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Por favor, acessem o blog Cidade Solitária: http://www.cidadesolitaria.com Aqueles que chegarem até aqui, venham até o novo endereço.

Bons Ventos!

José...&lt;br/&gt;
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quando o buscamos no passado.
O presente à nossa volta entorpece-nos,
turva-nos os pensamentos.
É preciso pressa; agora.
Mais tarde,
quando tudo se tornar memória,
somos ainda...&lt;br/&gt;
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E dispara feito flexa no alvo da noite.

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Há tanto guardada na arca da memória
Não foi bastante aquele dilúvio
Pois, de par e par, todos os meus instintos
Fechados comigo sofrendo a tempestade
Debateram-se...&lt;br/&gt;
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Desses que ficam gritando encarcerados
Não cedo as chaves nem descanso os olhos
Que vigiam atentos qualquer tentativa de fuga

Tenho um nó apertado na...&lt;br/&gt;
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Pois que nem o sol nem a lua estão imóveis no céu
Só assim passam-se as horas
E podemos ver a linha do horizonte
Percebemos o abrir e fechar do...&lt;br/&gt;
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Nada pode ser tão permanente que dure
Intacto, por mais de um minuto, silente
Penso dos objetos, corpos, adjetivos, estruturas

Idéias permanecem, creio que sigam...&lt;br/&gt;
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