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E eu com essa mania de sonhar acordada,&amp;nbsp;não percebi o que sonhava em sonhos daqueles de verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Não notei aquele sopro que vinha na madrugada com tantas palavras tuas-tão-minhas...&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas o meu sonho voltou, tomou letras, tomou voz... E era tu ali outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;
Cores, sons, esquinas e músicas voltam numa velocidade daquelas que não dá pra contar..&lt;br /&gt;
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E era novamente o sonho tão meu, tão real..&lt;br /&gt;
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E a noite já não era mais dia e nem noite..&lt;br /&gt;
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Era lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;
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E um desejo que não se pode desejar... Era emoção..&lt;br /&gt;
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E era aquele amor que insiste em me visitar...&lt;br /&gt;
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Lembrei das esquinas de Quintana...&lt;br /&gt;
Lembrei daqueles pingos que me invadiam... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lembrei de corredores que já me esqueci..&lt;br /&gt;
Lembrei de lugares que nunca mais vi...&lt;br /&gt;
Lembrei de um pôr-do-sol que parecia sonho..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lembrei de tantos detalhes, &lt;br /&gt;
Lembrei até dos meus olhos piscando diante da multidão...&lt;br /&gt;
E tu ali, quieto, com um sorriso tentando te fugir da boca...&lt;br /&gt;
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As letras que Lya me lia sempre tão misteriosas, &lt;br /&gt;
Guardadas na memória!&lt;br /&gt;
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Os quadros que Quintana me pintou,&lt;br /&gt;
Todos tão poéticos...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E teu sorriso que se cansou de esconder,&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre tão meu....&lt;br /&gt;
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mas sei que quando tua mão toca a minha, o resto de mim imobiliza...&lt;br /&gt;
também posso te afirmar que muitas de suas perguntas me deixam sem resposta...&lt;br /&gt;
e não... não é por não ter certeza da resposta... é por não saber expressar tudo ao mesmo tempo!&lt;br /&gt;
devo assumir que às vezes me confundo em certos pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;
não sei se te amei ao primeiro toque ou primeiro beijo...&lt;br /&gt;
olho nossas fotografias, largadas e espalhadas por toda minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;
como podem compreender tantos sorrisos que se soltam pela sala quando enquanto as admiro?&lt;br /&gt;
também não sei muito bem do que é feito o amor,&lt;br /&gt;
mas sei que do momento que&amp;nbsp;tu chegas até quando&amp;nbsp;tu te vais,&amp;nbsp;existe um frio em&amp;nbsp;minha barriga...&lt;br /&gt;
não sei muito bem do que são feitas as poesias, &lt;br /&gt;
mas sei que quando penso em escrever um bilhete, só vejo cores e teu sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;
e quase ia deixando passar que não entendo como surgiram essas medidas de tempo...&lt;br /&gt;
porque cada dia dura bem uns meses longe de ti e vejo&amp;nbsp;horas passarem em 1seg quando tu te aproxima...&lt;br /&gt;
também sei que me fascina o teu olhar distante, me fascina tua mão inquieta e teu sorriso bobo...&lt;br /&gt;
e apesar de saber de tudo isso, eu ainda não sei como é viver no paraíso...&lt;br /&gt;
mas de todas as coisas que sei a mais forte é&amp;nbsp;que tu me fazes chegar bem perto disso...&lt;br /&gt;
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É o o calorzinho do teu toque na minha nuca quando o frio já toma conta do corpo,&lt;br /&gt;
São&amp;nbsp;os sorrisos que pulam da boca quando ouço tua voz, longe, longe, aqui perto...&lt;br /&gt;
É a saudade que aparece após um segundo sem teus olhos nos meus...&lt;br /&gt;
É ficar olhando para todos os lugares e não estar olhando pra lugar algum,&lt;br /&gt;
São as fotos que mostram imagens estáticas, mas que me fazem dançar lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;
É o olhar que percorre&amp;nbsp;o ambiente, mas que só enxerga a ti...&lt;br /&gt;
São os dias que passam corridos e que guardam histórias sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;
É aquele momento em que eu olho pros lados e entendo que é em ti que está o sentido&lt;br /&gt;
E tudo isso é poesia, a mais linda, que não tem letras, a que tem sons, suspiros e teus toques...&lt;br /&gt;
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#diadapoesia&lt;br /&gt;
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Quero resgatar aquele segundo que ficou perdido por uma frase que se confundiu e nos inverteu...&lt;br /&gt;
Quero degustar cada beijo que a distância não me permite ter &lt;br /&gt;
E quero enfim poder olhar dentro de ti e falar que sem isso, não há sentido...&lt;br /&gt;
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Busco tua presença no cheiro que fica pelo cômodo após tua partida,&lt;br /&gt;
Até mesmo naquela lembrança de um fim de tarde em que eu me perdia em ti...&lt;br /&gt;
Quero me perder e neste momento ter a certeza de que é quando mais te tenho...&lt;br /&gt;
Me perder nos nossos sonhos, na frase que ficou solta na nossa história...&lt;br /&gt;
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Mative-me aqui, a olhar pelas janelas que eu mesma idealizei...&lt;br /&gt;
Aguardando a hora de te ver atravessar meus sonhos e eu poder te tocar...&lt;br /&gt;
Te ver olhar dentro de mim e ler a poesia presente nos meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
Sentir teu abraço a me envolver e entender que é então que eu me sinto viva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-2282673554344986137?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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mansos, ligeiros, arrebatadores como maré que vem e me cobre e me desvenda...&lt;br /&gt;
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A mais sutil nota que me arrepia e te desperta minha saudade,&lt;br /&gt;
Que me arrasta e inventa horizontes para encontrar teu porto...&lt;br /&gt;
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Quero chegar ao fim da tarde e poder te recitar aquelas letras rabiscadas,&lt;br /&gt;
jogadas pelos cantos dos cômodos, já decoradas, ensaiadas...&lt;br /&gt;
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Te fazer meu refém, deitar meus olhos contra os teus e adormecer,&lt;br /&gt;
Entender o significado do sonho, o que vivo após despertar...&lt;br /&gt;
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Quero chegar ao fim dos dias, das tardes, quero chegar ao fim e olhar pra trás&lt;br /&gt;
E lembrar de como foi música cada passo até aqui, minha canção;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mostrar que o sonho acontece quando nos deixamos viver,&lt;br /&gt;
Que minha vida recomeça quando o fim da tarde vem contigo...&lt;br /&gt;
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o abraço que me deste, o beijo onde tudo começou...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...recordo cada suspiro do primeiro olhar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...as palavras descompassadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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minha respiração presa à tua....&lt;br /&gt;
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teu sorriso me entregando universos,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as estrelas que eu te dei...&lt;br /&gt;
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relembro cada fim de tarde onde tuas palavras cobriam qualquer pôr-do-sol...&lt;br /&gt;
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lembro de ti junto a mim, e só...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dou risada dos dias em que minhas palavras viravam rimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e tua felicidade era meu maior prêmio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;me perco na tentativa de eternizar cada segundo..&lt;br /&gt;
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e então abro os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7jbyomlU41qbluq3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7jbyomlU41qbluq3o1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e tu ainda estás aqui...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[do passado, presente, do futuro..]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;foi aí que eu consegui te enxergar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me olhando ao fundo, como num sonho bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la4te28njk1qbluq3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" n4="true" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la4te28njk1qbluq3o1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E foi no instante que eu menos procurei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;[foi quando eu me encontrei]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
foi aí que eu consegui me entregar&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e tua entrega me soa como nossa música...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E justamente enquanto eu fugia,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [da vida, dos medos, de mim]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; foi aí que tu me alcançou..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E hoje eu não tenho medos, hoje não preciso por nada procurar, hoje não existe mais bifucarcação.. Hoje eu desisti de fugir... Só quero estar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-4182622726390437567?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lembrei de te abraçar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;dos seus braços ternos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;a me enlaçar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fiquei ali, à lembrar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lembrei de cada segundo&lt;/div&gt;e percebi que de nada esqueci&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lembrei dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E então percebi que &lt;/div&gt;sem ti, não existe amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-1690512373400304621?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, queria também escrever teu nome em todas estas músicas tão lindas que fazem sucesso, para que todos entendessem uma partezinha do meu sentimento por ti... Por fim eu queria que ninguém tentasse entender ou ler as entrelinhas do que te escrevo, queria que simplesmente as vivessem, lendo com o coração, aí sim, conseguiriam saber de onde começou este texto aqui, e todos os outros... E onde começou, afinal, esta mania de juntar palavras e transbordar olhos, isso que por ai chamam de poesia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu queria só bem querer... E te querer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-7733369059555771577?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E eu aqui, estática...&lt;br /&gt;
E levo te olhando, de longe..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TNGxh05kEfI/AAAAAAAAAww/E7-cZIyNIwU/s1600/img1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TNGxh05kEfI/AAAAAAAAAww/E7-cZIyNIwU/s200/img1.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Te vejo sorrir, te vejo caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;
Faço que não vejo...&lt;br /&gt;
Improviso um descaso...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Corro em um instante inexato,&lt;br /&gt;
Te encontro no mesmo lugar...&lt;br /&gt;
E tu me arrebatas,&lt;br /&gt;
Tão forte quanto o primeiro toque,&lt;br /&gt;
Tão marcante quanto teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E vejo outro dia chegar,&lt;br /&gt;
Mais um dia sem ti,&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia a menos pra ti...&lt;br /&gt;
Sem saber se vivi ou se sonhei&lt;br /&gt;
Sem a certeza se este gosto existe&lt;br /&gt;
Ou se fui eu quem inventei...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Corre aqui, sussurra mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;
Repete as frases ensaiadas,&lt;br /&gt;
Me diz que andou lendo minhas cartas..&lt;br /&gt;
Toca mais uma vez o nosso som...&lt;br /&gt;
Fecha os olhos, deixa eu te sentir...&lt;br /&gt;
Sem cores, todas as nossas cores...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Pelas notas musicais se vivia o perfume onde teu olhar me findara...&lt;br /&gt;
As marcas dos teus dedos em meus cabelos, lembranças vivas&lt;br /&gt;
Teu sonho agora em mim, irrevogável... Ardente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TMsXXIg0B8I/AAAAAAAAAws/qaJBhKiRhkw/s1600/63438531_810168e1740e_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TMsXXIg0B8I/AAAAAAAAAws/qaJBhKiRhkw/s200/63438531_810168e1740e_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teus olhos de calmaria transtornando minha saudade,&lt;br /&gt;
Os dedos imponentes me faltando ao adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;
O mais singelo sussurrar, me despertando arrebatador&lt;br /&gt;
Fazer do teu boa noite o meu café da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Te despertar, ver em teus olhos a mim, te correr...&lt;br /&gt;
Me refazer em ti, pêlos bagunçados, pelo assoalho&lt;br /&gt;
Olhar ao redor, paredes desconhecidas, histórias minhas&lt;br /&gt;
Olhar pra ti, sonho imprevisível, ansiedade senil...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Reviver cada sílaba de uma palavra não dita...&lt;br /&gt;
Ocultar ao mundo o que sou, te fazer refém dos meus dias&lt;br /&gt;
Sorrir o mais sério sorriso, olhos vendados presos a ti.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Te entregar à noite, me prender aos sons, acordar mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minhas entrelinhas guardam teu nome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuas iniciais marcadas em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feito tatuagem, lembranças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As fotos, músicas, evidências da saudade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela página marcada por ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os versos já decorados por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruas sem cor, pintadas com tua aquarela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noites aquecidas na tua respiração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O bom dia contornado no teu semblante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas as paredes guardam teus sussurros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Testemunham uma frase de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se perdem a sonhar o nosso sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigo te buscando nos risos soltos pelo ar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em palavras que escorrem por mim;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E no perfume que agora mora aqui...&lt;br /&gt;
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Reinventar os toques vividos naquele sonho real,&lt;br /&gt;
Fechar os olhos e sentir a saudade escorrer,&lt;br /&gt;
Acordar e sorrir saudoso os versos que se viveu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enxergar as cores vivas em um céu de véu cinza,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TJDwPZK854I/AAAAAAAAAwA/n5gNbGJJEZ8/s1600/9e282a263738cfe280b11958addc6f19918fadcc_m_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TJDwPZK854I/AAAAAAAAAwA/n5gNbGJJEZ8/s200/9e282a263738cfe280b11958addc6f19918fadcc_m_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beijar as nuvens que invadem os campos,&lt;br /&gt;
Procurar o ponto final que se perdeu da história,&lt;br /&gt;
Trocar as músicas pelas poesias que o beijo exala,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sonhar o mesmo sonho já desperto&lt;br /&gt;
Brincar de desfazer os mistérios e recomeçá-los.&lt;br /&gt;
Olhar, sorrir, amar... Viver e ser...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poeta de papel, poeta de bar&lt;br /&gt;
Poeta da vida e dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;
Poeta das minhas reticências...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dos teus versos, me restaram a lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Levaram tuas esquinas em preto-e-branco,&lt;br /&gt;
Mandaram cancelar aquele pôr-do-sol infinito...&lt;br /&gt;
E eu fiquei com fragmentos...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O levaram assim, sem aviso,&lt;br /&gt;
sem nem uma nota de despedida..&lt;br /&gt;
E eu chorei quando não o encontrei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rasgaram suas linhas,&lt;br /&gt;
transformaram em miragem seus círculos&lt;br /&gt;
E eu fiquei com as letras que mais ninguém lia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TK4iBSKJbZI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eZJHCTrc23Y/s1600/1214076651_poeta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TK4iBSKJbZI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eZJHCTrc23Y/s200/1214076651_poeta.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me deixaram um bilhete embaixo do assoalho,&lt;br /&gt;
Daqueles que tu leva dias -meses- para encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;
E o bilhete era uma fotografia...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Juntaram teus poemas, juntaram teus repentes,&lt;br /&gt;
E fizeram dos teus escritos cinzas.&lt;br /&gt;
E eu buscando um arco-íris...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Te deixei notas em uma partitura rasgada...&lt;br /&gt;
Cantavam nossa história, a saudade era aguda.&lt;br /&gt;
E eu me declarei no refrão....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas meu poeta favorito está morto e não poderá mais me ler&lt;br /&gt;
Resta-me tua nuvem que encorpa meu verso favorito..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Resta-me o gosto do beijo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-4002530113989139367?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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por mais distantes que os seus estejam.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tu fecha os olhos e sente o sabor do beijo, o gosto da pele...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tu lembra da pessoa antes mesmo de lembrar de respirar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TKCjFoJh9mI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/0nfumjxrOVg/s1600/tumblr_l7qfuiyx9f1qcxfh6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TKCjFoJh9mI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/0nfumjxrOVg/s200/tumblr_l7qfuiyx9f1qcxfh6o1_500_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É amor amar sem nem se importar,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sem tentar entender...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
amar assim, por amar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Pegue todos os meus desejos e leve contigo,&lt;br /&gt;
Eles só existem por eu ver um desejo em ti.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Não há como desejar sem sentir o calor de volta, sem ver, sem ouvir, sem tocar...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pegue meus sonhos e guarde junto aos teus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eles nasceram quando te descobri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Os sonhos não se dão bem em carreira solo... ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pegue cada lembrança minha e reacenda as tuas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Elas são as maiores provas do que vivemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Lembranças me provam que te amei, que te toquei... E me fazem ter certeza do que ficou no passado]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pegue os poemas que te escrevi e junte às cartas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eles são meu testamento, onde te dou tudo que tenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Meus poemas serão apenas despedidas tristes na ausência tua]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TJD1sgX4cVI/AAAAAAAAAwI/gxGAVp1QdhM/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TJD1sgX4cVI/AAAAAAAAAwI/gxGAVp1QdhM/s200/images.jpeg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pegue também meu amor e onde o teu estiver, o deixe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu o deixei crescer para que completasse o teu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[E se tu se vai, não tem porquê eu continuar aqui...] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Imagina também que este teu lábio molhado foi depois de um beijo meu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Imagina que de todos os sonhos, o mais lindo é o que eu te toco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TI2KYxIYEZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EOKTDV7i0_Q/s1600/tumblr_l16vq7GMpw1qahomfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TI2KYxIYEZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EOKTDV7i0_Q/s200/tumblr_l16vq7GMpw1qahomfo1_500_large.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Faz das minhas palavras, tua inspiração..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Faz do meu sorriso, tua maior contradição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Fecha os olhos devagar, estenda os braços... Deixa eu te envolver..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Se envolva nos meus delírios... Me ajuda a desfazer os artifícios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Lembra da nota que eu transformei em música, é nossa melodia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Lembra da minha voz te falando de paixão, me perdendo em imaginação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Me ajuda a encontrar o caminho, em que nossos caminhos se encaminham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Me mostra as marcas dos teus pés... Ao lado dos meus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Me recita mais uma vez teus desejos... Os meus, nossos desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-5307989777766463058?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;E eu que apenas arrisco minhas frases sem rima para tentar descrever um sonho, eu te digo com toda a certeza, menino: o que eu entendo das coisas do amor, foram tuas linhas retas que me ensinaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TIkcv1Tf4XI/AAAAAAAAAvI/p9JwNlz7LXg/s1600/With_you__by_addy_ack_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TIkcv1Tf4XI/AAAAAAAAAvI/p9JwNlz7LXg/s200/With_you__by_addy_ack_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o menino e a nuvem eram saudade demais para caber no coração da minha menina, ela queria era poder reescrever as últimas linhas daquele menino de palavras errantes e contar que todos os beijos só faziam sentido se aqueles olhos a iluminassem quando suas bocas se soltassem; de todas as paixões que aqueles poetas tentaram escrever, nenhuma tinha o fogo e a paixão que só o menino conseguiu sonhar; as lâminas da minha menina após cortar distâncias se negam a cortar este sonho pela metade. E eu que nem sei declamar as poesias que o menino-sonho merece ouvir, tampouco consigo segurar as lembranças e torná-las reais, acabo por me confundir com minha menina e abraço os versos antigos e choro a distância entre a nuvem e a cerejeira desfolhada. E a menina só queria dar um pulo bem alto para alcançar aquela nuvem e desviar a atenção do menino das estrelas que ele pescava e mostrar que ela ama é aquele menino sonhador, menino criador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora eu só repito pra ti, menino, o que já disseste para sua menina: o impossível não existe pra quem sonha, mesmo para o coração que chora uma impossibilidade, mesmo para mim que uso das tuas palavras para te explicar o que tu mesmo me ensinou: final feliz aqui rima com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-7466001260861037603?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Peguei as melodias que ficaram guardadas na memória&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7j4f6hpzz1qbmjxwo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7j4f6hpzz1qbmjxwo1_400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salvei todas as notas que escrevemos nas ruas sem cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reescrevi os&amp;nbsp;refrões&amp;nbsp;que a vida me ensinara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por fim rimei cada frase que eu te escrevia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomei o Sol para que iluminasse os teus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E estes viraram pequenos olhos de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teus olhos que me gritam sua saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tua voz que me reafirma suas lembranças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquelas lembranças de um dia de sol chuvoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De uma&amp;nbsp;transmissão&amp;nbsp;perdida, a melhor já vista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por fim escrevi nas paredes do quarto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que o&amp;nbsp;coração&amp;nbsp;me grita..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vontade transformada em&amp;nbsp;ânsia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O desejo que já invade os pensamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o amor que já não cabe em palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não cabe em poemas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não cabe em músicas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não cabe nem em um não caber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Mas ainda cabe em sonhos, cabe na espera, cabe no querer]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Uso de motivos para escrever&lt;br /&gt;
E até o não-ter-motivos já me soa como versos&lt;br /&gt;
Da dor, do amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TH29XheZPCI/AAAAAAAAAuY/17GtaseSWYY/s1600/tumblr_l2j63oIg4U1qbz8x1o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/TH29XheZPCI/AAAAAAAAAuY/17GtaseSWYY/s200/tumblr_l2j63oIg4U1qbz8x1o1_400_large.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flores ou pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;
Cada letra me é uma estrofe&lt;br /&gt;
Casa brisa me entoa uma poesia&lt;br /&gt;
E seus olhos me invertem&lt;br /&gt;
Me tornam poeta&lt;br /&gt;
E minha poesia é feita de nuvens&lt;br /&gt;
De algodão, de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
É feita dos artifícios das letras tuas&lt;br /&gt;
Meus versos combinam com estrelas&lt;br /&gt;
E rimam com um rio vermelho&lt;br /&gt;
Minhas poesias tem raios de sol&lt;br /&gt;
E minha prosa tem seus beijos&lt;br /&gt;
Minhas sílabas ecoam nas tuas iniciais&lt;br /&gt;
E se reticentiam nas suas consoantes&lt;br /&gt;
Meus espaços contém abraços&lt;br /&gt;
E minhas vírgulas choram minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;
Descrevo-te tão intensamente&lt;br /&gt;
Que para o título me resta o plágio&lt;br /&gt;
E até no plágio eu te encontro&lt;br /&gt;
E talvez por te ter nas minhas letras é que o amo&lt;br /&gt;
E é por te amar que tenho motivos para escrever&lt;br /&gt;
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Perdidas entre meus braços, travesseiros e suas páginas&lt;br /&gt;
Chorei sobre os galhos secos&lt;br /&gt;
Enxuguei minhas lágrimas nas letras que lia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Lya me lia versos lindos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/THpKuvizypI/AAAAAAAAAuI/saQIPrPusao/s1600/3257212368_9b8a41924e_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/THpKuvizypI/AAAAAAAAAuI/saQIPrPusao/s200/3257212368_9b8a41924e_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu me perdia em saudades&lt;br /&gt;
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Lya me citava tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;
Eu me perdia em desejos&lt;br /&gt;
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Lya me fechava os olhos&lt;br /&gt;
E eles choravam um Rio&lt;br /&gt;
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Dois Rios se formavam e eu te procurava&lt;br /&gt;
Dois Rios se perdiam em uma história sem endereço&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Um afluente.&lt;br /&gt;
Olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;
Campos ensolarados&lt;br /&gt;
Olhos teus-meus&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Minha lâmina que outrora cortara distâncias&lt;br /&gt;
Agora cortando meu coração&lt;br /&gt;
Lágrimas que banharam um "eu te amo"&lt;br /&gt;
Agora escorrendo pela estação&lt;br /&gt;
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Meu outono virou inverno na nossa despedida&lt;br /&gt;
Meu inverno se estendeu na ausência tua&lt;br /&gt;
Minha cerejeira espera teu toque para reflorescer&lt;br /&gt;
Meu verão está dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;
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[Seu verão sou eu]&lt;br /&gt;
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E eu me revelo no nosso pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;
E me descubro numa madrugada sem horas&lt;br /&gt;
Num relógio sem ponteiros&lt;br /&gt;
Num abraço que é o meu adormecer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tu-meu. Eu-tua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-8857667778239764262?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Teu olhar faz com que eu me perca entre teus sorrisos, pêlos, boca...&lt;br /&gt;
Me perca em ti... Contigo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Os mesmos sorrisos que me derretem,&lt;br /&gt;
Me devoram...&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu, inconsequente... Te deixo me levar.&lt;br /&gt;
Fecho um olho de cada vez,&lt;br /&gt;
Olhos que olham o sol...&lt;br /&gt;
E querem te mirar&lt;br /&gt;
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Olhos que encontraram sentido nos teus verdes,&lt;br /&gt;
Que se tornam insossos a cada despedida&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Minhas mãos que procuram as tuas&lt;br /&gt;
Ao café da manhã,&lt;br /&gt;
Entre minhas curvas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/THOcYXDPwnI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_aB4IEkZCRg/s1600/They__ll_name_a_city_after_us_by_iNeedChemicalX_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knC_7xdbfy4/THOcYXDPwnI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_aB4IEkZCRg/s200/They__ll_name_a_city_after_us_by_iNeedChemicalX_large.png" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No pôr-do-sol que o rio engole&lt;br /&gt;
Pelos corredores sem cor&lt;br /&gt;
Na madrugada sem horas...&lt;br /&gt;
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Em que somos eu e ti...&lt;br /&gt;
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Me reencontro em ti...&lt;br /&gt;
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Pelas palavras recitadas,&lt;br /&gt;
Que ecoam o que os gestos demonstram..&lt;br /&gt;
Me amo em ti...&lt;br /&gt;
Te amo em mim..&lt;br /&gt;
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Me refaço através dos teus passos&lt;br /&gt;
Te sigo... E me descubro.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sonhos perdidos pelos travesseiros&lt;br /&gt;
Sonhos vividos por ti, em ti...&lt;br /&gt;
Tu, sonho meu, sonho real..&lt;br /&gt;
Sonho-real-sonho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489331807150489598-4807049241506954610?l=o-obvio-utopico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Peguei meus pensamentos;&lt;br /&gt;
Me desfiz em carroséis.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lembrei da tua voz;&lt;br /&gt;
Me perdi em vendavais.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fechei os olhos;&lt;br /&gt;
Me vi nos teus verdes campos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Transformei os tempos;&lt;br /&gt;
O futuro virou meu presente.&lt;br /&gt;
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Corro contra cada segundo que me parece eternizar;&lt;br /&gt;
Te busco aqui, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;
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Atropelo qualquer lembrança que ouse se sobrepôr às tuas;&lt;br /&gt;
Meus sonhos, tua morada...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Ultrapasso os sinais que tu me deixou;&lt;br /&gt;
Na esperança de te encontrar antes do indeterminado.&lt;br /&gt;
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