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longavidentesvingançavisívelvitimaviventesvividovoarvoar.voltavoltasvorazvozesvíciozangadaêxtaseínfimoódiosúnicohttp://izil.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)Blogger797125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-8498329386647069924Thu, 06 Aug 2026 22:42:29 +00002026-08-06T19:44:35.225-03:00querer; lágrimas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjokbQ0EQc2o8Vgu8wwim-ahl1SQ_PuJQQFGv_Pn55Bu42clatNOCSj93F72seevjS_6fOkpsKx1dIjc940EgLroWr4mwjjl_OtsTiQoQsju6pDcpu1Q24KCers2vv9VhP5H-B/s1600-h/BenHeys-AlmostHidden-NimbyPolis.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236292118762941362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjokbQ0EQc2o8Vgu8wwim-ahl1SQ_PuJQQFGv_Pn55Bu42clatNOCSj93F72seevjS_6fOkpsKx1dIjc940EgLroWr4mwjjl_OtsTiQoQsju6pDcpu1Q24KCers2vv9VhP5H-B/s320/BenHeys-AlmostHidden-NimbyPolis.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><p>DESCRÉDITO</p><p>Você me desafia,<br />pensa que não<br />tenho coragem.</p><p>Não seja presunçoso.<br />Sou capaz de te achar<br />e te fazer me amar.</p><p>Suas mãos,<br />que ora nada seguram,<br />vão meu corpo percorrer.</p><p>E você vai ter que lutar,<br />já que me desafiou.</p><p>Você vai me querer<br />muito mais<br />do que quer acreditar.</p><p>Vai lágrimas derramar<br />por um dia<br />ter me desacreditado.</p><p>E nesse dia, então,<br />pagará o preço<br />por em mim não acreditar.</p><p>.<br />Artesãdaspalavras | izilgallu</p>postado originalmente em 22/08/2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2008/08/descrdito.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-7234113554844027880Thu, 06 Aug 2026 16:59:40 +00002026-08-06T14:00:11.799-03:00fugaloucura<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5fQ4eo4rpomoi3N8-NDtC1jXi4PxTasxNb-OfMqVxuKlFRjVXNiERyqYoXuBExK2OPvls_PNcUwLU1sS9HduJFjKDLZ1udzs2KrjuT_ps-a_Xcl0PQ3srGGa-mm4b6fzZHTN/s1600-h/26238.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238907374346884402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5fQ4eo4rpomoi3N8-NDtC1jXi4PxTasxNb-OfMqVxuKlFRjVXNiERyqYoXuBExK2OPvls_PNcUwLU1sS9HduJFjKDLZ1udzs2KrjuT_ps-a_Xcl0PQ3srGGa-mm4b6fzZHTN/s320/26238.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /></a><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Loucura,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">a um passo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">da sanidade.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Loucura,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">limite da</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">tolerância humana.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Loucura,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">refúgio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">dos oprimidos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mundos paralelos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vidas distantes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mundo de trevas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">onde talvez</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">não haja dor física,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">somente a dor</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">da opressão,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">da incompreensão,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">da discriminação.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Loucura ou fuga.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Solidão imposta</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">pela sanidade.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Loucura,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">liberdade real.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Artesãdaspalavras</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>izilgallu</i></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>publicada originalmente</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>26.08.2008</i></span></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2008/08/loucura-ou-fuga.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-8604577546860352572Thu, 06 Aug 2026 00:38:59 +00002026-08-05T21:38:59.512-03:00esperançailusão<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2eYwsgzQqptLZuplcj9y6A_TPn18RhhdvdyktJXZqEIX-ZqDlQ7KZS5saXHK9d6yZJgVJqafzbJRWp-k2f5LWHYhfipkUrjAcGuhVHyHv_nqKzLjEWQCA63VXIhAHW2s5J25b/s1600-h/Msg_Longa_Colada_d851.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239634165117645122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2eYwsgzQqptLZuplcj9y6A_TPn18RhhdvdyktJXZqEIX-ZqDlQ7KZS5saXHK9d6yZJgVJqafzbJRWp-k2f5LWHYhfipkUrjAcGuhVHyHv_nqKzLjEWQCA63VXIhAHW2s5J25b/s320/Msg_Longa_Colada_d851.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /></a><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Terá a tristeza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">uma cor?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Será somente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">um estado d'alma?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cinza...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">parece-me adequada</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">para exprimir</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">toda a dor d'alma.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A tristeza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">faz gemer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">o coração,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">transforma</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">o silêncio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">em tormento,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">a ilusão</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">em um sofrer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">sem tamanho.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amarga</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">o viver,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">apaga</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">a esperança.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">E tudo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">aos poucos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">vai perdendo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">a cor.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Artesãdaspalavras</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">izilgallu</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">original de 28.08.2008</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2008/08/ter-tristeza-uma-cor-ser-somente-um.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-8777321654670857366Tue, 04 Aug 2026 21:08:22 +00002026-08-04T18:08:22.854-03:00pensamentosreais<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKABYBIuudAPQpNFBFguyFMHKu_hinNb02QqaciCPu7Rts9RDKLiANR1Ld6sN520pugg3xW6g0k_boC3G8YT9Jd76sRZJaAWxXIJYxUkKidB7ANaq696W7lJlPVsC35W0ilQ9r/s1600-h/Aura.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258912428935351762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKABYBIuudAPQpNFBFguyFMHKu_hinNb02QqaciCPu7Rts9RDKLiANR1Ld6sN520pugg3xW6g0k_boC3G8YT9Jd76sRZJaAWxXIJYxUkKidB7ANaq696W7lJlPVsC35W0ilQ9r/s320/Aura.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /></a><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nada em nós</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">é inteiramente real.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">O passado,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">o futuro,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">talvez tudo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">seja projeção.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Você,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">eu,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">somos apenas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">pensamentos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">de alguém,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">em algum lugar,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">em outro tempo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Estamos aqui</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">para concretizar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">aquilo que</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">outro imaginou.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nada é nosso.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Somos sonhos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">alegrias,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">tristezas,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">esboços</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">bem ou mal</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">acabados</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">nas mãos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">de quem</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">nos idealizou.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Artesãdaspalavras</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">izilgallu</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">postado originalmete</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">em 19.10,2008</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-somos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-8007199904364892623Tue, 04 Aug 2026 20:21:14 +00002026-08-04T17:21:14.123-03:00mente ; coração<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2tAx9GC4OCL0wiWqlOwI22EX11KCKRVgVnFgV2LyBxLz5oKYfsskziH33X9Ly1T6LGs38ufRV4GE9EeJ2ZSKP5Yo_djfiS6PEdHMeR_dBel8kY2zVvt2RfzW8wNvGx8-0Rje/s1600-h/olhaqqq.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261606375595116658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2tAx9GC4OCL0wiWqlOwI22EX11KCKRVgVnFgV2LyBxLz5oKYfsskziH33X9Ly1T6LGs38ufRV4GE9EeJ2ZSKP5Yo_djfiS6PEdHMeR_dBel8kY2zVvt2RfzW8wNvGx8-0Rje/s320/olhaqqq.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Os olhos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">nem sempre querem</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">ver a realidade.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Às vezes,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">ela dói.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Então o coração</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">interfere.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Desvia o olhar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">daquilo que</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">não quer aceitar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suaviza as dores,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">disfarça as verdades,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">faz parecer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">que tudo está bem.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Que aquilo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">que machuca</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">pertence</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">a outras vidas,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">nunca à nossa.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">E assim,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">o coração</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">engana os olhos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">os olhos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">enganam a mente,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">e a mente,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">mente.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Artesãdaspalavras</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">izilgallu</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2008/10/engano-da-mente.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-4674634153486002968Mon, 03 Aug 2026 22:51:52 +00002026-08-03T19:51:52.909-03:00esperançamãospaixãopeito<p>&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4PzIsXNeBRYzRn8p5lrjy3L1hddYQgxcr9D59UomHXhziDbt15kuRVag39QdY0ov8DloNxmPaWnsU3YvjE51OdpDonLci8Rzw1qAifiPB1ch_HpncobBdlSy_zQhp-8qUdNuaQcxT96UQIV5Pb0NAD5V55cFopP6aWLGed2XvKuJaXew_Kojdow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="320" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4PzIsXNeBRYzRn8p5lrjy3L1hddYQgxcr9D59UomHXhziDbt15kuRVag39QdY0ov8DloNxmPaWnsU3YvjE51OdpDonLci8Rzw1qAifiPB1ch_HpncobBdlSy_zQhp-8qUdNuaQcxT96UQIV5Pb0NAD5V55cFopP6aWLGed2XvKuJaXew_Kojdow" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Sou completamente<br />desordenada.<br />Não consigo arrumar<br />minha desordem.<br />Mas não é<br />uma desordem qualquer.<br />Ela tem até<br />uma certa ordem.<br />“Desordem agrupada”<br />é a melhor maneira<br />de descrevê-la.<br />Coisas aqui,<br />ali,<br />acolá,<br />mas pertencentes<br />ao mesmo grupo.<br />Em algum lugar<br />estão agrupados<br />os sentimentos.<br />Amores,<br />em uma gaveta,<br />mas não sei em qual.<br />O egoísmo,<br />jogado num canto.<br />A fúria,<br />trancada no cofre.<br />A inveja<br />já não tenho mais.<br />Joguei toda fora.<br />Desejos<br />ainda tenho,<br />mas estão adormecidos.<br />A alegria<br />parece que perdi<br />em algum lugar<br />difícil de achar.<br />O rancor<br />está sempre perto,<br />mas é descartável:<br />não dura<br />mais que um minuto.<br />O choro<br />está aqui,<br />no peito.<br />Sinto falta mesmo<br />é da paixão.<br />Não a encontro<br />em nenhuma gaveta,<br />armário,<br />porão,<br />nem pelas ruas<br />tenho visto<br />a paixão passar.<br />A esperança,<br />essa sim,<br />sei onde está.<br />Está bem<br />ao alcance<br />de minhas mãos.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><i>artesãdaspalavras</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>izilgallu~</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />postado originalmente em</div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;13 de novembro de 2008</div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2026/08/desordenada.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-8058330924392876494Wed, 29 Jul 2026 00:35:00 +00002026-07-28T21:35:00.116-03:00almadebaixoporta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzIKdebtQWnrhYpsaNSNw5IdCT9DhAeUuAJiEqVJIMA7i4cyk4BZiWAKusQtue3W9ipyyCDrxKqjNyyhgyyex13Ia6HPfNp0NehD0OznhfRNzgYSKNpKMgbKkWHyeDovJ7fNcgUE8MzPwmAnA4r2ueUrRraqtRQIZX1hgWfyV-y_lt4K6ZpWfejg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1448" data-original-width="1086" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzIKdebtQWnrhYpsaNSNw5IdCT9DhAeUuAJiEqVJIMA7i4cyk4BZiWAKusQtue3W9ipyyCDrxKqjNyyhgyyex13Ia6HPfNp0NehD0OznhfRNzgYSKNpKMgbKkWHyeDovJ7fNcgUE8MzPwmAnA4r2ueUrRraqtRQIZX1hgWfyV-y_lt4K6ZpWfejg=w362-h257" width="362" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Vou olhar por</div><div>debaixo da tua porta.</div><div><br /></div><div>Te descobrir.</div><div>Saber de teus pecados.</div><div>Te espreitar.</div><div>Saber tuas andanças.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vou abrir tua porta.</div><div>Não me basta mais</div><div>olhar por debaixo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quero ir além</div><div>Nos teus olhos</div><div>poder penetrar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Teu coração conquistar.</div><div>Tua alma cortejar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vou ir além</div><div>do teu olhar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quero que me vejas</div><div>e me compreendas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Que saibas de mim,</div><div>dos meus desejos.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quero</div><div>o teu olhar</div><div>por debaixo</div><div>da porta.</div><div><br /></div><div>.</div><div><br /></div><div>artesãdaspalavras</div><div>izilgallu</div></div><p style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i>original de2007</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2007/03/debaixo-da-porta.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-2955001977696129913Mon, 27 Jul 2026 20:01:00 +00002026-07-27T17:01:00.110-03:00gélidapaixão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHEWiabbYmv7x7XkqaU0VeRg23cjqa3YXN4HxHFpgcAsAscJJsPuqiSDLnLbvacYB8ROOHVNmpqF7CYxFKgH-2NJNy5BAaS-bcvXMe8SkwmzhfU3UfCU2KU7cHW-kfN38tpLB4bHY8cU0MziJFnHT4QakRRcVvXi14ZdqSlwcxeQSx4GJ8YB9LEw" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="1023" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHEWiabbYmv7x7XkqaU0VeRg23cjqa3YXN4HxHFpgcAsAscJJsPuqiSDLnLbvacYB8ROOHVNmpqF7CYxFKgH-2NJNy5BAaS-bcvXMe8SkwmzhfU3UfCU2KU7cHW-kfN38tpLB4bHY8cU0MziJFnHT4QakRRcVvXi14ZdqSlwcxeQSx4GJ8YB9LEw=w316-h277" width="316" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">Primeiro,<br />veio a surpresa<br />do adeus,<br />que trouxe consigo<br />a dor.<br />A dor...<br />aquela coisa<br />insuportável,<br />como se alguém<br />arrancasse<br />meu coração<br />com as mãos.<br />E a dor<br />era tanta<br />que as lágrimas<br />se recusaram<br />a cair.<br />Tornaram-se<br />pedras.<br />Esfriaram.<br />E, com o frio,<br />me tornaram<br />metálica,<br />gélida,<br />oca,<br />incapaz<br />de sentir,<br />novamente,<br />uma nova paixão.<br />.<br /><i>artesãdaspalavras<br />izilgallu</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i>postada originalmente</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i>em 15.01.2009</i></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2009/01/surpresa.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-8429914589582568569Sun, 26 Jul 2026 22:02:00 +00002026-07-26T19:02:00.115-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfimkIBo4oaVywWn9Gb0qEB0vVXnav2K3whEedxW8X08UysDE_8E2o44gDyKlMQHufYfldkmgxW9ZRhEHoQ4vqTYCYfYfiRIgw8c6DYkmYcdChDacVJquWtqRMHjlbyaCCxfQXnbRBuuhp-Gd_WCicE2HPWKKlSGbtCUwbQpsRaNWKn3Wmhpru3A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1024" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfimkIBo4oaVywWn9Gb0qEB0vVXnav2K3whEedxW8X08UysDE_8E2o44gDyKlMQHufYfldkmgxW9ZRhEHoQ4vqTYCYfYfiRIgw8c6DYkmYcdChDacVJquWtqRMHjlbyaCCxfQXnbRBuuhp-Gd_WCicE2HPWKKlSGbtCUwbQpsRaNWKn3Wmhpru3A=w293-h280" width="293" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">No teu corpo me deito</div><div style="text-align: right;">e brinco com teu desejo.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">No teu corpo me vejo,</div><div style="text-align: right;">novamente revivendo.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">Milhões de luzes brilham</div><div style="text-align: right;">e refletem no teu peito.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">São as estrelas lá do céu</div><div style="text-align: right;">que vieram te iluminar,</div><div style="text-align: right;">para eu poder acreditar</div><div style="text-align: right;">que tudo é real,</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">que não és</div><div style="text-align: right;">um conto</div><div style="text-align: right;">ou uma novela.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">No teu corpo eu me enrosco,</div><div style="text-align: right;">suavemente me aqueço.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">Eu, que pensei</div><div style="text-align: right;">que paixão</div><div style="text-align: right;">era coisa de cinema.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">Agora me vejo aqui,</div><div style="text-align: right;">sem me envergonhar.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">Agora me vejo aqui,</div><div style="text-align: right;">fazendo amor</div><div style="text-align: right;">como nas novelas.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">Muitas vezes pensei</div><div style="text-align: right;">em um amor</div><div style="text-align: right;">assim, tão ardente.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">Mas achava</div><div style="text-align: right;">que era tudo</div><div style="text-align: right;">um conto,</div><div style="text-align: right;">um romance,</div><div style="text-align: right;">coisas de teatro,</div><div style="text-align: right;">coisas de novela.</div><div style="text-align: right;">.</div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><i>artesãdaspalavras</i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i>izilgallu</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><i>postada originalmente</i></div><i><div style="text-align: right;"><i>em 07.03.2009</i></div></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2026/07/coisas-de-novela.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-7097460103772981275Sat, 25 Jul 2026 22:58:46 +00002026-07-25T19:58:46.429-03:00elefrasesnascerpapel<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoXA05qMFScTAAj3MzWAhI8wAk7O70PdJv5ACpzX1bqv6edHUTsH6m9ytbp5PCxPpJlKN6VUg878Q_UlcG-iYf1SInwHhEVB6Ermo9jq4sbm_4_m3gae9eAVA-sjQU6e8X1lQulP3-0dBywBcMdxOgXBvPL6c5pie2oQfkoWc8njGGjatfxjoQfw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="1023" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoXA05qMFScTAAj3MzWAhI8wAk7O70PdJv5ACpzX1bqv6edHUTsH6m9ytbp5PCxPpJlKN6VUg878Q_UlcG-iYf1SInwHhEVB6Ermo9jq4sbm_4_m3gae9eAVA-sjQU6e8X1lQulP3-0dBywBcMdxOgXBvPL6c5pie2oQfkoWc8njGGjatfxjoQfw=w291-h270" width="291" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">Quando se pensa<br />que nada mais<br />pode ser escrito,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">que não há mais<br />sentimentos secretos<br />a serem dissecados,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">vem um poeta louco<br />e começa<br />uma nova história.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Usando velhas palavras,<br />faz versos novos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Com as palavras<br />de sempre,<br />cria uma frase<br />mágica.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Para um poeta<br />não há limites,<br />nem censuras.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ele pode descrever<br />sentimentos<br />de forma vil,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">de forma suave,<br />romanticamente<br />ou<br />escandalosamente.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nada teme<br />o poeta,<br />nem vírgulas,<br />nem pontos finais.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ele é<br />a própria palavra<br />que ganha forma<br />no papel,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">faz nascer<br />novas frases,<br />novas poesias.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>artesãdaspalavras<br /></i><i>izilgallu<br /></i>postado originalmente<br />em 12.02.2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2026/07/poeta-louco.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-2268324313344546666Sat, 25 Jul 2026 21:23:00 +00002026-07-25T18:23:00.111-03:00amizadeesperançasvocê<p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYnQY9t-XTiO8YuBw7QiDeoSDzDUVxSvH8Tempx6HAYApgXhM-IDO-DNGhzR4S-9unHfbz5Fhk_uU6G_8jWl9LNHOaCzpepLXqW4CldV1Jb6eubgaCRAHFEdVBIZEwBZn5odAw8njNBUWNm3sgT4gGn-NGc2x-ZTYiz04x_Uw1dhS5-_1A9gix_A" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1402" data-original-width="1122" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYnQY9t-XTiO8YuBw7QiDeoSDzDUVxSvH8Tempx6HAYApgXhM-IDO-DNGhzR4S-9unHfbz5Fhk_uU6G_8jWl9LNHOaCzpepLXqW4CldV1Jb6eubgaCRAHFEdVBIZEwBZn5odAw8njNBUWNm3sgT4gGn-NGc2x-ZTYiz04x_Uw1dhS5-_1A9gix_A=w281-h301" width="281" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">O fim enfim chegou<br />tudo tem mesmo um fim<br />então coloquei um fim em mim</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />chega de ilusões<br />chega de crenças<br />chega de mentiras<br />chega de verdades<br />chega de amores<br />chega de amizades<br />chega de esperanças<br />chega de você<br />chega de mim<br />chega de chorar<br />chega de sorrir<br />chega até mesmo de querer viver<br />chega de querer morrer<br />chega e basta<br />é a mesma coisa</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />basta de tudo<br />chega de nada<br />.<br /><i>artesãdaspalavras<br />izilgallu</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">postada originalmente&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">em 16.03.2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2026/07/enfim-o-fim.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-4129856450332198078Sat, 25 Jul 2026 00:11:35 +00002026-07-24T21:11:35.848-03:00doresfortesincognitamulheres<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsFv5oZt2wBmpvvXMAOM3eVVC0nqO0PDc9SEUGSDuhjedq8eTFva7_5fcYBnuW3NIFa3TpCTOG544k6-q6LhkvHcNs2eDdk-VfmC6bUHwJh51VEg6jgf81LIIuDYGM9nk4lx0CVU_j32hoEpbttS8aecrjkgWvupO-6r0jr785EMSf8tIbCNb1aA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1024" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsFv5oZt2wBmpvvXMAOM3eVVC0nqO0PDc9SEUGSDuhjedq8eTFva7_5fcYBnuW3NIFa3TpCTOG544k6-q6LhkvHcNs2eDdk-VfmC6bUHwJh51VEg6jgf81LIIuDYGM9nk4lx0CVU_j32hoEpbttS8aecrjkgWvupO-6r0jr785EMSf8tIbCNb1aA=w259-h273" width="259" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Gostamos,</p><p>causamos.</p><p>Somos assim...</p><p>uma incógnita.</p><p>Surgimos de repente</p><p>e surpreendemos.</p><p>Somos mulheres.</p><p>Nossos pensamentos</p><p>ninguém decifra.</p><p>São só nossos.</p><p>Somos fortes.</p><p>Arrancamos as dores</p><p>do mundo</p><p>com as mãos.</p><p>Somos frágeis.</p><p>Gostamos de ser</p><p>acariciadas</p><p>por mãos suaves,</p><p>abraçadas</p><p>por braços fortes,</p><p>amadas</p><p>por um coração corajoso.</p><p>Somos exageradamente sensíveis</p><p>e demasiadamente valentes,</p><p>quando precisamos defender</p><p>o que amamos.</p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i>artesãdaspalavras<br />izilgallu</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">postada originalmete<br />28.02.2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2026/07/surpresas.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-5563778666608119992Fri, 24 Jul 2026 21:01:03 +00002026-07-24T18:02:08.474-03:00memóriarealsonhosvida<p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOkjMy6Hu-IsmpCWBimXa0173YmeeseEb1yMaKxZosA2-SVfJsqL8_uUgRyu6McTWicE-8-xrFr4fo-TYUJRCoNL1mV3bu-Db39G5D3AgsWP121yabgq4Kho-bpMQPWa4B5Ab0yDUCH2Owuqkxdn2WMeyQvYzpkhadHFUjvrEhmBEtDW7o-bDKxw" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="1023" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOkjMy6Hu-IsmpCWBimXa0173YmeeseEb1yMaKxZosA2-SVfJsqL8_uUgRyu6McTWicE-8-xrFr4fo-TYUJRCoNL1mV3bu-Db39G5D3AgsWP121yabgq4Kho-bpMQPWa4B5Ab0yDUCH2Owuqkxdn2WMeyQvYzpkhadHFUjvrEhmBEtDW7o-bDKxw=w263-h273" width="263" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Hoje abri<br />meu livro de memórias.<br />Reli tantos sonhos,<br />tantos quereres.<br />Há tantas coisas<br />esquecidas,<br />tantas ideias<br />adormecidas.<br />Como pude deixar de lado<br />tantas coisas<br />importantes,<br />tantos caminhos<br />a percorrer?<br />Ao reler,<br />penso que fui outra<br />quem escreveu.<br />Em nada mais<br />me pareço<br />com a personagem<br />do meu livro de memórias.<br />Aquela que escreveu<br />desapareceu.<br />Ou talvez<br />tenha crescido<br />e perdido a memória.<br />Deixou de lado<br />sonhos importantes<br />para viver<br />a vida real,<br />dura,<br />fria.<br />A outra...<br />eu penso que morreu.<br />.<br /><i>artesãdaspalavras<br />izilgallu</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>pulicada pela primeira vez</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>17.03.2009</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2026/07/tempo-cruel.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-6155570511928254037Thu, 23 Jul 2026 14:09:54 +00002026-07-23T11:09:54.416-03:00terrazangada<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4FTUpUORzDF5N5t0UsEg2hSg_aSCvFc050K0NMoJy2OlS2-amAy1hdKjh-17IO9CMYHI-w3eBtq1idwfZcahQFNKRIF9Cztzqb5aZHvGUwvX5kSKQ26cxGGXnpBo5evjAlxCIw/s1600-h/1768247+tiago+canhoto2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342905004765865378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4FTUpUORzDF5N5t0UsEg2hSg_aSCvFc050K0NMoJy2OlS2-amAy1hdKjh-17IO9CMYHI-w3eBtq1idwfZcahQFNKRIF9Cztzqb5aZHvGUwvX5kSKQ26cxGGXnpBo5evjAlxCIw/s320/1768247+tiago+canhoto2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 297px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px;" /></a><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Somos mais água que matéria,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">mas me sinto tão densa,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">tão pesada.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Não tenho mais lágrimas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Deveria ser mais leve,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">mas tenho me arrastado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">pelo universo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Queria ser mais fluida,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">mais suave, mas...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viver sobre a Terra</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">me tornou dura,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">ressequida,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">ressentida,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">zangada.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tenho que voltar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">a ser leve</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">e, como pluma,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">flutuar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">até encontrar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">o seu corpo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">e nele pousar.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>izilgallu</i></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>artesãdaspalavras</i></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">foto Tiago Canhoto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">postada originalmente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;">em 02.06.2009</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2009/06/solidez.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-3167548150613384004Wed, 22 Jul 2026 18:23:00 +00002026-07-22T15:23:00.133-03:00escuridãofreiomedo<p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUvwGsq3CM7Lk0nurJaO0-xDV4mUIeMSCbBgS4Ps5YnW6QqIVmyQHHejKPQcSKI8rWgs8fwwMOaMp5cUugyzcFhMjXftRvwSwUreVf-iWgDSWrzBNLvYMl4N4hnu5XkZh2YNuJc7WnET18bO9fktd8ezUrjtAsmOhE0kZog3372GEw_eYNPwN6uw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1448" data-original-width="1086" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUvwGsq3CM7Lk0nurJaO0-xDV4mUIeMSCbBgS4Ps5YnW6QqIVmyQHHejKPQcSKI8rWgs8fwwMOaMp5cUugyzcFhMjXftRvwSwUreVf-iWgDSWrzBNLvYMl4N4hnu5XkZh2YNuJc7WnET18bO9fktd8ezUrjtAsmOhE0kZog3372GEw_eYNPwN6uw=w327-h311" width="327" /></a></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Subi à tona.<br />Voltei depois de<br />longa temporada<br />mergulhada na escuridão.<br />Estava em meio às trevas,<br />andando por porões,<br />esgotos,<br />rastejando<br />e lamentando minha dor.<br />Comunguei com devassos,<br />com nobres,<br />com pobres.<br />Somos todos iguais<br />quando vivemos na escuridão.<br />Ficamos<br />sem medo,<br />sem sorte,<br />sem freio.<br />É assim a vida<br />nos labirintos<br />do inferno que é a nossa mente,<br />quando nos transporta<br />para dentro da escuridão.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u>.</u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u>artesãdaspalavras</u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u>izilgallu</u></div><p style="text-align: center;">postado primeiro</p><p style="text-align: center;">em 02.09.2009</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = 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320px; width: 306px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><p>Paixão tão ardente, tão etérea.<br />Por quê?<br />Tens que vir como um vulcão<br />e, como fumaça, desaparecer?<br />Alguém me explica a razão<br />de insistirmos em nos apaixonar<br />para depois sofrermos?<br />Por que a paixão é assim,<br />tão enganosa, tão fútil?<br />Não sei.<br />Ninguém consegue<br />me explicar as razões<br />para tão ligeira emoção.<br />Porque não existe razão<br />na paixão.<br />.<br />artesãdaspalavras<br />izilgallu</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> 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text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A madrugada veste</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">o morto profano.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Espalha suas teias,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">prendendo os incautos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Na escuridão dos estreitos,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">espreitam-se aqueles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">que possuem veneno.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tudo dilaceram</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">com sua fome de pecado.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">São profanos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">São obscuros.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Crimes e batalhas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">são travados</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">nas sombras.</div><div class="separator" 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mso-para-margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Ando catando as<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">migalhas do teu amor<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">como uma criança cata<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">conchinhas na praia<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Não sei,<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">mas acho que não vale mais à pena<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Cada passo que dou<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">parece-me que para trás andei<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">e mais longe de ti fiquei<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Por mais que eu me esforce<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">não consigo meu amor<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">por ti demonstrar.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Você no se importa mesmo<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">com meus sentimentos,<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">com meus sonhos<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Passou mesmo o<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">tempo de sonhar<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Agora só resta esperar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: 100%;">artesãdaspalavras<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">izilgallu</span></i></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempo-de-sonhar.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-4582507770983701319Tue, 21 Jul 2026 19:36:12 +00002026-07-21T16:36:12.972-03:00coraçãoexplicação<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcN2cHzY1WfRrAFktU08pKXkLQ_NRiINm5mQ-5EIpTSKWC1WL1vRTDJ0LPnLuVj1lTM12BuEJeRaBKQ_p4qxyt5JN2CywUX9FwOLyZMV6cG6Pof5qEjdExVp3iXUZfREQgsjJkA/s1600-h/1675181.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368054036675810498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcN2cHzY1WfRrAFktU08pKXkLQ_NRiINm5mQ-5EIpTSKWC1WL1vRTDJ0LPnLuVj1lTM12BuEJeRaBKQ_p4qxyt5JN2CywUX9FwOLyZMV6cG6Pof5qEjdExVp3iXUZfREQgsjJkA/s320/1675181.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 234px; width: 320px;" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Amo você,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">não importa a distância.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Quero você,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">não importa o quanto me ignora.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Quero você,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ainda que não se lembre de mim.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Quero você,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">mesmo quando não me entende.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Você</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">tão longe está de mim.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Não sabe como estou</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ou como sofro.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">O que importa</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">é você existir.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mesmo sabendo</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">que jamais será meu,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">que jamais verei seus olhos,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">que jamais beijarei sua boca.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Entenda...</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">que o amor</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">não tem explicação.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">O coração</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">não entende de razão.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A vida é complexa,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">mas é bela.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Entenda...</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">amo você,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">e nada mais.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">É simplesmente assim.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">artesãdaspalavras</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">izilgallu</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><b>poesia criada e postada</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><b>originalmente em 09.08.2009</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-importa.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-4771707532139436615Tue, 21 Jul 2026 16:50:21 +00002026-07-21T13:50:21.415-03:00noitepesadelo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJNBe78k1CBiaUg4qFHIW0xptpYG7IFVLsULosafU113HQ5vjq6KIHPbgMRF2oGHGXaf304BNBsfZZSRo6DmVIdVRWAYdctO2M1LS54rDryfEYjwuVjc8mxgneQBBwO-YIbwhOA/s1600-h/0160.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384401524848109522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJNBe78k1CBiaUg4qFHIW0xptpYG7IFVLsULosafU113HQ5vjq6KIHPbgMRF2oGHGXaf304BNBsfZZSRo6DmVIdVRWAYdctO2M1LS54rDryfEYjwuVjc8mxgneQBBwO-YIbwhOA/s320/0160.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 287px;" /></a><div><p>Adormeço, enfim,</p><p>sem ninguém para aconchegar,</p><p>sem ninguém com quem sonhar,</p><p>sem alguém com quem acordar.</p><p>Acordo, enfim.</p><p>O pesadelo da noite acabou.</p><p>Começou o dia.</p><p>Tento não pensar</p><p>que a noite vai chegar</p><p>e, novamente,</p><p>só estarei.</p><p>.</p><p><i>artesãdaspalavras</i></p><p><i>izilgallu</i></p><p><i>postado originalmente&nbsp;</i></p><p><i>22.09.2009</i></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2009/09/sonhos-e-pesadelos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-477002530266300993Tue, 21 Jul 2026 15:06:58 +00002026-07-21T12:06:58.067-03:00coraçãopenarsuave<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw20a7EjKVkqm96b2ngiybNCTxc_dTcmNwMfI7LQ_t8Ssuo-FinUv6JXoj3Ppm1dQtQl1mhGEi6Yr6VstCKofIYp7ws45zmKs7PoRJy8gQPHLCVnRqLTJbu9axS7Qkg_uJwRAryg/s1600-h/a_single_white_feather_closeup_http_birdsoftheair_blogspot_com.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388431680623534082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw20a7EjKVkqm96b2ngiybNCTxc_dTcmNwMfI7LQ_t8Ssuo-FinUv6JXoj3Ppm1dQtQl1mhGEi6Yr6VstCKofIYp7ws45zmKs7PoRJy8gQPHLCVnRqLTJbu9axS7Qkg_uJwRAryg/s320/a_single_white_feather_closeup_http_birdsoftheair_blogspot_com.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a><p><strong>A PENA</strong></p><p>Incrivelmente leve,</p><p>como uma pena,</p><p>flutuando no ar,</p><p>na brisa do mar.</p><p>Voando para longe,</p><p>levada pelo vento.</p><p>Parando, às vezes,</p><p>enroscando em algo.</p><p>O vento é forte</p><p>e continua a levar</p><p>a pena suave</p><p>que se tornou</p><p>meu coração.</p><p>.</p><p>artesãdaspalavras</p><p>izilgallu</p>PRIMEIRA PUBLICAÇÃO&nbsp;</div><div align="center">3.10.2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2009/10/pena.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-7461832303826410625Mon, 20 Jul 2026 17:49:33 +00002026-07-20T14:52:11.206-03:00seresterra<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzaIDr_B5rC4XjViiHb-glisU4LpEceD44COIWYnqMtYiKwAGYbRlkklc-K5Gc2p2WXUoLzclGtzr2omHBB04je4Q3VwegEjxMnbQFNWoO8YBi_2f4MwMVxUtJlLhzspOfgZabA/s1600-h/Ana+Rita+Rodrigues1013144.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415606806637148994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzaIDr_B5rC4XjViiHb-glisU4LpEceD44COIWYnqMtYiKwAGYbRlkklc-K5Gc2p2WXUoLzclGtzr2omHBB04je4Q3VwegEjxMnbQFNWoO8YBi_2f4MwMVxUtJlLhzspOfgZabA/s320/Ana+Rita+Rodrigues1013144.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 212px; width: 320px;" /></a><div><div><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Não se surpreenda</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>quando ouvir</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>meus gritos.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Não fique triste</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>se eu estiver</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>em silêncio.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>É somente um estágio</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>de minha estadia</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>na Terra.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Passo por muitos momentos,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>como todos os seres.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Às vezes,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>é muito difícil</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>viver esses momentos.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Descrevê-los,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>então,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>é impossível.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Sou só um ser complexo</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>que tenta,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>por todos os meios,</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>andar</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>neste emaranhado</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>da vida.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>artesãdaspalavras</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>izilgallu</i></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em>Foto: Ana Rita Rodrig<span style="color: #3366ff;">ues</span></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span style="color: #3366ff;">postado originalmente em 15.12.2009</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg"; google_cpa_choice = "CAAQv52dzgEaCLdKu5BNB3btKPXL93M"; google_ad_channel = ""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>http://izil.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-se-surpreenda.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (izilgallu)11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530122.post-5183493445553415099Sun, 19 Jul 2026 22:17:00 +00002026-07-19T19:17:00.198-03:00gêmeossignovida<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8vsAVV2KnTci7PMV4MyF8XzNZ2SWqWepkMDXRlgJGCE-z81L9rUOqVyp8r_h9FqQXqGooTnzsFwba9sCbMqsv1XZlk91FQO6t2WYAC0fHx8yaHIst63GmwPBX-jqPoMlPL5Fvsg9aUbhmDStBGJYhqD4BePQDel0usQ_Ur0YtwepgRBf3jXdH5g" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1537" data-original-width="1023" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8vsAVV2KnTci7PMV4MyF8XzNZ2SWqWepkMDXRlgJGCE-z81L9rUOqVyp8r_h9FqQXqGooTnzsFwba9sCbMqsv1XZlk91FQO6t2WYAC0fHx8yaHIst63GmwPBX-jqPoMlPL5Fvsg9aUbhmDStBGJYhqD4BePQDel0usQ_Ur0YtwepgRBf3jXdH5g=w318-h346" width="318" /></a></div><p></p><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Eram sempre duas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">em minha mente.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">E eu nunca compreendia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">o porquê.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Uma interna,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">querendo tudo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">podendo tudo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">sem pudores,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">sem medos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Uma interna ardente,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">inquiridora,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">desafiadora,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">apaixonada,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">louca,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">desvairada.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">E outra,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">a externa.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ah! Esta outra...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Uma maldita outra.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sufocante,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">controladora,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">calada,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">cheia de pudores.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Enfim,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">a dominante.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A vencedora.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Então a descoberta:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Era do signo de Gêmeos."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Era esta a dualidade</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">determinando a vida.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Era a mais fraca vencendo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">a mais forte.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>artesãdaspalavras</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>izilgallu</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>6-12-06</i></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3417470668746526"; 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