tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88914275424137798972026-03-27T07:33:02.820-03:00Mural de BesteirasO conteúdo deste blog é oitenta por cento fictício, os outros vinte por cento pode ser também.
Aqui você pode encontrar uma postagem inesperada e um comentário surpreendente, com ou sem nexo pra você.Gilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082255553614687682noreply@blogger.comBlogger568125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-33533281783415573862025-12-17T17:20:00.003-03:002025-12-17T17:20:20.697-03:00O POETA É PENSADOR<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Não deixar de pensar,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Procurar acertar.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Se, acaso, cincar,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Não temer recuar,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>E recomeçar</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A pensar.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-19221296905413191002025-07-29T22:46:00.005-03:002025-07-29T22:46:46.237-03:00FILOSOFISMO<p> </p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">O que nos vem <i>a priori</i></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Torna-se logo <i>a posteriori</i></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></b></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-50222612768111903452025-07-29T22:43:00.004-03:002025-07-29T22:43:39.781-03:00POEMA AO VENTO<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Vento se faz desatento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Embora saiba que é vento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Tem vento que'é de momento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Por isto segue outro vento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Vento que sopra tão lento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Não tem reconhecimento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Pois se não for grande vento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Não vai ventar cem por cento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div><br /></div>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-57053441829719482752025-07-23T22:04:00.001-03:002025-07-23T22:04:28.110-03:00ESPANTOSO RECÔNDITO<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Meu espanto não me espanta.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">O que, por vezes, me espanta:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">"O outro onde o espanto encanta".</span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-34883411777845092252025-07-10T13:20:00.003-03:002025-07-23T22:00:29.628-03:00 TEMA MESMO<p> </p><p><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuJa6r0sqarpNUyyErJxJZ4TU7FeDmbTWOPtilFvNnJZ09w6ajKwq9UDgKKo2VugW3ve2Wdvde9bsnRHAwG2BlGAZOUk8g3VFWnM8aEOSD1nE6r-cXRz6O_peLjU_pW5b_Ru1B1SbiSW-0bVTQyZICHGvin89LK3IZf4e1Z0byGaZb-YybTGLplqcfRIM" /></p><p><span style="font-size: xxx-large; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Na mesmice,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Eu encontrei o tema:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Poetice,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Mania de poema".</span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-32066732501188138502025-06-18T20:54:00.008-03:002025-06-18T20:56:11.470-03:00SONHO EM LUZ<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Luz é tanta</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Que nuvens mergulham em mar</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Que fogo farto quase faz secar</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Que encanta?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Sonho de ser e querer suportar</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-63970035552126824032025-05-14T23:15:00.002-03:002025-05-14T23:15:17.688-03:00DES-ENCONTROS<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">De amores, eu venho</span><br /><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Oh! Sombras diurnas</span><br /><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amor hoje eu tenho</span><br /><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Das luzes noturnas</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-468216616708643432025-05-13T21:12:00.000-03:002025-05-13T21:12:09.630-03:00FALAR É FÁCIL<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>É fácil ficar sossegado</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Quando se tem calçado</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Penoso é vencer percalço</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Quando se está descalço</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-81989683398974134722025-05-13T19:27:00.008-03:002025-05-13T19:28:46.557-03:00PARA OS QUE CREEM NO AMOR<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Altura, perde o avião,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Será que vai bater no chão?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Será que Deus vai pôr a mão?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>O amor de cada coração</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Vai se juntando em oração</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>E, arremete, a salvação.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-18736120205453433092025-05-09T21:34:00.005-03:002025-05-10T03:25:56.423-03:00MORANDO NA FLORESTA<p> </p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">O voejar de um morcego</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Medo da noite, provoca</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Só fico em paz quando chego</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dentro de minha maloca</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-58061981157574091952025-05-09T20:43:00.000-03:002025-05-09T20:43:03.459-03:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjknLB6fWEDqVLcd0fxn6SR96Y2uARJnMu_FActdEvPSTgU2CrbQ98wFuKovRwGBE1coslNdrMmgHXUB9KgGk2y4SralTkfCaD6F3tRw-3cax5iAhMwV3ukCxdeb2TSfIYctjjR2ORlKBJ5at9f8qqvyamDh-sOcgGJzqh95kyTRUTRMqp5byTAtKPWPAM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="812" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjknLB6fWEDqVLcd0fxn6SR96Y2uARJnMu_FActdEvPSTgU2CrbQ98wFuKovRwGBE1coslNdrMmgHXUB9KgGk2y4SralTkfCaD6F3tRw-3cax5iAhMwV3ukCxdeb2TSfIYctjjR2ORlKBJ5at9f8qqvyamDh-sOcgGJzqh95kyTRUTRMqp5byTAtKPWPAM" width="150" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b style="font-size: xx-large;">Da terra, ao vidrar</b></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A noite, quietude</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Vê, longe, o luar</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A lua-de-gude</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Esfera que só Deus acode</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Ao giro, no tempo, afinal</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Encanta o olhar, que virtude</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Mais do que sol de cristal</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div><br /></div>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-65684937725096943652025-05-09T20:30:00.007-03:002025-05-09T20:37:50.610-03:00RETRATO DE PERSONA<p><b style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></b></p><p><b style="font-size: xx-large;"></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg92H8781uwUXbIhlgI9TU2j4hUe9yh3Ae8_ldEYFNcCsz68W4mZQ5g0Lg5actaevGFxhM4tpTDtU-gP-VFT7Ivqlc1EJc4ikhc1Hme54BaVeP-Of6f8bfVjqUenScIsxLB0OnMvSFuvELddhfm5DcJjN-6cnWbQq5eIutXyrA_-f3Of5SZ1QKWEqqLsnI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="93" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg92H8781uwUXbIhlgI9TU2j4hUe9yh3Ae8_ldEYFNcCsz68W4mZQ5g0Lg5actaevGFxhM4tpTDtU-gP-VFT7Ivqlc1EJc4ikhc1Hme54BaVeP-Of6f8bfVjqUenScIsxLB0OnMvSFuvELddhfm5DcJjN-6cnWbQq5eIutXyrA_-f3Of5SZ1QKWEqqLsnI" width="186" /></a></b></div><b style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></b><b style="font-size: xx-large;">Diante da imagem que nasce</b><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Não olhe para a face</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Apenas disfarce</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Não queira, ao espelho</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Mostrar-se</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Olhar-se</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Ou mesmo dar-se</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Sem antes, ao quadro, pintar-se</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-66967027490652638072025-05-02T15:42:00.002-03:002025-05-02T15:42:54.400-03:00EMPREGO<p> </p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">De manhã, sem alarde</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Vou, feliz, ao labrego</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Pois eu quero, à tarde</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Só fartar-me ao lamego</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-73013938517138209362025-05-02T15:27:00.004-03:002025-05-02T15:27:25.421-03:00PREGUIÇA<p> </p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">No andar aos mormaços</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fazem-se escassos</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">E sem laços</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Os passos</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-5637949534490401122025-05-02T15:17:00.004-03:002025-05-02T15:17:22.831-03:00UM LEVE AZUL<p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Jamais quero em minha vida</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Ser quão fundo de um baul</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Quero a onda refletida</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Em perfil de luz azul</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-67444532904385513402025-04-18T03:23:00.000-03:002025-04-18T03:23:13.866-03:00ALUCINAÇÃO<p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Luz mirante, vem supina,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Tinge o mar, brilha neblina.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Vem de longe, chuva fina,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>E a noite não termina.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Grande onda, não é pura,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Água é como tinta escura.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Na cilada, a voz urge,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>À distância, grita e turge:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Pesadelo de aventura!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Vem o barco da loucura!</b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-6563139277616411322025-04-05T18:48:00.001-03:002025-04-05T18:48:39.199-03:00AMOR, BEM DA VIDA<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Beba-se, límpido, o licor</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Coma-se, nutridor, o sande</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Para que volte o amor</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Em cada alma que ora se expande</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-50887874086640434612025-03-22T03:06:00.001-03:002025-03-22T03:06:24.529-03:00EU SOU A PORTA<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A porta importa</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Sim, muito importa a porta</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Ela nos dá passagem e coragem</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Para entrar, sem grades, em novas realidades</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Precisa, não, pensar perfeição</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Abra-se, então, porta do coração</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-54894443036045105192025-03-19T15:38:00.001-03:002025-03-19T15:38:24.820-03:00VENTOS AO TEMPO<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Deixando caída a folha</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Há vento que sopra lento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Com outro, não resta escolha</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>É vento que vem raivento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Vem vento, vai vento</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Não sobra tempo</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Ao vão momento</b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-70947999165363043002025-01-28T19:09:00.006-03:002025-01-30T20:46:22.389-03:00NEREIDA DO MAR<p><br /></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Vulta Nereida</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Ousa me amar</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Como Cefeida</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Em <span class="html-span xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x1hl2dhg x16tdsg8 x1vvkbs" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit;"><a class="html-a xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x1hl2dhg x16tdsg8 x1vvkbs" style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>seu rutilar </b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Tão linda Ninfa</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Descendo ao mar</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Nítida, Linfa</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Vem purificar</b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Luz ondulante</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Cruza o luar </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Ela, brilhante</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>E eu sem lugar</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-5227109942337083282025-01-12T22:55:00.004-03:002025-01-12T22:56:52.052-03:00COMO TER AZAR GANHANDO<p> </p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Um belo dia, resolvi jogar na loteria. Vejam só, joguei e ganhei uma bolada! É que, após fazer minha fezinha, quando voltava para casa, e, com efeito, passava próximo a um campo de futebol, um dos jogadores chutou a bola de mau jeito, a mesma subiu demais, passou por cima do alambrado e desceu na minha direção e ... Foi assim que recebi uma bolada. Que azar, não? </span></b></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-7023901296044873902025-01-06T16:32:00.001-03:002025-01-06T16:32:23.091-03:00 POESIA DAS FLORES <p><br /></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Para felizes eventos gerais</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Flores reais</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="html-span xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x1hl2dhg x16tdsg8 x1vvkbs" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit;"><a class="html-a xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x1hl2dhg x16tdsg8 x1vvkbs" style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>Para os tristes momentos brumais </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Flores a mais</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Flor e poema têm modos iguais</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Versos florais</span></div></div>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-14793253394768681292025-01-04T21:07:00.006-03:002025-01-04T21:28:52.008-03:00TRISTEZA DE POETA<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Em vez de felicidade</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Quero ser melancolia</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Para me fazer saudade</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>E tristeza todo dia</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Hoje minha realidade</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Dá-me toda alegria</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Mas, se a dor me invade</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Bela é minha poesia</b></span></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-21693815032766847452025-01-04T13:06:00.000-03:002025-01-04T13:06:12.368-03:00 ANU<p><br /></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Ser pássaro, é voar</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>É ser deus em brilho estelar</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>E ter alma, espírito, em céu, ao dançar</b></span></div></div>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891427542413779897.post-51412736882330314512025-01-04T13:03:00.005-03:002025-01-04T13:03:46.543-03:00DITADO POPULAR (dos insetos)<p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Cada barata com seu barato.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Roberto Armorizzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14175731560179604827noreply@blogger.com0