tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40745078440132149552024-03-13T20:31:20.420-07:00O que fica de mim...... é poesia, sempre.Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-11405046833494573532011-04-18T08:20:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:20:18.091-07:00<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"... e o desejo de hoje é que o sonho desta noite volte com o sono da próxima noite."</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">fernanda.</span></i>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-91642558593946733072011-04-14T08:01:00.000-07:002011-04-14T08:02:52.671-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">" mais </div><div style="text-align: center;">uma vez</div><div style="text-align: center;">vou </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>fingir </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">que </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">não </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> vi "</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>post scriptum:</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">o que seria o ato de fingir?</div><div style="text-align: left;">o que tem por trás do fingimento?</div><div style="text-align: left;">o sorriso sem graça é o cartaz que vem na frente.</div><div style="text-align: left;">é ele quem abre as alas para a resposta que o fingidor não queria tanto:</div><div style="text-align: left;">" oi. "</div><div style="text-align: left;">mas eu queria ter dito mais.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>fernanda.</i></div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-63515322781986085362011-04-13T11:05:00.000-07:002011-04-13T11:05:29.768-07:00solidão<div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar, </i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>namorar, passear ou fazer sexo... </i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Isto é <b>carência</b>.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><div><div style="text-align: center;">Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos </div><div style="text-align: center;">pela ausência de entes queridos que não podem mais voltar... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Isto é <b>saudade</b>.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se impõe, </div><div style="text-align: center;">às vezes, para realinhar os pensamentos... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Isto é <b>equilíbrio</b>.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Solidão não é o claustro involuntário que o destino </div><div style="text-align: center;">nos impõe compulsoriamente para que revejamos a nossa vida... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Isto é um princípio da <b>natureza</b>.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Isto é <b>circunstância</b>. </div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Solidão é muito mais do que isto.</div></div></i></span></span><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Solidão é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos e </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>procuramos em vão pela nossa alma...."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"><b><br />
</b></div></i></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;">[Chico Buarque]</div></i></span></div></i></span></div></i></span></div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-90678520311037397962011-04-12T12:56:00.000-07:002011-04-12T12:56:01.202-07:00uns versos<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Sou sua noite, sou seu quarto</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Se você quiser dormir</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Eu me despeço</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Eu em pedaços</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Como um silêncio ao contrário</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Enquanto espero</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Escrevo uns versos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Depois rasgo</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><i>Sou seu fado, sou seu bardo</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">Se você quiser ouvir</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">O seu eunuco, o seu soprano</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">Um seu arauto</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">Eu sou o sol da sua noite em claro,</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">Um rádio</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">Eu sou pelo avesso sua pele</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">O seu casaco</div></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Se você vai sair</i></div></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: right;">O seu asfalto</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: right;">Se você vai sair</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Eu chovo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: right;">Sobre o seu cabelo pelo seu itinerário</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: right;">Sou eu o seu paradeiro</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: right;">Em uns versos que eu escrevo</div></span></i><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><i>Depois rasgo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><i>[Adriana Calcanhoto]</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-73537662334557604422011-04-07T13:25:00.000-07:002011-04-07T13:25:29.611-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9hSt7gv6D190vhuV0ZJVS0IeYf6qpFri8saTQu6jdtZ9XNutfkrC7rtlvTrFYMYt1NzA229dWqmwY-dY5vNFURH98_SUOIweNwsCfXpidPjdgfBWKSKiZcVElKEn59dnyvnonk1w-vJt/s1600/tumblr_lc3v0eYXR21qed1w0o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas">"Je n'oublierai jamais</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas">ses paroles..."</span></span></i></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"><br />
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</span></span></i>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-59753250978395197982011-04-07T13:17:00.000-07:002011-04-13T15:23:34.115-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;">"ainda não encontrei nada igual:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;">nem gosto, nem cheiro, nem forma...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;">és único. és saudade."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;">fernanda.</span></div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-66742939404189548622011-04-07T13:12:00.000-07:002011-04-07T13:14:21.894-07:00"Espere o <b><i>doce</i> </b>(talvez amargo, não se sabe...)<br />
remédio do <i>tempo </i>administrado por Deus.<br />
Perguntas o que será feito de ti no dia de amanhã...<br />
Mas <i><b>quanto importa o destino</b> </i>ante os jogos<br />
de mentiras e verdades, de erros e acertos?<br />
Vale muito pouco até que saibamos aproveitar<br />
o que nos compete <i><b>neste minuto</b></i>.<br />
O que fazemos hoje decide<br />
o que seremos amanhã.<br />
Espere com paciência.<br />
<i><b>Beba o tempo</b></i>."<br />
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Fernanda.Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-31816643955725628782011-04-07T13:02:00.000-07:002011-04-07T13:02:45.910-07:00convite"... Como a ensaiar uma dança tímida, os pensamentos dela se movimentavam: eles quase diziam para ela dançar também, numa esperança, não sei se inútil, de fazer com que ficasse calma."<br />
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Fernanda.Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-51651158630479155012011-04-07T12:58:00.000-07:002011-04-07T12:58:43.823-07:00<b>"Eis que surge o <i>tempo </i>da saudade...</b><br />
<b><i>Indomável </i>e inquietante."</b><br />
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<b>Fernanda.</b>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-34288919073910784832011-03-29T11:34:00.001-07:002011-03-29T11:36:56.283-07:00Consideração do poema<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Não rimarei a palavra <b>sono</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">com a incorrespondente palavra outono.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rimarei com a palavra <b>carne</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ou qualquer outra, que todas me convêm.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As palavras não nascem amarradas,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">elas <b>saltam</b>, se <b>beijam</b>, se dissolvem,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">no céu livre por vezes um desenho,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">são <b>puras</b>, largas, <b>autênticas</b>, <b>indevassáveis</b>."</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">[Carlos Drummond de Andrade]</span></div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-24122279672809035332011-03-24T15:32:00.000-07:002011-03-24T15:33:40.704-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTXz1JtPThd6Z69BeMQaP0vD5Gy-jIk-5WUwQjGXN0-wyivBkYNI4XwUgEivc2owMEi0UdcMxSZhtFSOq2uqJ7lU63EXgUyIAwlULMblT51r6FbcCQ4jDeE88-H-CAQzuTBDE3ypZ9nVi/s1600/sorriso_flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTXz1JtPThd6Z69BeMQaP0vD5Gy-jIk-5WUwQjGXN0-wyivBkYNI4XwUgEivc2owMEi0UdcMxSZhtFSOq2uqJ7lU63EXgUyIAwlULMblT51r6FbcCQ4jDeE88-H-CAQzuTBDE3ypZ9nVi/s200/sorriso_flor.jpg" width="173" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">... e</div><div style="text-align: left;">passou</div><div style="text-align: left;">d i s t r i b u i n d o</div><div style="text-align: left;">votos </div><div style="text-align: left;">de</div><div style="text-align: left;">esperança...<br />
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Fernanda.</div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-53154581552538952102011-03-21T07:52:00.000-07:002011-03-21T07:52:27.655-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">por um <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">segundo </span></i></b>eu pensei</div><div style="text-align: center;">que pudesse</div><div style="text-align: center;">ganhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">um</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">mundo</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fernanda.</div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-50142105898613294762011-03-16T12:29:00.000-07:002011-03-16T12:29:21.180-07:00"Há alguma coisa em tuas <b><i>formas</i></b><div>que remonta toda uma história...</div><div>Dela <b><i>não sei</i></b> uma só palavra:</div><div>sei que está <b style="font-style: italic;">atada </b>a <i style="font-weight: bold;">mim</i>, nada mais."</div><div><br />
</div><div>Fernanda.</div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-39601805015406946522011-03-15T18:13:00.000-07:002011-03-15T18:13:25.840-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">"O <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">tempo</span> me anestesiou contra alguns males:</div><div style="text-align: center;">aprendi a ter <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">paciência</span>."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fernanda.</div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-25197167582635427162011-03-15T17:55:00.000-07:002011-03-15T17:55:32.361-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>"Ainda procuro pelo 'por que'</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Os seus olhos são uma contradição às palavras."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Fernanda.</i></span>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-21916591460867162212011-03-15T17:41:00.000-07:002011-03-15T17:43:14.817-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"O teu </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">carinho </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">é como</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">chuva mansa </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">deitando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">em mim..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fernanda.</div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-34797236486536260792011-03-15T17:19:00.000-07:002011-03-15T17:57:44.452-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">"A inspiração vem e vai sem compromisso.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Espera pelo papel,</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">pela caneta</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">e pelas mãos do poeta."</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Fernanda.</div></div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-88423451935027930772011-03-15T17:17:00.000-07:002011-03-15T17:42:04.325-07:00<i>"É só amar teu corpo,</i><br />
<i>pro meu corpo transbordar em versos novos."</i><br />
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<i>Fernanda.</i>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-99456722980235862011-03-15T17:11:00.000-07:002011-03-15T17:11:19.545-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E saio detrás das palavras.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Me descolo das letras da poesia e me apresento a você:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">nua, sem entrelinhas.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Fernanda.</span>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-87555034157988232912011-03-13T09:27:00.000-07:002011-03-13T09:27:45.809-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Que me perdoem</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Se eu insisto nesse tema</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Se eu não sei fazer poema ou canção</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Que fale de outra coisa que não seja o amor</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Se o quadradismo dos meus versos</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Vai de encontro aos intelectos</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Que não usam o coração</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Como expressão..."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Pedacinho de música...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>("Você abusou" - Diogo Nogueira)</i></div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-65773043249797842862011-03-13T09:20:00.000-07:002011-03-15T17:49:02.180-07:00<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUNZm2xuxhwloKt381L4ZPx67uPlRBDEVrb8G_Yri84E6v0uBCnN1H6JF2a8VjnwaazJxM3Hh7SR6y6hZW5T6chcPJBfO69Wuhf1wVHVnnRqcvL3ud2V_EQrYGhTmZegOU5uMGMFY2x5G/s1600/alfredomunhoz-caminhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUNZm2xuxhwloKt381L4ZPx67uPlRBDEVrb8G_Yri84E6v0uBCnN1H6JF2a8VjnwaazJxM3Hh7SR6y6hZW5T6chcPJBfO69Wuhf1wVHVnnRqcvL3ud2V_EQrYGhTmZegOU5uMGMFY2x5G/s320/alfredomunhoz-caminhos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>"Deixo marcada</div><div style="text-align: right;">onde quer que eu passe</div><div style="text-align: right;">Uma saudade sufocada</div><div style="text-align: right;">Parece-me um grito preso</div><div style="text-align: right;">Um nó na garganta</div><div style="text-align: right;">Um frio no estômago."</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">Fernanda.</div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-60907161163668421692011-02-04T18:02:00.000-08:002011-02-04T18:02:33.450-08:00<blockquote>"Ando meio desligado..</blockquote><i><blockquote><i>Eu nem sinto meus pés no chão</i></blockquote><b><blockquote><i><b>Olho e não vejo nada</b></i></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Eu só penso se você me quer</span></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><blockquote><br />
</blockquote></span><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Eu não vejo a hora de lhe dizer</span></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Aquilo tudo que eu decorei</span></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">E depois do beijo que eu já sonhei</span></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Você vai sentir</span></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Mas por favor, não me leve a mal</span></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Eu só quero que você me queira..."</span></span></blockquote><br />
Pato Fu. </b></i>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-54372485208511935322010-11-10T19:28:00.000-08:002010-11-30T11:22:38.163-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnORTzuF_Atc2JEJX3ZBtB92iw2VuQzTMkZMmFkdYs1vKlsaXUVKIyjsJEAXGSVftYZLtrEIoHyHItDmX5MmbvXyqfWQ3bLdZrhflW1IrxWrpp6yjTD_2anj7bQKXmIc3y8NVMBlm4oaCv/s1600/como_esquecer_a_dor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnORTzuF_Atc2JEJX3ZBtB92iw2VuQzTMkZMmFkdYs1vKlsaXUVKIyjsJEAXGSVftYZLtrEIoHyHItDmX5MmbvXyqfWQ3bLdZrhflW1IrxWrpp6yjTD_2anj7bQKXmIc3y8NVMBlm4oaCv/s320/como_esquecer_a_dor.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Como é que eu faço pra te esquecer,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Se a tua ausência te faz mais presente em mim?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Se a tua presença me faz querer mais presença?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Como é que eu faço pra te esquecer?"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Fernanda.</b></div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-69581723127575378432010-11-10T19:26:00.001-08:002010-11-30T11:25:37.652-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpyn8uIRtky5948STdmL1XQQMpScxLvMTAAoy6d_KMtFlw0af5H6UAa7IcJQb4XWrSOH2PzuudnyMKN9Q5_Bb8MIViKyFmOAbi-uvyfEb6KIScGQhwQIhlQiXxfdPr4_JF0lkBSRSuvX6/s1600/casalinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpyn8uIRtky5948STdmL1XQQMpScxLvMTAAoy6d_KMtFlw0af5H6UAa7IcJQb4XWrSOH2PzuudnyMKN9Q5_Bb8MIViKyFmOAbi-uvyfEb6KIScGQhwQIhlQiXxfdPr4_JF0lkBSRSuvX6/s320/casalinho.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Teu sorriso me desconcerta</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>É radioso, brilhante, sincero...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Teu olhar procura em mim</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Coisas que eu não sei o que são...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sorri pra mim outra vez!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Me dá a energia do teu abraço!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Quanto vazio tem aqui sem tua boca sorrindo..."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Fernanda.</b></div>Fernanda M. Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017495945910373920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074507844013214955.post-84406684290964369862010-11-10T19:24:00.000-08:002010-11-30T11:28:52.595-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnHzmig2BiFgnKl5pCjtZwx0L4Nj2zsiOs6HHmGQy3oxtOxokZQ2jWNPF2Z38np_DHylwGEd4WKSEaaTNzO2bjInOuA6SC9pt3fO5YLcIhUMKB_kZjERO5Ls3DYNV4GnybHOxH7gvtd4bp/s1600/escrevo+para+voc%25C3%25AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnHzmig2BiFgnKl5pCjtZwx0L4Nj2zsiOs6HHmGQy3oxtOxokZQ2jWNPF2Z38np_DHylwGEd4WKSEaaTNzO2bjInOuA6SC9pt3fO5YLcIhUMKB_kZjERO5Ls3DYNV4GnybHOxH7gvtd4bp/s1600/escrevo+para+voc%25C3%25AA.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Pra falta que eu sinto </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>não me sufocar</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Escrevo poesia</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Grito o teu nome no papel</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Te dou minha saudade em versos,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>pode ficar!"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Fernanda.</b></div><b><br />
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