tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361410262024-03-12T21:29:48.276-07:00VERSOS DA MEIA-NOITEsolte o nó da garganta
corte a corda do pescoço
liberte o seu gritoGean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-46423549388999994382013-10-13T08:53:00.001-07:002013-10-13T08:53:24.422-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="background-color: orange; color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">As folhas</span><span style="line-height: 17px;"> </span></span></b></div>
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quando se sentem amarelas</div>
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se suicidam</div>
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O suave som do salto</div>
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é minimalista</div>
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feito o silêncio das pedras</div>
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e os gemidos das árvores</div>
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que despem-se despudoradamente</div>
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As cores säo escandalosas</div>
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porém limitadas</div>
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pelas distâncias do horizonte</div>
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e a longevidade das tardes</div>
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A natureza é impiedosa</div>
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näo perde tempo com arrependimentos</div>
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tudo é medido, mas sem cabimento</div>
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diante da imprevisibilidade das paisagens repintadas</div>
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A soberba das mutaçöes</div>
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ignora o clichê dos ciclos que se repetem</div>
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feito uma moda antiga</div>
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de outras estaçöes</div>
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desfarçada de grande novidade</div>
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Como se tudo näo fosse täo óbvio</div>
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diante do mesmo sol.</div>
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GQ</div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">se veja de dentro da distância</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">resquícios daquele ser </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">que um dia houve</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">quem sabe escrevendo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">o sentimento soterrado</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">venha à tona</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">explodindo das entranhas</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">deste ausente</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">quem sabe o que é ser</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">sem precisar fingir</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">quem sabe o que é ter</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">sem precisar mentir</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">nem finjindo, nem mentindo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">talvez um dia alcance</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">ao desacelerar o passo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">um caminho</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">onde se ande lado a lado</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">assim sendo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">talvez o tendo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">faça algum sentido</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">quem sabe o peito</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">volte a ser abrigo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">quando se possa</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">confiar em si mesmo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">e que dos restos de tudo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">erga-se um poema</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">que possa fazer do instante</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">algo relevante</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">que possa fazer do seguir</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">algo que leve adiante</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">passo a passo</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">e derrepente</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">um salto</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">que de täo alto</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">nada que seja falso alcance</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">e que o pouso seja </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">aqui dentro</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">onde repousa</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">a certeza </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">de que tudo só depende de nós.</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">enquanto meus brônquios </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">seguem de bronca comigo</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">poemas pousam</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">peço licença pro silêncio</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">pausa pra prosa</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">meu peito está em terremoto</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">tem uma tosse sacudindo os alicerces</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">das flores do meu jardim</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">a estrutura da minha alegria</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">está abalada pelos excessos do meu sorriso</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">que um vento bom </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">leve essas nuvens carregadas do meu semblante</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">que uma cura qualquer me amanse</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">enquanto o nível na escala Richter</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">dos tremores no meu peito baixam lentamente</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">espero ver logo o sol voltar a brilhar</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">no céu da minha boca</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">tristeza,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">tô fora!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">fui ali ver como andam as coisas dentro de mim.</span></b></div>
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<b>Gean Queiroz</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">by Marisa Vieira&Gean Queiroz</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">há gosto pra tudo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">dizem que até </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">cachorro</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">alucina</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no peito</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">saudade</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">é minha</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Há gosto pra tudo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">dizem que até </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">papagaio</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no vôo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">o vento</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">é minha</span></div>
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Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-69786764066858288222011-06-20T08:33:00.000-07:002011-06-20T08:36:14.152-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtWDQlKAq8o/Tf9okYKmzgI/AAAAAAAADWI/WKeohrC-OHY/s1600/sun.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtWDQlKAq8o/Tf9okYKmzgI/AAAAAAAADWI/WKeohrC-OHY/s400/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620325834153184770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Engoli o sol feito um um santo descendo do céu</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Reencarnei o caos e organizei o gozo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Eu vi o veräo chegando no rastro da manhä</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Mamei nas tetas da tarde e tatei o ardor das pedras</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Um transe de estrada num lance de distância</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Pra que se prolonguem os entardeceres</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">E se aproximem os horizontes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Um pássaro surtado varando as alturas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Um grito jurássico atravessando as eras</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Paralisando as dores e acordando as feras</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Em bálticos mares nunca dantes navegados</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Uma canoa flutua suave feito lâmina cortando a saudade</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Um cheiro de rio, caboco no cio, roraimeiras de outras beiras</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Estava como em Estocolmo? Tudo calmo em Kalmar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Eu queria fazer um poema de luz</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Pra acender as cores destas planícies adormecidas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Porque se já näo existe noite nestes dias iluminados</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">É preciso manter os olhos bem abertos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Pra enxergar a estrela do caminho dos delírios</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"> Eu engoli o sol feito um pássaro num vôo sublime</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">E num mergulho ornamental entre as nuvens</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Virei peixe , me lambuzei de sal e organizei o mar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Pra que subam as temperaturas das águas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">desapareçam os tremores dos corpos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">E se pintem as cores das cidades</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Eu vi o veräo chegando como quem näo quer nada</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">E devastando a paisagem com fúria e sem piedade.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Joka...veräo sueco 2011</span><br /></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-48706372940649000572011-06-20T08:24:00.000-07:002011-06-20T08:33:26.166-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5V1eOqmxACM/Tf9n4j5NWAI/AAAAAAAADWA/ri3u2VagijA/s1600/natur.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5V1eOqmxACM/Tf9n4j5NWAI/AAAAAAAADWA/ri3u2VagijA/s400/natur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620325081387194370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">A natureza está grávida</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">prestes a parir um feto das entranhas da terra</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">a profundidade das eras, a fúria das feras</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">mäe metafísica do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">pai travestido de vento</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">vai chegar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">uma onda gigante,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">um vulcäo falante</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">um tsunami,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">uma flor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">um feto reparido, renascido, refeito</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">do antes de tantas estaçöes distantes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">uma coisa adormecida, remoída de sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">e remorsos e perdas e depedidas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">um gosto de novo repetido</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">um cheiro de vida mal dormida</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Vai nascer</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">uma vontade, uma esperança,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">com cheiro de velho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">com gosto de mofo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">vai brotar a novidade</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">com cara de saudade</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">O gelo está derretendo, a onda está levando, os passáros estam cantando, as árvores estam dançando, e tudo segue no mudar da estaçäo sem início nem fim.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">…por enquanto</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">…até quando.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText">joka/primavera 2011</span><br /></span></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-6276829808591375422011-02-27T06:26:00.000-08:002011-02-27T06:38:32.032-08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5MCKqcTu9E/TWpfXGHKL1I/AAAAAAAADVM/Ww19Acmb608/s1600/SDC18573.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N5MCKqcTu9E/TWpfXGHKL1I/AAAAAAAADVM/Ww19Acmb608/s400/SDC18573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578375938834050898" border="0" /></a> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">faço graça de graça </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">na cara do careta </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">só pra ver o otário chocado </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">com a minha coragem de näo se entregar </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">ao óbvio do fácil previsível dispensável</span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">passo batido no semáforo dos semblantes engarrafados </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">sigo a estrada dos tijolos amarelos</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">em algum lugar além existirá o tesouro </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">acredito no arco-íris</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">potes de ouro me perseguem os delírios</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">näo tem bruxa má na minha trajetória</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">de inimigo de si próprio </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">neguinho trocou as pernas e perdeu as botas</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">onde pouco se pöe e nada se tira </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">nem se acrescenta nem se mede em passos o solado gasto</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">em tempo näo se mede distância </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">de quilômetros nada adianta a falta de perspectivas</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">pra que se ative o radar dos sentidos </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">um tanto de instinto é imprescindível</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">pra que se pressinta o que passou despercebido </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">na falta do apito sagrado da sacada divina</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">entre dois pontos um caminho curto pode ser atrativo </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">porém muito próximo de onde mora o perigo</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">que näo tem endereço fixo</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e atravessa as planícies cheio de atalhos e bifurcaçöes </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">para acabar muitas vezes num beco sem saída</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e mais adiante um abismo onde näo se permitem vôos </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e o eco do grito parece um soco de efeito bumerangue</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">perdido sem rumo zizagueando sonâmbulo </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">num sono de séculos no sol sem óculos escuros </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">nem sombra de alguma soluçäo plausível pra esse vagar sem destino</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">um sopro de furacäo na virada do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">arrepio de horizonte que se alcance</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">aventura pra que se lance</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">música pra que se dance</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style=""></span>ácido pra que se transe uma trip assim meio tranquis </span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">numas de aqui mesmo tá bom demais e <span style=""> </span>só saio daqui se for pra mais ali</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">no meio de um caminho sem pedra nenhuma</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">o poeta näo perde a viagem nem o rumo nem a rima</span> .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">joka</span><br /></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-30545003314688080662011-02-27T05:59:00.000-08:002011-02-27T06:03:05.475-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r03tHrkC7oE/TWpZBUpIclI/AAAAAAAADVE/qv7OeMbaiV4/s1600/SDC18555.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r03tHrkC7oE/TWpZBUpIclI/AAAAAAAADVE/qv7OeMbaiV4/s400/SDC18555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578368967707750994" border="0" /></a><br /><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody">aqui estamos<br />daqui, pra onde vamos?<br />sábios deveriam saber,<br />um sinal seria super,<br />uma saída com sorte,<br /><span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">um surto, uma morte,<br />pra que tudo o que fique reste mais forte,<br />pra que isso tudo que se escreve<br />näo vire cinza em alguma fogueira de vaidades medievais<br />em plena era moderna,<br />salvem as bruxas, salve os poetas, salve os loucos,<br />que näo se renderam ao fácil ofício do fóssil de hospício,<br />engravatado sem ar subindo e descendo escadas da fama ilusória<br /></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">ambiçäo sufocada no cubículo privado do alto do edifício<br />onde só se vê fúria e fumaça,<br />onde a janela embaça e näo tem vista näo tem sonho näo tem graça,<br /></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">onde o apito estridente avisa que o tempo passa batido<br />na espera de uma promoçäo sem noçäo de méritos,<br />despertador ativado, o mundo todo acordado,<br />pöe teu uniforme e marcha escravo, zumbi assalariado,<br />vai ser trash assim num filme do Mojica,<br />melhor ser um chupa-cabra, que um zé ninguém,<br />vendo a alma mas näo perco a viagem,<br />que o filme é curto, e a pipoca é cara,<br />película lasciva de sangue fresquinho na boca do vampiro,<br />escória da cultura perdida na escuridäo,<br />pra que tanto talento meu deus?<br />Se é pra morrer de fome, melhor que seja de overdose entäo.</span></span></span></h6><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Joka</span><br /></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-74692300335757024072011-01-09T04:19:00.000-08:002011-02-01T09:17:09.082-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/TUg_95ctfmI/AAAAAAAADUw/-Oy6Xzwtt3c/s1600/SDC18179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/TUg_95ctfmI/AAAAAAAADUw/-Oy6Xzwtt3c/s400/SDC18179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568771271869431394" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">acordei cheio de sol nos olhos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e um estranho gosto de neve derrentendo na alma</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">um calor inalcançável</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">um frio de séculos me corrói as vísceras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">um gelo negro me habita</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">um cheiro de coisa esquecida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">nas profundezas de rios e areias e tardes sonolentas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">um passo fundo nas entranhas da terra</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">raízes que se emaranham nos meus cabelos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">todo esse branco näo me pertence</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">toda essa medida indefinida em torno de um zero</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a bipolaridade dos termômetros me causam naúseas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e delírios de vôos de pássaros</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">que levam o calor debaixo das asas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">näo entendo a queimadura do gelo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">o fogo das chaminés é triste e limitado</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">tenho gritos de dragöes na garganta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e cantos de tribos que dançam em volta do fogo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">rituais me acendem as alucinaçöes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">onde foram parar os mistérios destes bosques?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">O que se esconde por baixo de todo esse manto?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Onde foi parar a cidade que antes aqui estava?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Acordei com a chama acesa das lembranças</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Capaz de incendiar o corpo inteiro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e derreter as fronteiras invisíveis das distâncias.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Joka</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">09/01/2011</span><br /></span></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-64589087239681488672010-12-18T20:41:00.000-08:002011-02-11T07:20:19.579-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZkB6eB9bB4/TVVTppqa58I/AAAAAAAADU8/0nY0FRR-EvQ/s1600/5932_120663072069_575272069_2236203_6787581_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZkB6eB9bB4/TVVTppqa58I/AAAAAAAADU8/0nY0FRR-EvQ/s400/5932_120663072069_575272069_2236203_6787581_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572452088964376514" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">as vezes vem que bate<br />um tapa, um lance, um baque<br />um rompante de clareza<br />um surto de certeza<br />o vácuo da viagem<br />o trago da paisagem<br /><br />as vezes vem que arde<br />um fogo, uma chama<br />um troço que invade<br />um sinal de alarme<br /><br />as vezes vem que ve</span><span style="font-size:180%;">m<br />um jato, um míssil, um trem<br />o instante do pensamento<br />a velocidade do vento<br />o sonho que desperta<br />o momento da mente aberta<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">as vezes vem que chega<br />uma chama acesa<br />um coisa tesa<br />um pau na mesa</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />as vezes vem que explode<br />e quando vem<br />eu digo<br />fode<br /><br /><br />joka<br />18.12.2010<br /></span></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-32884384689600862572010-07-12T17:05:00.000-07:002010-07-12T17:18:59.442-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/TDuuUad3z7I/AAAAAAAADSw/4WJRsIGZx3s/s1600/SDC16480.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/TDuuUad3z7I/AAAAAAAADSw/4WJRsIGZx3s/s400/SDC16480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493175836233682866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">AGARRAR A DISTÂNCIA</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">COMO QUEM DANÇA O QUE DIZ</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">COMO QUEM TANGE O LONGE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">AONDE O INSTANTE ALCANÇA O ONDE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O QUE O AGORA ESCONDE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SURTO DE SER O QUE NÄO SE SABE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">QUANDO SE SENTE O QUE JÁ NÄO CABE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">HORIZONTE ONDE O OLHO DEITA O MAR</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TUDO SE ABRE PRA TARDE EM LUZ ENTRAR</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">UM VAZIO IMENSO A SE PREENCHER</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">COM O QUE VIER E HÁ DE SER</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ONDE TUDO O QUE ME HABITA</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SEJA UMA TERRA DE VIDA À VISTA.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">JOKA</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GOTLAND 2010</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/TDuuT4EYjyI/AAAAAAAADSo/x_CafQGayPY/s1600/SDC16440.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/TDuuT4EYjyI/AAAAAAAADSo/x_CafQGayPY/s400/SDC16440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493175826999971618" border="0" /></a>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-25302427613828661022010-05-13T10:24:00.000-07:002010-05-13T10:34:40.628-07:00<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/S-w3h70QscI/AAAAAAAADSg/bwjZnVG0k8U/s400/OgAAAMPXvdeWt59O_WJit5MDnVEDX9PDwJQxWMm1uMx4daAmlYP7tS5-bZjh2dNQPgvt2OVPgBETkusVOb_U0R-awXsAm1T1ULJ5YJ7_RkPtX2lSb6lJuffPtu5g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470808703480410562" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; "><div style="text-align: center;padding-bottom: 7px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">De outonos OU das coisas suspendidas</span></span></span></div><div style="padding-bottom: 7px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Era uma vez um menino que usava um rubro capuz cor de maçã bem madura. Ele tinha uma boca de cujos dentes rebrilhavam ainda repastos de seu lanche frugal: restos de lobos, de vovozinhas friorentas, de caçadores viris com espingardas na mão, de netinhas desdenhadoras de atalhos. Tudo cabia em sua barriga-coração: seu leite, seu pão.<br />As folhas atiravam-se das árvores como fazem quando querer não mais ser, e forravam um colchão onde se deitar, deitado - o menino - mais se aprumava ereto, com seu gorro de vermelho vermelho, pra fazer sua digestão. Dele evaporavam girassóis, calêndulas, violinos, sementes bonitas, folhas amarelas recortadas com delicadeza. Ele todo outonava, espreitando o céu em cima, o chão em baixo. Sobre o colchão de folhas ele - suspenso - maquinava com um gesto de pássaro - suas próximas aparições, suas próximas manhãs, seus próximos desenhos e banquetes. E de sua boca e dentes a palavra "outono", em silêncio, escapava.<br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Raimundo Cassiano Ferraz</span></span></div></span></span>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-33600369525322531562009-11-10T08:45:00.000-08:002009-11-10T08:53:17.557-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ6lydVmI/AAAAAAAADPA/vMs0N-Qxwac/s1600-h/SDC12926.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ6lydVmI/AAAAAAAADPA/vMs0N-Qxwac/s400/SDC12926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518459862832738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nyckelviksskolan</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;">Stockholm<<<sweden>>>>>2009</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ6ZS3t1I/AAAAAAAADO4/7iSQWkuGiAw/s1600-h/SDC12942.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ6ZS3t1I/AAAAAAAADO4/7iSQWkuGiAw/s400/SDC12942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518456509118290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ6Lkg51I/AAAAAAAADOw/QTymA7Vyyos/s1600-h/SDC12940.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ6Lkg51I/AAAAAAAADOw/QTymA7Vyyos/s400/SDC12940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518452825024338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ50ps_zI/AAAAAAAADOo/zBIAzGYkK6k/s1600-h/SDC12939.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ50ps_zI/AAAAAAAADOo/zBIAzGYkK6k/s400/SDC12939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518446672772914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ5lUJ6OI/AAAAAAAADOg/HmjSzG0pw6U/s1600-h/SDC12917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SvmZ5lUJ6OI/AAAAAAAADOg/HmjSzG0pw6U/s400/SDC12917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402518442555861218" /></a>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-6560836376347426022009-09-02T08:43:00.000-07:002009-09-02T08:57:20.654-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/Sp6TFpi7wyI/AAAAAAAADNM/ZlvwxBYCJm8/s1600-h/SDC11840.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/Sp6TFpi7wyI/AAAAAAAADNM/ZlvwxBYCJm8/s400/SDC11840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376896730387956514" /></a>.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">..eis que aqui na Suécia, na biblioteca internacional, encontro um exemplar do mítico "CATATAU" de Paulo Leminski, estou absolutamente tomado por essa verdadeira reinvençäo da língua portuguesa...salve o delírio da gramática, o caos mental, o gênio indomável...aqui compartilho algumas pérolas.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"aconteceu algo inacontecível"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"melhor, näo dá, o que foi o que deu, melhor que nada"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"nada esperem de mim os desesperados"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"tomei consciência, tenha paciência, anularam o silêncio"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"o entendimento entre as aparências adquire a experiência de distinguir distâncias"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"cheguei tarde na guerra, já era festa e eu com armas"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"truque, repito o que eu digo e discuto com o eco"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"minha cara, eclipse de um espelho em crise"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"do teu caminho um pedaço de mal tamanho"</span></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-51229203772179987252009-09-02T08:08:00.000-07:002009-09-02T08:16:41.667-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/Sp6LndWLpuI/AAAAAAAADNE/0aq0upG3G54/s1600-h/casa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/Sp6LndWLpuI/AAAAAAAADNE/0aq0upG3G54/s400/casa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376888515135776482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">F</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ILEIRAS DE OBJETOS IMÓVEIS CAMINHANDO EM MINHA DIREÇÄO</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ESTOU PARADO E UM HELICÓPTERO GIRA NA MINHA CABEÇA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">O QUE EU FAÇO? GRITO, CHORO, DANÇO OU CORRO?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ME TRANCO NO BANHEIRO, AQUI NÄO PRECISO SOCORRO</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ESTOU BEM EU JURO MEU AMOR, NÄO DERRUBE A PORTA POR FAVOR</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">O HELICÓPTERO FOI EMBORA, A ÁGUA ESTÁ QUENTE, MEU PAU ESTÁ DURO</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">NINGUÉM ME VÊ ASSIM TÄO FELIZ NO ESCURO</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">POSSO SENTIR A MORTE ME APALPANDO, ESTÁ GOSTOSO</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">QUASE GOZO, QUASE MORRO, QUASE POSSO SORRIR DE MIM MESMO</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">NENHUMA MÁQUINA ME ALCANÇA, NÄO OUÇO O DESPERTADOR</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">NÄO TENHO MOTOR NOS MEUS OSSOS, MEUS DENTES ESTÄO CALMOS, BRANCOS</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">MEUS OLHOS ENXERGAM EM TERCEIRAS E OUTRAS DIMENSÖES</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">VASOS QUEBRADOS, GARRAFAS VAZIAS, CHÄO LISO, MÄOS FRIAS</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ESCORREGO PRA DEBAIXO D'ÁGUA, NÄO QUERO MAIS RESPIRAR ESSE AR POLUÍDO</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">TODOS ESTÄO DANÇANDO MAS NÄO SEI QUE MÚSICA É ESSA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">TODOS ESTÄO FODENDO MAS NÄO QUERO PORRA NAS PAREDES</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">LIMPE SUA SUJEIRA, OLHE NO ESPELHO, VEJA O DIABO NA SUA CARA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">E ESSA PLANTA É TÄO BOAZINHA, NÄO FALA MAL DE NINGUÉM</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">AO CONTRÁRIO DE VOCÊ, QUE NÄO PODE CALAR SUA MENTE CHEIA DE MERDA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">SE ATIRE DA JANELA BABY, AFINAL NINGUÉM TE CONVIDOU PRA ESSA FESTA NOJENTA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">AFINAL NENHUMA DROGA É BASTANTE PRA FAZER VOCÊ SE SENTIR BEM</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">VÁ PRO INFERNO E ME DEIXE AQUI ADMIRANDO ESSSA LINDA PLANTA TÄO PURA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ELA DANÇA PRA MIM UMA MÚSICA MUDA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ELA NÄO SENTE O MUNDO GIRAR</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ELA ME AMA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ELA NÄO QUER ME MATAR</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">VÁ PRO INFERNO E ME DEIXE AQUI</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ESTOU BEM EU JURO MEU AMOR.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">g.q....poema escrito ao som de radiohead...the bends...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-33543862530082104262009-08-20T18:14:00.000-07:002009-08-20T18:17:27.698-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/So31LhjcYSI/AAAAAAAADLI/ApcI24DuM2c/s1600-h/new.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/So31LhjcYSI/AAAAAAAADLI/ApcI24DuM2c/s400/new.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372219508857266466" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20pt; "><span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">DESIMPORTÂNCIAS</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">RESPIRO, LOGO EXISTO NISTO ONDE PIRO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">VIVO MAIS DO QUE PENSO, QUASE NEM PENSO NISSO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">ME PERMITO IR NO QUE FAÇO PRA QUE O VIVO FIQUE DITO NO QUE EU ATO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">DESATO UM EMARANHADO DE ACASOS OPACOS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PESCO AS PALAVRAS NO IMPREVISÍVEL VAZIO RASO DAS MARGENS DOS RISOS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">UMA PÁ DE PENSAMENTOS EMPOEIRADOS ME SOPRAM SUSSURROS NO OUVIDO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">TRAGO MILHÖES DE CANÇÖES FERVILHANDO POR DENTRO </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">VOU AFINAR O CORO DOS DESCONTENTES</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">HIP HOP SOUL BLUES FUNK ROCK N´ROLL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">LÍNGUA PALAVRA PASSOS OLHARES CHEIROS BOCA MENTE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">ENTRE O QUE FALO E QUEM SENTE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">EXISTE UM SILÊNCIO DE VAGALUMES</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PISCANDO NO CÚ IDÉIAS BRILHANTES</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">ACENDENDO A ESCURIDÄO DAS LETRAS ADORMECIDAS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PARAGRÁFOS DE METÁFORAS MORTÍFERAS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">NUM QUEBRA-CABEÇAS DE LOUÇAS QUEBRADAS </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">NO OCO DO CRÂNIO DO SOL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">ONDE ENXERGO TUDO DIRETO NO ALVO LUZ</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">MERGULHO HORRORES NO QUE FUNDO ME INUNDO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">A CORRENTEZA QUE ME LEVA NÄO TRAZ AFOGADOS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">VENHO À TONA FEITO UM PÓDIO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">SOU CAMPEÄO DE TODA ESSA MERDA QUE PENSO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">AQUI SENTADO NESTE VASO SANITÁRIO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">DEBAIXO DAS ESTRELAS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">SOU UM GÊNIO ABENÇOADO DE IRRACIONALIDADES</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">ESCREVEREI UM BEST-SELLER NESTAS PAREDES</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">E DESSES TIJOLOS FAÇAM UM CASTELO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">NO MEU TÚMULO SEPULTO DE TODO ESSE ASSUNTO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">MISTURO TUDO NA DESCARGA DO LIXO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">QUE ME FIZERAM INGERIR POR TODA A VIDA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">NA MINHA LÁPIDE NÄO ESCREVAM NADA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PENDUREM UM LÁPIS E UM ROLO DE PAPEL HIGIÊNICO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PARA QUE SE ESCREVA E SE CAGUE E SE PENSE </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">E POR FAVOR, NUNCA PAREM A MÚSICA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">E MANTENHAM A FOGUEIRA SEMPRE ACESA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PRA QUE SE DANCE E SE QUEIME TODA GENTE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">SEM ESSAS ÍNFIMAS IMPORTÂNCIAS </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">QUE SE DÄO OS HUMANOS A SI MESMOS.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">G.Q...........Estocolmo....2009 </span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/So31LM0OLNI/AAAAAAAADLA/4QCWH5D1dV8/s1600-h/mendigos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/So31LM0OLNI/AAAAAAAADLA/4QCWH5D1dV8/s400/mendigos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372219503290494162" /></a>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-79632397975260950732009-07-29T01:57:00.000-07:002009-07-29T02:01:18.724-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SnAPBuO4l6I/AAAAAAAADKI/ssRFi30oSIE/s1600-h/SDC10910.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SnAPBuO4l6I/AAAAAAAADKI/ssRFi30oSIE/s400/SDC10910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363803678463006626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">O AMOR É A CURA</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-size: 24px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-size: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Estou apaixonado pela vida</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">estäo brotando flores das minhas feridas</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">escapo pela porta de saída</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">o salto é uma subida</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">criei asas</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">as janelas estäo abertas</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">o céu está mais perto</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">um rio invadiu meu deserto</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">oasis de sorrisos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">faço de tudo um sentido</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">e assim sigo<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">o amor está junto comigo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">sentindo, vivendo, sonhando, crescendo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">respirando esse ar de tudo que está vivo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">a beleza é um grito</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">o silêncio é meu amigo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">minha raízes se prolongam no infinito</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">meus dedos de galhos cortam o vento</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">até as nuvens väo meus pensamentos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">estou leve feito um pássaro</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">a vida cabe nos meus braços</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">é tudo täo simples quando nos deixamos levar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">näo precisamos nem parar pra pensar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">é só resprirar, sentir e sorrir</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">é preciso deixar a lágrima rolar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">sem culpa</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">estou apaixonado pela vida </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">o amor é a cura!</span></span></div></span></span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SnAPBXkRokI/AAAAAAAADKA/S1RQubMQJQo/s1600-h/SDC11002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SnAPBXkRokI/AAAAAAAADKA/S1RQubMQJQo/s400/SDC11002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363803672378712642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Gean Queiroz............Estocolmo.......28 de julho de 200</span>9<br /></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-17861185160689873242009-06-09T00:46:00.000-07:002009-06-09T00:51:52.913-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/Si4TfyoUdlI/AAAAAAAADEU/SPYFZmoUCaM/s1600-h/zzzz.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231244623115858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/Si4TfyoUdlI/AAAAAAAADEU/SPYFZmoUCaM/s400/zzzz.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma lua cheia</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma banda e meia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma noite inteira</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">o amor na bandeja</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma vontade grande</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">um desejo enorme</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma saudade, um instante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">um vazio, um corte</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">algo que se lance</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">algo que me mova</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">algo que se seque</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">algo que me chova</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">quando se plante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">quando se colha</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">quando se nasça</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">quando se morra</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">mesmo que seja</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">algo que se esconde</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">que um dia se mostre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">que um quando me aponte</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma vida inteira</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">um vazio enorme</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma noite, uma lua</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma saudade cheia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">algo que se corte</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">quando que se mostre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">que um dia amor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">mesmo que distante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">um algo que explode</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">uma espera que se canse</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">quando que se chegue</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">um onde que se alcance</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Gean Queiroz.......08.06.2009</span></strong><br /></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-63120510775846570762009-05-26T20:50:00.000-07:002009-05-26T21:00:37.461-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/Shy5QurwwDI/AAAAAAAADEE/ZptS2OhGBSk/s1600-h/Poços+da+Caldas+-+desfile+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340346955215192114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/Shy5QurwwDI/AAAAAAAADEE/ZptS2OhGBSk/s400/Po%C3%A7os+da+Caldas+-+desfile+072.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">A estratégia constrói o instante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">a jogada precisa enxerga o invisível</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">fazer a roda girar, lançar os dados</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">mover o instinto no sentido inverso ao medo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">no objetivo alcançável do plano perfeito </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">atirar-se pleno nos braços da vitória</span></strong></div><p align="center"><strong>G.Q.</strong></p>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-2887133205635110412009-05-23T12:26:00.000-07:002009-05-23T12:36:55.013-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/ShhPwdDIaYI/AAAAAAAADD4/PGBIhXr0kh8/s1600-h/pesadelo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339105052097800578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/ShhPwdDIaYI/AAAAAAAADD4/PGBIhXr0kh8/s400/pesadelo.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> EFAVIRENZ</span></strong><br /><br />Meus pesadêlos são tão divertidos<br />passeando por caminhos escuros com meus inimigos<br />eu ouço insultos e gritos<br />ando sorrindo pra enganar a dor<br />meus passos me arrastam pelo asfalto<br />alguém se agarra aos meus pés<br />rasgam minhas roupas<br />arrancam meus cabelos<br />minha cabeça rola ladeira abaixo<br />submundo da minha mente<br />um piano bêbado me acompanha<br />numa doce melodia de ruídos insanos<br />que ninguém ouve ninguém sente<br />Deus me espera lá em baixo<br />ele está tão triste<br />que que há amigo? Não fique assim<br />isso é só uma noite ruim<br />amanhã tudo pode estar pior<br />sofrer é tão glamoroso<br />altos edifícios com grandes janelas pra saltar<br />tantas drogas pra tomar<br />meus pesadêlos são super coloridos<br />saio andando sobre os trilhos engolindo trens<br />canhão de luz na minha alma<br />dançarinos flamencos pisoteiam multidões<br />corpos sangram manchando tudo de vermelho<br />tantas estrelas cintilantes<br />cacos de vidro pelo céu<br />milhões de fracassos refletidos<br />sonhos partidos cortam minha pele<br />estou um trapo, eu sou um rato<br />deslizo no breu que apareceu<br />meus fantasmas estão sempre comigo<br />atravessamos as paredes<br />e assistimos suicídios, loucas trepadas, algumas broxadas<br />pedofilia, demências, castigos<br />masoquismo é tão divertido<br />humilhação sem culpa<br />submissão sem medo<br />escravos e dominadores, todos irmãos<br />Aleluia! Aleluia!<br />Beijo os pés de Jesus<br />cuspo na cruz<br />sento no colo do diabo<br />e acordo de pau duro.<br /><br />G.Q.<br /> </span></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-68246604778588725162009-05-09T15:56:00.000-07:002009-05-09T16:07:09.114-07:00<div align="center">Para ver todas as fotos da última edição dos Versos da Meia-noite entre aki:</div><div align="center"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.br/CABOCLOPUNK/VersosDaMeiaNoite02">http://picasaweb.google.com.br/CABOCLOPUNK/VersosDaMeiaNoite02</a>#</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333962826659983266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK7ig076I/AAAAAAAADC4/oqKREd3D4_A/s400/P1120717.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK7WBfyVI/AAAAAAAADCw/RX8SfeLl26Y/s1600-h/P1120722.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333962823307348306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK7WBfyVI/AAAAAAAADCw/RX8SfeLl26Y/s400/P1120722.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK7bDf38I/AAAAAAAADCo/cS2bgutDOnE/s1600-h/P1120693.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333962824657919938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK7bDf38I/AAAAAAAADCo/cS2bgutDOnE/s400/P1120693.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK7JdftlI/AAAAAAAADCg/SWWEsV5lu08/s1600-h/P1120668.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333962819935123026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK7JdftlI/AAAAAAAADCg/SWWEsV5lu08/s400/P1120668.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK65HJhaI/AAAAAAAADCY/85DZWeJnlD8/s1600-h/P1120634.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333962815546426786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYK65HJhaI/AAAAAAAADCY/85DZWeJnlD8/s400/P1120634.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-7293165448738100312009-05-09T13:40:00.000-07:002009-05-09T15:55:57.810-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI_c55MGI/AAAAAAAADCQ/heGG9FG5ysk/s1600-h/P1120680.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960694850728034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI_c55MGI/AAAAAAAADCQ/heGG9FG5ysk/s400/P1120680.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Betina kopp , Igor Cotrim e Melina - caprichando no carão</strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI_ON9u3I/AAAAAAAADCI/TR5pFLLwKD8/s1600-h/P1120658.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960690908380018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI_ON9u3I/AAAAAAAADCI/TR5pFLLwKD8/s400/P1120658.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI-xZ_ekI/AAAAAAAADCA/bPh5dHCdqCM/s1600-h/P1120632-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960683174197826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI-xZ_ekI/AAAAAAAADCA/bPh5dHCdqCM/s400/P1120632-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI-_1ofoI/AAAAAAAADB4/8DPp7OYiQpE/s1600-h/P1120627.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960687048228482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI-_1ofoI/AAAAAAAADB4/8DPp7OYiQpE/s400/P1120627.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI-mMSPwI/AAAAAAAADBw/84I1Cz_6unY/s1600-h/P1120626.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960680163917570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SgYI-mMSPwI/AAAAAAAADBw/84I1Cz_6unY/s400/P1120626.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div><br /></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-57697843647315126162009-04-17T16:14:00.000-07:002009-04-17T16:15:26.190-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SekNgguSsRI/AAAAAAAACBw/CTXWpcuMHDk/s1600-h/jim_morrisson2_lrg+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325802886533394706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SekNgguSsRI/AAAAAAAACBw/CTXWpcuMHDk/s400/jim_morrisson2_lrg+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-84085693973625181572009-04-17T15:20:00.000-07:002009-04-17T15:31:57.833-07:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325789394792577714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SekBPMEnerI/AAAAAAAACAA/uGMC7PyQld8/s400/poeta1.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SekBPv9U4TI/AAAAAAAACAg/2M9HZidR7bs/s1600-h/poeta5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325789404425675058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SekBPv9U4TI/AAAAAAAACAg/2M9HZidR7bs/s400/poeta5.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> <span style="font-size:85%;">"...eu sou como eu sou / pronome pessoal intransferível do homem que eu iniciei na medida do impossível..." Torquato Neto</span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325789398195179458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SekBPYv3D8I/AAAAAAAACAY/yy7idiJHFZI/s400/poeta4.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><strong>"a poesia torna visível o invisível" G.Q.</strong></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325789397995132898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SekBPYAKl-I/AAAAAAAACAQ/ybPmcsCMv4s/s400/poeta3.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><strong>"onde foi parar a poesia desta realidade? Aonde está a magia?" G.Q.</strong></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325789398584495954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SekBPaMrj1I/AAAAAAAACAI/1QwHepc2Hv8/s400/poeta2.jpg" border="0" /><strong>"a arte é a vida , a fantasia é a única realidade" G.Q. </strong></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36141026.post-12669681299563303822009-04-14T16:00:00.000-07:002009-04-14T16:05:26.405-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SeUVz_6WENI/AAAAAAAAB_4/1HuvuRZJ1Mc/s1600-h/ÃRVORE_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324686117509140690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hRywekE3g4/SeUVz_6WENI/AAAAAAAAB_4/1HuvuRZJ1Mc/s400/%C3%81RVORE_1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">"...Uma vez de manhã cedo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">manhã de sentidos e luz.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">Não havia entre ti e o mundo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">nem névoas nem véus.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">O céu era incompreensível como agora,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">talvez mais alto mas não tão distante..."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">Werner Aspenstrom</span></strong><br /></span></div>Gean Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03708188964650133752noreply@blogger.com0