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Era sol e primavera 
Amuo é meia noite 
De inverno solitário 
&amp;nbsp; 
Verão de gargalhadas 
Enche a cama e o quintal 
Ar tépido oloroso 
E gorjeios, toque e pele 
&amp;nbsp; 
As...&lt;br/&gt;
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O universo ao derredor 
E escorreram como cachoeira 
No branco da celulose 
Invadiram vales estéreis 
Verdejaram como limo 
Na aspereza da terra fértil 
&amp;nbsp; 
Dos olhos...&lt;br/&gt;
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Pelos buraquinhos vê-se a luz

Dividida em pontinhos



Do outro lado do cetim negro

O branco vaza pelos furos

Descorto de passadas nuvens



A água ainda rola pela...&lt;br/&gt;
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A nobreza da cicuta 
A pobreza do moderno 
&amp;nbsp; 
Arde na garganta e aquece dentro 
Arde nos poros 
Mostra cancelas fechadas atrás 
&amp;nbsp; 
A vida flui 
Some pelos...&lt;br/&gt;
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Descansa o corpo nu 
Homem pai menino filho 
De alguém que não sabe 
Que o corpo nu descansa 
Sobre o lençol vermelho e áspero 
De terra e sangue 
Do corpo nu do...&lt;br/&gt;
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A lua pálida  
Nas mãos  
O oceano 
Reflete-se em si 
Vira mundo  
Entre as faces e as mãos  
Faz-se universo 
“O homem é mil” 
Sendo só  
O homem é uno  
Sendo tantos 
Nos pés de...&lt;br/&gt;
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Ela faz teologia 

Eu amasso o pão 

Ela cuida do jardim 

No mercado faço as compras 

Ela calibra os pneus 

&amp;nbsp; 

Norte e sul se cruzam 

Na alcova e na varanda 

&amp;nbsp;...&lt;br/&gt;
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Navegar nas vagas da memória 
Sentir os gostos da infância 
Sabores perdidos 
Redivivos gostos doces 
Águas 
Rios, bicas e chuva 
O cheiro ainda presente a cada garoa 
&amp;nbsp; 
Circunavegar os...&lt;br/&gt;
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O dourado dos raios por entregalhos 
Amacia a noite 
E a colore, deitada ao sereno 
&amp;nbsp; 
No pátio, flores e galos 
Pendurados no sorriso dela 
A Lua cúmplice 
&amp;nbsp; 
As agulhas...&lt;br/&gt;
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É como encontro de ares.

O frio e o quente se chocam

E nascem raios, ruídos e tempestades

Ciclone arrasta sonhos

Enxurrada leva o sossego

De pernas ao alto ficam...&lt;br/&gt;
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Pedindo entrada 
Fantasiada em roupa nova 
Alva e limpa 
Esquece o que já foi 
E refaz-se em desejos e objetos 
Novo destino se traça 
&amp;nbsp; 
A aura se recobre 
Em nuances e...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetrasDeDois/~4/lFV7ZCmI5I0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://letrasdedois.blogspot.com/2010/08/alma-nova.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Lanho</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetrasDeDois/~3/KuX_adzGbSM/lanho.html</link><category>Marcos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcos Pontes)</author><pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 16:58:01 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339662444210963191.post-2189457930359020412</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-09T20:58:01.614-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>Explícito lanho 
Mostrando a carne 
Incandescente 
Ossos vibram 
&amp;nbsp; 
Xilofone de teclas brancas 
Emite som soturno 
Entre gritos e horrores 
&amp;nbsp; 
A morte exposta 
Nas manchetes encarnadas...&lt;br/&gt;
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Conta uma história pelo avesso 
Do nome com a letra 
A letra do nome 
Letra e nome pênseis 
Pêndulo de metal 
&amp;nbsp; 
A letra pendurada no chaveiro 
Balança o nome não...&lt;br/&gt;
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Brotaram dias e noites e diasNoites e dias de sol e arDias e noites de brisa e chuva

Vidinha que cresce verduengaViçosa vida...&lt;br/&gt;
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Caça-se



&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sibila a seta

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Acerta o alvo



Busca-se a certeza do acerto

Sem se esperar o...&lt;br/&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O susto

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A certeza

Nimbus aos pés

Voo de urubu

À espera do...&lt;br/&gt;
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Entre a aurora e o ocaso  
Construo e destruo meus dias  
Dia a dia  
&amp;#160;  
Nasço na alvorada  
Me descabelo no zênite  
Morro à boca da noite  
&amp;#160;  
No escuro  
À ausência do dia ...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetrasDeDois/~4/5fGL5l-4bgQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://letrasdedois.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-dia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Varanda</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetrasDeDois/~3/_3EVzg9zyD8/varanda.html</link><category>Marcos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcos Pontes)</author><pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 17:42:29 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339662444210963191.post-832870512593105710</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-16T21:42:29.358-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&amp;#160;  
A varandinha é urbana,  
Mas é minha e dela,  
Minha dona mundana,  
Senhora e amante,  
Fortaleza e cidadela,  
Varandinha baiana.  
&amp;#160;  
Já vejo a rede colorida  
De varanda de renda ...&lt;br/&gt;
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Se de um dedo sai uma prosa  
Da mão sai enciclopédia  
Das mãos nasce um universo  
Encerrado na poesia  
&amp;#160;  
Da língua escorre palavra  
Que pinga sobre o teclado  
Seiva corrente em...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetrasDeDois/~4/EGHgsTCSymA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://letrasdedois.blogspot.com/2010/05/cyberpoesia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Lar</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetrasDeDois/~3/bhDSuzayglM/lar.html</link><category>Marcos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcos Pontes)</author><pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 09:51:50 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339662444210963191.post-3570144971011841874</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-15T13:51:50.437-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>O véu  
Vibrante ar  
Céu  
&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Bate  
&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Surdo Tambor  
&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Vate  
Abrigo  
Sólido teto  
Trigo  
&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Pão e...&lt;br/&gt;
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Lanha o branco em arabescos  
Latinismos, rimas e solturas  
Divide o horizonte em antes e o que vem  
Dá forma, desenforma, deforma  
Informa que o pão é quente e cheira  
A...&lt;br/&gt;
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Mas erram menos do que os que não os ensinam



Eram escuros os olhos brilhantes

Neles o reflexo dos parachoques vindo



Mais errados

São os jovens que não se permitem...&lt;br/&gt;
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Mergulho num

Saio na água salgado d’outro

E nado rumo à rua boca

Rasgando a suavidade de tuas rugas



Passeio molhado pelos teus lábios

E escorro queixo...&lt;br/&gt;
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Na concha da mão  
Faço uma lagoa  
Na falta da lagoa mesma  
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Da bunda brilhante do vaga-lume  
Faço Lua cheia e amarela  
Na ausência amarela da Lua  
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Crio minha noite de...&lt;br/&gt;
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Não há esforço além dos brônquios  
A vida é leve como a lufada  
Que sai do peito e sobe quente  
A vida sobe quente  
Respira a vida que sobe

  
   
Tato além das mãos  
Que tocam as...&lt;br/&gt;
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