br /&gt;
Pra comer de sobreposse.&lt;br /&gt;
Sapo-cururu&lt;br /&gt;
Da barriga inchada.&lt;br /&gt;
Vôte! Brinca com ele...&lt;br /&gt;
Sapo-cururu é senador da República.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Para que o menino&lt;br /&gt;
Durma sossegado,&lt;br /&gt;
Sentado ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;
A mãezinha canta:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- &quot;Dodói, vai-te embora!&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Deixa o meu filhinho.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Dorme... dorme... meu...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Morta de fadiga,&lt;br /&gt;
Ela adormeceu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Então, no ombro dela,&lt;br /&gt;
Um vulto de santa,&lt;br /&gt;
Na mesma cantiga,&lt;br /&gt;
Na mesma voz dela,&lt;br /&gt;
Se debruça e canta:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- &quot;Dorme, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Dorme, meu benzinho...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E o menino dorme.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4744460927263811670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-menino-doente_8877.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/4744460927263811670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/4744460927263811670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-menino-doente_8877.html' title='O menino doente'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-4308568742637683949</id><published>2011-04-22T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T06:03:05.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rondó do capitão</title><content type='html'>Bão balão&lt;br /&gt;
Senhor capitão,&lt;br /&gt;
Tirai este peso&lt;br /&gt;
Do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;
Não é de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;
Não é de aflição:&lt;br /&gt;
É só de esperança,&lt;br /&gt;
Senhor capitão!&lt;br /&gt;
A leve esperança,&lt;br /&gt;
A aérea esperança...&lt;br /&gt;
Aérea, pois não!&lt;br /&gt;
- Peso mais pesado&lt;br /&gt;
Não existe não.&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, livrai-me dele,&lt;br /&gt;
Senhor capitão!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4308568742637683949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/rondo-do-capitao_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/4308568742637683949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/4308568742637683949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/rondo-do-capitao_22.html' title='Rondó do capitão'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-3093969581165786114</id><published>2011-04-01T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:36:23.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debussy</title><content type='html'>Para cá, para lá...&lt;br /&gt;
Para cá, para lá...&lt;br /&gt;
Um novelozinho de linha...&lt;br /&gt;
Para cá, para lá...&lt;br /&gt;
Para cá, para lá...&lt;br /&gt;
Oscila no ar pela mão de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;
(Vem e vai...)&lt;br /&gt;
Que delicadamente e quase a adormecer o balança&lt;br /&gt;
- Psiu... -&lt;br /&gt;
Para cá, para lá...&lt;br /&gt;
Para cá e...&lt;br /&gt;
- O novelozinho caiu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Dorme sossegado.&lt;br /&gt;
Dorme, que a teu lado&lt;br /&gt;
Cantarei baixinho.&lt;br /&gt;
O dia não tarda...&lt;br /&gt;
Vai amanhecer:&lt;br /&gt;
Como é frio o ar!&lt;br /&gt;
O anjinho da guarda&lt;br /&gt;
Que o Senhor te deu, &lt;br /&gt;
Pode adormecer,&lt;br /&gt;
Pode descançar,&lt;br /&gt;
Que te guardo eu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manuel Bandeira</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6897600988542126213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/acalanto-de-john-talbot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/6897600988542126213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8134431160455423130/posts/default/6897600988542126213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iva-buscapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/acalanto-de-john-talbot.html' title='Acalanto de John Talbot'/><author><name>Aster Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598829257167229899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134431160455423130.post-7980180454936352430</id><published>2011-04-01T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:09:05.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azulão</title><content type='html'>Vai&lt;br /&gt;
Azulão,&lt;br /&gt;
Azulão,&lt;br /&gt;
Companheiro,&lt;br /&gt;
Vai!&lt;br /&gt;
Vai ver minha ingrata.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Diz&lt;br /&gt;
Que sem ela&lt;br /&gt;
O sertão&lt;br /&gt;
Não é mais &lt;br /&gt;
Sertão!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ai voa!&lt;br /&gt;
Azulão,&lt;br /&gt;
Vai contar&lt;br /&gt;
Companheiro,&lt;br /&gt;
Vai!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Na imundíce do pátio&lt;br /&gt;
Catando comida entre os detritos.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando achava alguma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;
Não examinava nem cheirava:&lt;br /&gt;
Engolia com voracidade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O bicho não era um cão,&lt;br /&gt;
Não era um gato,&lt;br /&gt;
Não era um rato.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O bicho meu Deus, era um homem. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas depois que tu partiste,&lt;br /&gt;
Perdi de toda a alegria:&lt;br /&gt;
Fiquei triste, triste, triste.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca dantes me sentira &lt;br /&gt;
Tão desinfeliz assim:&lt;br /&gt;
É que ando dentro da vida&lt;br /&gt;
Sem vida dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
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Livre. Quebraram-lhe a asa.&lt;br /&gt;
Sacha lhe deu uma casa,&lt;br /&gt;
Água, comida e carinhos.&lt;br /&gt;
Foram cuidados em vão:&lt;br /&gt;
A casa era uma prisão,&lt;br /&gt;
O pardalzinho morreu.&lt;br /&gt;
O corpo Sacha enterrou&lt;br /&gt;
No jardim; a alma, essa voou&lt;br /&gt;
Para o céu dos passarinhos!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Nariz de bolacha!&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
(Meu estro não acha&lt;br /&gt;
Outra rima em acha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso se agacha,&lt;br /&gt;
Se cobre de gracha,&lt;br /&gt;
Se arranha, se racha,&lt;br /&gt;
Se desatarracha&lt;br /&gt;
E pede em voz baixa&lt;br /&gt;
Desculpas a Sacha.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Saparia no brejo?&lt;br /&gt;
Não, são os quatro cãezinhos policiais bebendo água.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Por quê? Os motivos são tantos!&lt;br /&gt;
Resumo-os sem mais tardanças:&lt;br /&gt;
Início dos meus encantos,&lt;br /&gt;
Fim das minhas esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Sombra do momte no mar.&lt;br /&gt;
Água do mar em teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Tão cansados de chorar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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- Antônia, ainda não me acostumei com o seu corpo, com a sua cara.&lt;br /&gt;
A moça olhou de lado e esperou.&lt;br /&gt;
- Você não sabe quando a gente é criança e de repente vê uma lagarta listrada?&lt;br /&gt;
A moça se lembrava:&lt;br /&gt;
- A gente fica olhando...&lt;br /&gt;
A meninice brincou de novo nos olhos dela.&lt;br /&gt;
O rapaz prosseguiu com muita doçura:&lt;br /&gt;
- Antônia, você parece uma lagarta listrada.&lt;br /&gt;
A moça arregalou os olhos, fez exclamações.&lt;br /&gt;
O rapaz concluiu:&lt;br /&gt;
- Antônia, você é engraçada!Você parece louca.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Na janela de meu bem:&lt;br /&gt;
Quando as mulheres não amam,&lt;br /&gt;
Que sono as mulheres têm!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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- &quot;Passei o dia á toa, á toa&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Andorinha, andorinha, minha cantiga é mais triste!&lt;br /&gt;
Passei a vida á toa, á toa...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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