tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27578556430622880252012-02-01T11:44:12.330Z"A Paixão Que Veio do Frio", um romance inédito, disponível no Sitio do Livro e na Livraria Leya na Barata em Lisboa. Brevemente "Palavras por Dizer", uma nova obra de poesia e prosa poética da minha autoria.José Guerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13604478426719247949noreply@blogger.comBlogger143125JguerraBloguehttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757855643062288025.post-37804500831631339302012-02-01T11:44:00.000Z2012-02-01T11:44:12.337Z2012-02-01T11:44:12.337ZJosé Guerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13604478426719247949noreply@blogger.com0Respiro a solidão da noite Sem que do sol a deixe fazer manhã Grito num prenúncio de uma alvorada Sou ave despida do passado Sou do mundo, sou de ninguém José Guerra (2012) <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mBZEN9iip00HMCY7CJC5kGzVWcA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mBZEN9iip00HMCY7CJC5kGzVWcA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mBZEN9iip00HMCY7CJC5kGzVWcA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mBZEN9iip00HMCY7CJC5kGzVWcA/1/di" border="0" 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height="1" width="1"/>http://jmbguerra.blogspot.com/2012/01/em-laranja-se-desfalece.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757855643062288025.post-85024481304213568582012-01-08T15:17:00.000Z2012-01-08T15:17:28.524Z2012-01-08T15:17:28.524ZJosé Guerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13604478426719247949noreply@blogger.com4Naquela praia Pintada de silêncio Beijei o mar do teu luar De prata silêncio Se fez o nosso calar José Guerra (2012) <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xKKu37qtvRvqq3fJSTCfu9LQWnc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xKKu37qtvRvqq3fJSTCfu9LQWnc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xKKu37qtvRvqq3fJSTCfu9LQWnc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xKKu37qtvRvqq3fJSTCfu9LQWnc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JguerraBlogue/~4/ramuOFxzJ7g" height="1" width="1"/>http://jmbguerra.blogspot.com/2012/01/naquela-praia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757855643062288025.post-50364316364731855452011-12-27T18:39:00.000Z2011-12-27T18:39:26.131Z2011-12-27T18:39:26.131ZJosé Guerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13604478426719247949noreply@blogger.com3Quando o céu e a terra se tocam No mar se ouve Acordes em prosa se amam Num qualquer violino, que ao longe na memória se deixou tocar José Guerra (2011) <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/54l86cDTnhsRONKH1BedaKE2ITE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/54l86cDTnhsRONKH1BedaKE2ITE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/54l86cDTnhsRONKH1BedaKE2ITE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/54l86cDTnhsRONKH1BedaKE2ITE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JguerraBlogue/~4/NXtp-0tFSQY" height="1" 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