<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Gritos Verticais - Artistas e Arteiros</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gritos Verticais Parceiros)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sun, 6 Oct 2024 21:03:37 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://gritosverticaisletrac.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:category text="Arts"><itunes:category text="Literature"/></itunes:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>gritosverticaisparceiros@gmail.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Medo</title><link>http://gritosverticaisletrac.blogspot.com/2007/11/medo.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 10:45:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217207331543952014.post-5598852449265169466</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;MEDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(André L. Soares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sujam-se os rios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Morrem arvoredos,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A Terra sente medo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>gritosverticaisparceiros@gmail.com (Gritos Verticais Parceiros)</author></item><item><title>Canção do Outono Sombrio</title><link>http://gritosverticaisletrac.blogspot.com/2007/10/certezas-vulnerveis.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 1 Oct 2007 15:08:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217207331543952014.post-987394740859181947</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEime1RaNKK_6sUbBzv0AQAb8afhkd1Oc81Ho5mb1bhN9vU__p7annCrCbsaDRU_vmPLjF8O27befk2RcxZIwZRy0ULbkiAmJ8AC5kBeoLBTyLDM67yq1PD1OC7L7JHtvYfRqUAOYjTXOPlF/s1600-h/Celebratory+Whim+-+Ford+Smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEime1RaNKK_6sUbBzv0AQAb8afhkd1Oc81Ho5mb1bhN9vU__p7annCrCbsaDRU_vmPLjF8O27befk2RcxZIwZRy0ULbkiAmJ8AC5kBeoLBTyLDM67yq1PD1OC7L7JHtvYfRqUAOYjTXOPlF/s320/Celebratory+Whim+-+Ford+Smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116494343252784722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Celebratory Whim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ford Smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;CANÇÃO DO OUTONO SOMBRIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(André L. Soares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tenho pisado em folhas secas&lt;br /&gt;Que se amontoam aos pés das cercas&lt;br /&gt;Depois esvoaçam pelo chão.&lt;br /&gt;Acima, quase brilha um sol cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneamente ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Que uiva a mais sombria das canções.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo uma tristeza há mais de trezentos dias&lt;br /&gt;Sem ver flor ou ler poesia&lt;br /&gt;Numa busca que parece ser em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhos respinga a garoa fina&lt;br /&gt;Que se funde às minhas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;– nem sei se sou eu quem chora ou se é o céu –.&lt;br /&gt;Escondido sob o espesso sobretudo&lt;br /&gt;Carrego o peso do mundo em minhas costas&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo só com minhas botas e o destino infiel.&lt;br /&gt;No meu caminho, a primavera não é óbvia&lt;br /&gt;Pois sinto mais frio que num inverno em Varsóvia&lt;br /&gt;– sonhos congelados na nevasca da ilusão –.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspiro o pó branco que sobe pelas narinas&lt;br /&gt;Ou mergulho na bebida ofertada nos bares...&lt;br /&gt;– falsas amigas que me empurram para a cova –.&lt;br /&gt;Não mais havendo lua-nova em minhas noites&lt;br /&gt;Semi-serro as pálpebras e me acostumo ao breu&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o pior inimigo a enfrentar ainda sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito um corsário sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma de pássaro ganhou o azul&lt;br /&gt;Migrou pro Sul... foi embora no outono.&lt;br /&gt;E se me mantenho em pé é por paixão&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fé, que apesar de tanta derrota&lt;br /&gt;Ao abrir alguma porta, ainda haverá verão.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;André L. Soares – &lt;a href="http://poemasdeandreluis.blogspot.com/2007/07/cano-do-outono-sombrio.html"&gt;Canção do Outono Sombrio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEime1RaNKK_6sUbBzv0AQAb8afhkd1Oc81Ho5mb1bhN9vU__p7annCrCbsaDRU_vmPLjF8O27befk2RcxZIwZRy0ULbkiAmJ8AC5kBeoLBTyLDM67yq1PD1OC7L7JHtvYfRqUAOYjTXOPlF/s72-c/Celebratory+Whim+-+Ford+Smith.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>gritosverticaisparceiros@gmail.com (Gritos Verticais Parceiros)</author></item></channel></rss>