tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84792197369702061282011-10-26T22:45:43.308-02:00Dialogando com...Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-27463798023845567572011-10-18T19:48:00.001-02:002011-10-18T19:48:32.490-02:002011-10-18T19:48:32.490-02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">estou aqui agora: <a href="http://aorfa.blogspot.com/">http://aorfa.blogspot.com/</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-2746379802384556757?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/Vzts4-S8YSA" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mudanca.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-26793719510497365862009-11-28T23:02:00.005-02:002009-11-28T23:10:53.939-02:002009-11-28T23:10:53.939-02:00<img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg358/pergher/lis2.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"O ser é o que exige de nós criação para que dele tenhamos experiência", </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Merleau-Ponty</span></span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">se Kandinsky</span><br /><br />direções e pesos negros<br />ou amarelas manchas rosadas.<br /><br />equilíbrio é simetria e a-<br />simetria dos caminhos<br />em nexo é singular.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">II</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">se Pollock</span><br /><br />fragmentos em impulsos,<br />de tempos sentidos,<br />incontém as telas<br />ou as posições,<br />do devir em dias,<br /><br />mas sim o ser nascente:<br />encontro-matizes.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-2679371951049736586?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/fWrWNiMXsZ4" height="1" width="1"/>Lisnoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/11/experiencias.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-49903980256245720802009-11-02T22:54:00.003-02:002009-11-02T23:00:14.038-02:002009-11-02T23:00:14.038-02:00<img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg358/pergher/fotopoema9.jpg" /><br /><br />completo da noite<br />giro dos repletos sem voz-<br />ausência.<br /><br />ordem das cores possíveis<br />esperam um viez à trama<br /><br />eterna.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Foto por <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/memetic/3851729553/in/photostream/">memetic</a>)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-4990398025624572080?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/zt3C79dkaCM" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/11/fotopoema-x.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-19631946906041740492009-11-02T22:51:00.002-02:002009-11-02T22:57:34.830-02:002009-11-02T22:57:34.830-02:00<img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg358/pergher/fotopoema10.jpg" /><br /><br />espero em bela<br />segurar as azuis<br />sutis trapo-<br />lábios perda.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Foto por <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tommyoshima/66537725/in/set-72157594568455334/">TommyOshima</a>)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-1963194690604174049?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/eZMeL_2u9sU" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/11/fotopoema-ix.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-55326937657340833872009-10-06T02:12:00.001-03:002009-10-06T02:15:16.099-03:002009-10-06T02:15:16.099-03:00bico da criança partida<br />sem ted ou beer<br />chora<br />mimas sem papel em branco<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">colapso da audiência</span><br /><br />repúdio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-5532693765734083387?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/dcKKugXqstg" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com2http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/10/audiencia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-53584070087614457822009-10-06T02:11:00.005-03:002009-10-10T20:58:13.799-03:002009-10-10T20:58:13.799-03:00silenciado pela faixa,<br />menino, vermelha<br />tensionava<br /><br />insensíveis mágoas<br />aparecem assim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-5358407008761445782?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/tHXtls4VjPQ" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/10/menino.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-52972591790898813002009-10-01T23:54:00.002-03:002009-10-06T02:16:07.016-03:002009-10-06T02:16:07.016-03:00egspressando<br /><br />luz a la vitroula<br />debaixo lâmpada<br /><br />sujo, cigarro, opaca.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Poema em diálogo com intervenção de Felipe "Austrália")</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-5297259179089881300?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/YYEIf2yC2T8" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com1http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/10/egspressando.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-90645131358354025532009-09-30T20:46:00.004-03:002009-09-30T20:54:17.862-03:002009-09-30T20:54:17.862-03:00I<br /><br />noite colorida toque olhos<br />encanto das graças<br />dança enxerto móvel<br /><br />cheio copo céu alto<br /><br />- as estrelas!<br /><br /><br />II<br /><br />cantarola bibi<br />gira sorrindo o dia<br />nuvem algodão azul claro<br /><br />clarinho<br /><br />- dia!<br /><br /><br />III<br /><br />hoje 17 noite quarta<br />vez que ouço respiro soluço<br />teu nome<br />sof-<br />ia dizer aqui é perfume-<br />memórias repletas de ti<br />saudade.<br /><br /><br />IV<br /><br />cachos cores sorri<br />aberto um pêssego<br />por vir lilás in happys<br />birthday time<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Presente de aniversário para Iara Sobrinho)</span><br /><br /><br />V<br /><br />lembra sábado<br />cubos de gelo vodka<br />pela metade da<br />noite beijo<br /><br />e que baita bei-<br />jei você sem pedir<br />e você gostou... não foi?<br /><br /><br />VI<br /><br />papel recheio pequeninos<br />traços desenham afeto<br />meu pulsão para-<br />lela penso resposta<br /><br />selinho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-9064513135835402553?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/8k68MVwib08" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/09/recortes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-66338197427592417472009-08-20T00:15:00.002-03:002009-08-20T16:16:36.042-03:002009-08-20T16:16:36.042-03:00<img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg358/pergher/poesia-8.jpg" /><br /><br />I<br /><br />baunilha<br /><br />sopro flor ama-<br />rela ou branca silhueta<br />meiga doce<br /><br />sonho de creme leite<br /><br />...<br /><br />- ups!<br />hihi x)<br /><br />II<br /><br />do tic relógio<br />traço tirasse<br />disse pensar<br /><i>soletrar amarelo<br />flor azul</i><br />doces ouvidos miúdas<br />palavras daria<br /><br />olhos. suspiros.<br /><br />blu pla ti plot<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(Foto por </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haoz/3752073593/in/photostream/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">HaoJan</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-6633819742759241747?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/oN8dHJDykqY" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com1http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/08/fotopoema-viii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-30736373130443118842009-08-20T00:06:00.004-03:002009-08-20T00:17:33.945-03:002009-08-20T00:17:33.945-03:00palavras A4 caneta<br />nanquim sonetos<br />retalhos juvenis<br />fios<br /><br />suporte<br /><br />bêbado surrado<br />agora viúvo susto<br />ou alegre de alegre<br />em alegres vulgo<br />indelicado escorpião<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration:line-through">tanto</span> faz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-3073637313044311884?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/V-MOvB_TTvk" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/08/suporte.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-55675225732063636122009-08-15T22:14:00.006-03:002009-08-15T22:54:48.130-03:002009-08-15T22:54:48.130-03:00<img src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg358/pergher/poesia7.jpg" /><br /><br />leito de guardanapos<br />vil canção porta outro-<br />doce<br /><br />tu<br /><br />do olhar trocado fecha eu<br />completa beauty<br />em love song's<br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(Foto por the </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecheshiresmile/3179206609/in/photostream/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">cheshire smile</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-5567522573206363612?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/tZNkZlyTHJc" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/08/fotopoema-vii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-58626909394437075322009-08-15T19:49:00.002-03:002009-08-15T19:53:17.682-03:002009-08-15T19:53:17.682-03:00festins risadas<br />dos floco-faíscas<br />luzes<br /><br />percorre em tranças<br />destrança<br /><br />enrola<br /><br />fora<br />acaba solto em nó<br /><br /><i>angústia</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-5862690939443707532?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/X7Ts71i7uvs" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/08/busca.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-28149678164579072522009-08-09T19:49:00.005-03:002009-08-09T20:02:38.978-03:002009-08-09T20:02:38.978-03:00quarto longo<br />silêncio rangido<br />da cadeira balanço velho<br />em feitio apago<br /><br />retrato<br /><br />porta-visita<br /><br />puro feito-<br />tempo<br /><br />feio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-2814967816457907252?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/XJzEqqKF20c" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com1http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/08/visita-tempo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-85733362612182123682009-07-26T14:32:00.002-03:002009-08-09T20:03:56.924-03:002009-08-09T20:03:56.924-03:00Mudei umas coisas de lugar, pra reanimar o espaço todo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-8573336261218212368?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/9iyJq4Yb1Vg" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/07/manutencao.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-90076953327470602962009-04-18T21:57:00.001-03:002009-04-18T22:00:11.490-03:002009-04-18T22:00:11.490-03:00risos movimentos<br />em música dança<br />ligados.<br /><br />olhar rubro chapado<br />distância turva in-<br />diferença.<br /><br />dia do apago.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-9007695332747060296?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/-joAvJ9UjE4" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com3http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/04/risos-movimentos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-80443349038517774822009-04-13T22:09:00.002-03:002009-04-13T22:13:48.092-03:002009-04-13T22:13:48.092-03:00susto do pesadelo sonho<br />menina em cama baixo<br />atrás de mãos tremer<br />coração, canhão, disparo.<br /><br />pela voz que se afine<br />dirá um grito desatino<br />permeio sono mãe dorme<br />inquieta, estranha, acorda.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">borboleta nina luz</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">fadas cantigas velhas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dorme abraço meu</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">amor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-8044334903851777482?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/JxgBPLanJhw" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/04/susto-do-pesadelo-sonho.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-88771728460769842192009-04-13T00:18:00.002-03:002009-04-13T00:45:11.526-03:002009-04-13T00:45:11.526-03:00porca agonia nojo<br />da poeira ao ópio<br />desagrando enredo<br />composto<br />encargo pluro livre<br />noticía derrame<br />suplanta abrupto<br />motim<br /><br />engole.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">socialife</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-8877172846076984219?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/tVVL48e8AZ0" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/04/engole.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-22727677930842743902009-04-11T20:56:00.005-03:002009-04-13T00:50:38.078-03:002009-04-13T00:50:38.078-03:00306 em fonte gasta<br />quarto sujo e ranzinza<br />mau humor explícito:<br />decoração péssima.<br /><br />- entre, Ellen.<br /><br />gravata, terno, perfume<br />sexo contato pelas<br />paredes, e coxas, e sapatos<br /><br />pescoços em um beijo<br />sem o cinto já e sim<br />a cama sem vestidos<br />por seios, ó gemidos!<br /><br />pois<br /><br />tudo estava ali<br />naquele quadro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-2272767793084274390?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/5H_K5840ko4" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/04/galeria.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-21427663506127989372009-04-11T16:56:00.002-03:002009-04-11T17:15:07.130-03:002009-04-11T17:15:07.130-03:00imagens distorcidas<br />riscadas, amorfas-<br />aquarelas vermelho-cinza<br />do choro, do abraço<br />salpicadas por brotoejas,<br />soluços e risadas<br /><br />estímulo-contraste<br /><br />do cinza-vermelho<br />lágrimas rosadas<br />saliência da saudade<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-2142766350612798937?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/U8rsNRm2aTw" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagens-distorcidas.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-47385357347604932762009-04-10T11:40:00.006-03:002009-04-10T11:49:24.030-03:002009-04-10T11:49:24.030-03:00acordei<br />pela mta e<br />da janela<br />calçada e poste<br />acesos<br />contando os acessos<br />da dona joalheria<br /><br />perdera suas orelhas e pescoços!<br />frio de se ver.<br /><br />fora seu Carlos<br />das quatro _______<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">impressiona<br /><br /></span>nada de casamento<br />fina campa<br />já Frida-moça, dona joalheria<br />quer toda vida<br /><br />mi a.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-4738535734760493276?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/opzgoKy-BZ0" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/04/acordei-pela-mta-e-da-janela-calcada-e.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-87389434209397640472009-04-08T21:06:00.003-03:002009-04-10T11:48:33.999-03:002009-04-10T11:48:33.999-03:00era o baú.<br /><br />madeira velha<br />cadeado<br />feio<br /><br />seco de qualquer carinho.<br /><br />corroendo<br />cada nó, e pó, e ó!<br />cretino!<br /><br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-8738943420939764047?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/oID5Q9oRrgw" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/04/era-o-bau.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-38377366894336990772009-04-07T23:06:00.006-03:002009-04-08T20:09:33.654-03:002009-04-08T20:09:33.654-03:00a janela espreita luz<br /><br />escuto... quieta.<br />cortina no final do espetáculo<br /><br />apaga... passos.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dormindo</span><br /><br />silêncio dos atos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-3837736689433699077?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/Sv29AgWMXys" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/04/janela-espreita-luz-escuto.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-12062154996038868192009-02-10T11:20:00.005-02:002009-02-15T13:52:10.550-03:002009-02-15T13:52:10.550-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg358/pergher/poesia06-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg358/pergher/poesia06-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I<br /><br />a rede<br />peixes<br />almoço-família<br /><br />o chute<br />n'água toma vôo<br />amados<br /><br />20h<br />luz em velas<br />carinho molhado<br /><br />aconchego<br />cobertos nos ombros<br />varanda<br /><br />- boa noite.<br /><br /><br />II<br /><br />o tiro<br />policial<br />as sirenes<br /><br />a garçonete<br />bloquinho<br />meu pedido que não chega!<br /><br />o trabalho<br />teclas se apertando<br />automático<br /><br />...<br /><br />nada agora mais<br />e tudo.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(Para Sarah Hermes Reguse. Foto por: Sávanah Reguse</span><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-1206215499603886819?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/uDq3ReDoFZk" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com2http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/02/fotopoema-vi.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-63618617976252707862009-02-08T22:53:00.002-02:002009-02-08T22:58:40.667-02:002009-02-08T22:58:40.667-02:00Homem magro, alto, meia idade, marido... chega, por volta das três da manhã, em casa com a devida ajuda de alguns companheiros do trabalho. Sua mulher, também alta, magra e de meia idade, recebe-o fervorosamente. Com algum tempo transcorrido:<br /><br />me teste pratuveres<br />amor<br />e tua linda flor aqui<br />se esvai!<br />puff...<br />some.<br /><br />cachorro!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Sarah Hermes Reguse - ajuda, teste, cachorro, amor e flor) </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-6361861797625270786?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/znjrN0EAs0U" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com0http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/02/5words-ii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479219736970206128.post-82467230928489625802009-02-02T00:50:00.003-02:002009-02-02T00:59:08.264-02:002009-02-02T00:59:08.264-02:00- desejo<br /><br />muito gelo<br />dois dedos d'água<br /><br />whisky.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">88 minutos</span>...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>reparação.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479219736970206128-8246723092848962580?l=dialogandocom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DialogandoCom/~4/vCR4cwsMR14" height="1" width="1"/>Paulo Henrique Perghernoreply@blogger.com1http://dialogandocom.blogspot.com/2009/02/infoco-i.html