tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42504037478468698802024-02-19T09:33:30.539-03:00Em verso e prosaFelipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-38402354761606441792011-06-14T15:28:00.008-03:002011-06-21T02:26:14.085-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8keiR8zxGyuhLJbWq7vh1VWZ1_tcE8_C0mi8Q_K9fAsIBY-D1x9w4byZnujWszT1tVubzziDvgY4vGc5DAYNj5k-V-LV2RGAAiIfu4kXdHD70kG0cnIFa3pe4cuS-PmQPSyM9MvwdPY/s1600/p%25C3%25ADncaro.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618254381718998530" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8keiR8zxGyuhLJbWq7vh1VWZ1_tcE8_C0mi8Q_K9fAsIBY-D1x9w4byZnujWszT1tVubzziDvgY4vGc5DAYNj5k-V-LV2RGAAiIfu4kXdHD70kG0cnIFa3pe4cuS-PmQPSyM9MvwdPY/s400/p%25C3%25ADncaro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Musa de meus pensamentos, encantas a mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">De uma forma especial e única.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Encantas por seres apenas tu,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">E por aparecer-me inteiramente nua tua alma</span>:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sem apêndices, nem maneirismos;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sem jogos, sem receitas...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Só ela, encantadoramente nua,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Penetra e desliza por entre meus ossos e me domina,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Como o predador à caça.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mas como certos pescadores que, tendo o peixe às mãos,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Se comprazem mais em devolvê-lo ao mar,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Assim tua alma me envolve e me domina, mas também liberta,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">E me eleva aos píncaros mais longínquos, do alto de onde</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Posso enxergar melhor a mim mesmo.</span><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Felipe Fonseca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Belém-PA, 14 de junho de 2011.</span></div></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-86305388198568096542011-01-28T17:19:00.006-03:002011-01-29T14:30:55.147-03:00Canto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeUxALLwuauHsTkvI2Ec5HlOIFtzA_jhxmMrgJtkDhXBqEuicyFJr4q_FshnX1tdlFaRkGly6u_xY_d-h0fY2LaaEVzECXlE0bm5Dn5R_jpWDWWanUvWkyLzQeWASF3nNU-hs74yYl44/s1600/chagall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeUxALLwuauHsTkvI2Ec5HlOIFtzA_jhxmMrgJtkDhXBqEuicyFJr4q_FshnX1tdlFaRkGly6u_xY_d-h0fY2LaaEVzECXlE0bm5Dn5R_jpWDWWanUvWkyLzQeWASF3nNU-hs74yYl44/s400/chagall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567341407075647682" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Agora que ouvi teu belo canto,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Ó pássaro livre e feliz,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E que beijei o vento ao escutar </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tua ode à liberdade de voar </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E de cantar e de ser sempre assim;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Agora mesmo é que não penso em prender-te,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Não te quero um pássaro triste,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Não te quero só pra mim.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Felipe Fonseca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Belém-PA, 28 de janeiro de 2011.</span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-2723277821183064232011-01-27T00:37:00.013-03:002011-01-28T17:49:45.723-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgk0qzKKGdoISR9iJbJxB1G7Wo_mYeJjx4GAE-NJp5rpIwj5FcYTJzVOIDcSTHyh-10okxroB0FNzHbpFTE-7Tj0FcPzpsRAwYrrfEgv-dgONDZrmm4MEgvtx3QR_KoEBgrNNWXinyq5Q/s1600/sonhos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgk0qzKKGdoISR9iJbJxB1G7Wo_mYeJjx4GAE-NJp5rpIwj5FcYTJzVOIDcSTHyh-10okxroB0FNzHbpFTE-7Tj0FcPzpsRAwYrrfEgv-dgONDZrmm4MEgvtx3QR_KoEBgrNNWXinyq5Q/s400/sonhos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567332479737895266" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Estás cansado, muito cansado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E, ainda assim, tantas noites em claro...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Pra que dormir, se podes sonhar acordado?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E o que é o sonhar, senão o saber sentir?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sentir a fundo, insistentemente.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Esquece o tempo, espaço, conceitos...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Não sejas refém do muro que construíste a tua volta.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Descasca a fruta e sente-lhe o sumo, sem pudores.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sente a ti e aos outros, e a tudo que te cerca. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Aprimora o sentir. Mas sintas sem definir.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Depois pensarás na essência das coisas!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Por enquanto, apenas sonha.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Felipe Fonseca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Belém-PA, 28 de janeiro de 2011.</span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-88633395884477447812010-12-29T09:32:00.002-03:002011-01-19T23:02:39.696-03:00Folhas secas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyL3oTLq6CsvVyKhugZX3Npk7a0nypjkEhyPiYr8VDO-KwV3VzMn86BIhBlGLTrh13cSRrC5c1e5bj31_dSsUULTZ5RRxZIM0blQTUYspBrIgQ-u5p10-JI2IoNAI7Kzkcya6ynd_x8nw/s1600/galho-com-folhas-secas-07219.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyL3oTLq6CsvVyKhugZX3Npk7a0nypjkEhyPiYr8VDO-KwV3VzMn86BIhBlGLTrh13cSRrC5c1e5bj31_dSsUULTZ5RRxZIM0blQTUYspBrIgQ-u5p10-JI2IoNAI7Kzkcya6ynd_x8nw/s400/galho-com-folhas-secas-07219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556120503231482898" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">Acorda amor, abre a janela.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">A chuva fina que molhava o batente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Almejando encontrar teu rosto cansado,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Com o tempo, se esvaiu.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Já não mais águas do céu caem, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Nem lágrimas dos teus olhos.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">O sol, aos poucos, se mostra por trás da última nuvem cinza,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Aquece as águas das folhas, a terra úmida,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E ilumina teus cabelos dourados.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Amor, desperta:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Vem ver as flores se abrindo e a vida que insiste;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Vem cantar uma canção com os pássaros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E sentir o perfume da rosa.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">O sol nasce a cada manhã e</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">As folhas mortas e secas são o estrume</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Da árvore que cresce</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">E da flor que se abre na primavera.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Felipe Fonseca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Belém-PA, 29 de dezembro de 2010.</span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-19574933535731686022010-12-08T14:30:00.001-03:002010-12-08T14:43:49.697-03:00Meditação<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfi81VeyLfPywjkufiX-SoAK3KWBJweyFtvO_j8gN3Vw25uEYiFzIfD0RztB-RiVxY_BbUYmvpFoMXhcT7ZuZGEmu2rMWgpZze7918Z2dK9XoU9IZFoq-QC0pMtm_2Ib4VQtK-MdJyhE/s1600/medita%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfi81VeyLfPywjkufiX-SoAK3KWBJweyFtvO_j8gN3Vw25uEYiFzIfD0RztB-RiVxY_BbUYmvpFoMXhcT7ZuZGEmu2rMWgpZze7918Z2dK9XoU9IZFoq-QC0pMtm_2Ib4VQtK-MdJyhE/s400/medita%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548366986657304914" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Depois da procela inaudita</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Subsiste, em pleno estio, uma desdita</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Uma dúvida que impõe sua presença.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Não que deva haver uma sentença</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Ou ser apagada alguma cicatriz do corpo cansado.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Porém, ao menos, saber-se inabalado.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Há que se ungir, por agrado,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">A santa carne do homem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Réstia de desesperança e incerteza</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Há que se entender, após milênios à mesa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Do ser que a vive e consome - </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">A vida, esse mistério intrincado.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Felipe Fonseca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Belém-PA, 08 de dezembro de 2010.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">foto: Leonardo Cerqueira de Melo em</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://br.olhares.com/meditacao_foto657999.html">http://br.olhares.com/meditacao_foto657999.html</a></span></div><div><br /></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-3494854558153958352010-11-30T08:32:00.006-03:002010-11-30T23:15:52.915-03:00A casca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid84nmFBZ3SeuXX61lUeCMRPumrPLhk6rnZp_FEkLwCeDVNxpHarlxO2H7K2jupsWbRaLNatT7LBnhu_EvwAsuiEHT4ov13XVw7eKG0kVzs9GdFG_cY_OSSvSikvsu5fx01WddGC50cl8/s1600/48747_Papel-de-Parede-Tronco-de-Arvore--48747_1440x900.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid84nmFBZ3SeuXX61lUeCMRPumrPLhk6rnZp_FEkLwCeDVNxpHarlxO2H7K2jupsWbRaLNatT7LBnhu_EvwAsuiEHT4ov13XVw7eKG0kVzs9GdFG_cY_OSSvSikvsu5fx01WddGC50cl8/s400/48747_Papel-de-Parede-Tronco-de-Arvore--48747_1440x900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545307410504513026" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Silencioso céu azul e branco de intensa luz,</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Inalcançável luz de afastamento</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Momentâneo e incompleto.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cristais de dor a refletir as horas,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eternamente breves,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Desse crepúsculo insensato:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Vago mar morto e sutil de um pranto,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tempo ilusório das horas;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dores profundamente breves</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que, teimosas, se eternizam</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">À flor da pele - casca porosa e seca,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Triste e cinzenta.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Belém-PA, 30 de novembro de 2010.</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-562458602678704192010-11-11T15:27:00.002-03:002010-11-11T15:31:38.009-03:00O Blog é nosso.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZf6z9iwwK-lD_7bXEGhyphenhyphenpRfe0PzK21Ifoa3q3N0p0mqx9qq4ahlX4Z2DejYt4rPm_QtlX1Y6QIZPJIEZJt-KQ9iQkfLvu1GVHJk4zNoHYA6BCkuVjnBLh8qKKohK-l4pMj0VOo26fyd0/s1600/blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZf6z9iwwK-lD_7bXEGhyphenhyphenpRfe0PzK21Ifoa3q3N0p0mqx9qq4ahlX4Z2DejYt4rPm_QtlX1Y6QIZPJIEZJt-KQ9iQkfLvu1GVHJk4zNoHYA6BCkuVjnBLh8qKKohK-l4pMj0VOo26fyd0/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538361292149693970" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Agradeço a todos que comentaram alguma vez e àqueles que comentam sempre neste espaço. Agradeço também àquelas pessoas que entram, lêem os poemas e não comentam, porque elas interagem, ainda que em silêncio: um poema - ou qualquer outra obra - somente se completa com o interlocutor. Sejam todos bem-vindos! O Blog é nosso.</span></span>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-64143456817306994042010-09-14T13:36:00.005-03:002010-09-14T14:22:55.444-03:00Feliz Lusitânia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7hZdOzfW2FZfVF_OjovChKu33EqqqSDvUyTZMzFiuk_XzCBhitClC8AXKPLYGUqaaav50Sq-5jXqcuo46MkFdJFIu16Hz5uasDFQRlguhSaSNXfwOKLrG6HFACyu684t4ssW4QJWUA1U/s1600/22_arvore_575xh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7hZdOzfW2FZfVF_OjovChKu33EqqqSDvUyTZMzFiuk_XzCBhitClC8AXKPLYGUqaaav50Sq-5jXqcuo46MkFdJFIu16Hz5uasDFQRlguhSaSNXfwOKLrG6HFACyu684t4ssW4QJWUA1U/s400/22_arvore_575xh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516820656631565394" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do sol o rio reflete uma luz.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nas árvores o vento balbucia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Para ternos casais uma elegia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E a um poema esse instante conduz.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Feliz Lusitânia, se ainda vivo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fosse Monet, ao te conhecer,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Por certo, imaginaria consigo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Um jeito de pintar-te ao entardecer.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do revitalizado prédio antigo,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Absorto, tenho nas mãos o antídoto</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que me entorpece os sentidos e a alma.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ó lindo céu azul, ó rio que acalma,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ó paisagem de silêncio eloqüente - </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Belém antiga, quero-te pra sempre!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Belém-PA, 14 de setembro de 2010.</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-88376826933204559612010-07-31T03:25:00.005-03:002010-07-31T04:55:58.489-03:00Horizonte<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4KgWiVV1g-a5YwPc-hqhaxp2-vSgPn4b1uw0AVelNVi_xhuLTGCn3CvCzrLFIhT2bC9rhAAcJRBy-EzWfZzQleCbsiD2FT0nhv-12C0s_JlwCEbbxlyWyg3vkMl-70Pz3vDT1FXCOoA/s1600/chuva-8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4KgWiVV1g-a5YwPc-hqhaxp2-vSgPn4b1uw0AVelNVi_xhuLTGCn3CvCzrLFIhT2bC9rhAAcJRBy-EzWfZzQleCbsiD2FT0nhv-12C0s_JlwCEbbxlyWyg3vkMl-70Pz3vDT1FXCOoA/s400/chuva-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499975832882437106" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Uma simples frase, uma lembrança,</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Uma letra, uma canção...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O poeta chora as mágoas,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mesmo sem ter intenção.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As palavras vêm surgindo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E pintam a tela da emoção.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Um quarto vazio, a cama arrumada</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E a doença do mundo: solidão.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O poeta quer se livrar - não consegue!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Em sua cabeça: confusão.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Já não quer pensar em nada;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Precisa seguir sua estrada.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Logo à frente um horizonte</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que precisa ser pintado</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Não sabe quando, nem onde,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Com que cores, que traçado...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Se o poeta tem que amar,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Também precisa ser amado.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Belém-PA, 31 de julho de 2010.</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-32338345878953857802010-07-29T01:01:00.005-03:002010-07-31T04:42:57.346-03:00Explicação<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgPABI0KMmX0Nx07I5J6xkUxkSrXCRP0CTf3y8aU4ELJ4NvfE8mAfskJf8SXQCNrgUXhTvCI3Eua1aDpuyBw_m0b9Fi-qf0TXBWPptD6KxVPV8oqboau-518M-eLhHl7DtkZMULJ56rE/s1600/explicacao.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgPABI0KMmX0Nx07I5J6xkUxkSrXCRP0CTf3y8aU4ELJ4NvfE8mAfskJf8SXQCNrgUXhTvCI3Eua1aDpuyBw_m0b9Fi-qf0TXBWPptD6KxVPV8oqboau-518M-eLhHl7DtkZMULJ56rE/s400/explicacao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499972467233225234" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Diz-me o que é a vida e pra que o viver.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Onde a lógica do mundo se encontra?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mostra-me o que é a morte e o que é o nascer,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Explicações que o homem há muito sonda.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Qual o móvel secreto das paixões?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E o verdadeiro amor, o que ele é</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que pode fazer mal aos corações?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">De que serve esta vida sem ter fé?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Perguntas infindas terei, ao certo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A vida é um oásis </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">– </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">também deserto!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E não há manual a se seguir...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Melhor é conformar-se à ignorância,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que a certeza do homem é só a ânsia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E a incerteza eterna do porvir.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Belém-PA, 28 de julho de 2010.</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-80902435802135341042010-07-20T16:37:00.006-03:002010-09-04T13:55:12.643-03:00Dúvida<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XGNSHgkjbfYF6NfBKDee-HZt-YvmqGxmsftH9OcXrConVj3h_hZJJ5kxEJ_lWX7JVPwtDySf-2durchTL4o7GlV-jxyhrze3FRJ6TU4cGO7wgaN31RNOp7yChELuRGinr181Kv7Ralw/s1600/d%C3%BAvida.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XGNSHgkjbfYF6NfBKDee-HZt-YvmqGxmsftH9OcXrConVj3h_hZJJ5kxEJ_lWX7JVPwtDySf-2durchTL4o7GlV-jxyhrze3FRJ6TU4cGO7wgaN31RNOp7yChELuRGinr181Kv7Ralw/s400/d%C3%BAvida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496075431807440034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Surge um sentimento:</span> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sentimento obscuro.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Burocraticamente nascido</span> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Do improvável</span> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Absurdo.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Semblantes disfarçados</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Num desatento mundo.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Bocas que desejam,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Olhares que revelam</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Fantasias insólitas...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">O mundo em desatino.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Roda o pensamento,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sopra o vento</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Aqui dentro</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Um sonho</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Um alento</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Uma canção.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dúvidas que emergem</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">De um instável presente,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Improvável futuro:</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Silêncio eloqüente</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Que martela o coração.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Belém-PA, 20 de julho de 2010</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-69061982788373922652010-07-17T12:08:00.002-03:002010-07-19T18:40:19.313-03:00Flores<a href="http://i.olhares.com/data/big/261/2616236.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i.olhares.com/data/big/261/2616236.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Em um dia de sol e de calor,<br />
Andando p’las areias, lentamente,<br />
Com a graça e a beleza de uma flor<br />
Apareceste, inesperadamente.<br />
<br />
Faltou-me o chão ao enxergar-te assim:<br />
Visão tão pura, inebriante e bela!<br />
Um misto de lírio, rosa e jasmim,<br />
Eras a própria primavera em tela.<br />
<br />
Renasceu, dentro em mim, de novo o amor,<br />
No momento em que eu menos esperava.<br />
Por teus carinhos livrei-me da dor...<br />
<br />
E quão bela é a serenata que escuto,<br />
Que sigo em frente, alegre e resoluto,<br />
Esquecido da mulher que eu amava.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Felipe Fonseca</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Belém-PA, 17 de julho de 2010.</span></span>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-90273718149940414392010-06-21T02:36:00.002-03:002010-07-31T05:07:53.450-03:00Soneto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwkIaEzHINjA5Edyog6c6WIPzhFT03aPDBf3MTx7oGBUfFRLwytRlA9tYm6erPFkICnmoyHttAK0PjHHH0VEieTaQbZQfMqifxdFsCKHTNljw4cEWhFGc0F-wP-Tf4dIAsDlEK09j784/s1600/pink-floyd-dark-side-of-the-moon-c00bc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwkIaEzHINjA5Edyog6c6WIPzhFT03aPDBf3MTx7oGBUfFRLwytRlA9tYm6erPFkICnmoyHttAK0PjHHH0VEieTaQbZQfMqifxdFsCKHTNljw4cEWhFGc0F-wP-Tf4dIAsDlEK09j784/s400/pink-floyd-dark-side-of-the-moon-c00bc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499978910535319538" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Agora, enfim, viver de novo a vida</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E, assim, olhar pra tudo diferente.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ver em todas as coisas, de repente,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O que escapava, o que eu não percebia.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Olhar o céu e ver um outro azul,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sentir um novo aroma no café.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O sol na cara, o vento, o andar a pé,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O mar, o litoral de norte a sul...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nadar num igarapé, depois correr.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chupar, no pé, a fruta, adormecer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E até fazer uma canção de amor...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Exijo, então, um pouco mais de mim.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A vida é quem ensina a ser assim.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E, assim, mais alegria em vez de dor.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Belém-PA, 21 de junho de 2010</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-64511735762789276432010-06-11T23:12:00.000-03:002010-06-14T11:30:44.518-03:00Lembrança<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.casafree.com/modules/xcgal/albums/userpics/45517/normal_Pink%20Floyd-The%20Division%20Bell.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.casafree.com/modules/xcgal/albums/userpics/45517/normal_Pink%20Floyd-The%20Division%20Bell.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>Alguma coisa do passado ainda resiste e mantém-se viva.</div><div>Algo que se não enxerga ou compreende.</div><div>Coisa que insiste e não se dissipa.</div><div>Restam cicatrizes invisíveis; manchas no inconsciente;</div><div>Lesões na alma.</div><div>Olho pra mim mesmo e vejo no espelho o que ‘inda resta:</div><div>Resta a negação, o avesso do amor – </div><div>O próprio amor doente a esvair-se, lentamente,</div><div>Sem mais vontade de lutar pela vida.</div><div>Sua morte já está certa, programada, desejada até!</div><div>Mas ele (o amor) ainda vive na lembrança.</div><div><br /></div><div>Felipe Fonseca</div><div>Belém-PA, 11 de junho de 2010.</div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-46817881028577283682010-06-10T10:54:00.000-03:002010-07-17T12:05:30.759-03:00Deus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzXTuNzkBIdh-D-3DGSw92orVd3JROPSg7htchPjTmGBXK9pCsG2EVmPTX9E3cbUdIaWdsGrW3NrlDrzjxwMw2_z1po_NlSsNMZU6oBi9E5_AME0yx0X1Jy58vH3Uf8oja2LUnRLaccgC/s320/yin_yang.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzXTuNzkBIdh-D-3DGSw92orVd3JROPSg7htchPjTmGBXK9pCsG2EVmPTX9E3cbUdIaWdsGrW3NrlDrzjxwMw2_z1po_NlSsNMZU6oBi9E5_AME0yx0X1Jy58vH3Uf8oja2LUnRLaccgC/s320/yin_yang.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Deus não é anterior ao mundo,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ele não o criou.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">É o mundo mesmo em si.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Deus é a própria criação,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">É a própria vida</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Em todos os sentidos,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Em todos os lugares.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ele permitiu que fôssemos,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cada um de nós,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Extensões dEle próprio</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Para se fazer presente</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Aqui e ali,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dentro e fora,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ontem, hoje e amanhã.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Deus é o melhor daquilo </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que não conseguimos encontrar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Em nós mesmos.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">É todo o amor que</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Não praticamos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">E é toda a maldade também.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Porque Ele permitiu</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que toda a diversidade</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fosse uma só coisa:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Um mistério, uma canção;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Uma energia eterna em movimento.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Transformação...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Belém, 20 de maio de 2010.</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-15694132169317578232010-06-09T08:53:00.000-03:002010-06-09T08:59:07.069-03:00Inspiração<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.senado.gov.br/sf/senado/portaldoservidor/jornal/Jornal82/Imagens/caneta_papel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.senado.gov.br/sf/senado/portaldoservidor/jornal/Jornal82/Imagens/caneta_papel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Vem, inspiração!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Eu te suplico a presença</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pra não haver desavença</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Entre mim, a caneta e o papel</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Vem que eu te espero ansioso</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Escravo da tua vontade,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Imploro a tua bondade</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pra um novo poema nascer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Se acaso não vieres... não tem problema!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Já me acostumei ao dilema</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">De seres sempre tu quem escolhe</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O dia, a hora e o tema.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Belém, 11 de maio de 2010.</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-26963153051652821732010-06-08T08:34:00.000-03:002010-06-08T08:38:01.560-03:00Separação<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgliFIzW6tSyC5YYELRHkLw_ZJ7IP0AHNtq1Nj31K-241BqevhYH3bMMRfy9ic56H278X3vFp-nOmDUGEm-bLIGd9q3c0iCMx8IO-zWDUYfts1uE8EhiKDSncwVQDXjpk_KRPqAua4bQ6z/s320/A_IMAGEM_DO_CASAL_SEPARADO.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgliFIzW6tSyC5YYELRHkLw_ZJ7IP0AHNtq1Nj31K-241BqevhYH3bMMRfy9ic56H278X3vFp-nOmDUGEm-bLIGd9q3c0iCMx8IO-zWDUYfts1uE8EhiKDSncwVQDXjpk_KRPqAua4bQ6z/s320/A_IMAGEM_DO_CASAL_SEPARADO.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="MsoNormal" style="font-size:small;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Insônia na noite furtiva</p><p class="MsoNormal">Medo que paralisa e sufoca</p><p class="MsoNormal">A boca à procura de um beijo,</p><p class="MsoNormal">Um olhar... o espelho</p><p class="MsoNormal">É uma lâmina que corta</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Martírio do corpo e da mente</p><p class="MsoNormal">Lembrança vívida e triste.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Particípio passado do amor</p><p class="MsoNormal">Que insiste no tempo presente</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Agonia de um peito vazio,</p><p class="MsoNormal">Um nadar de encontro à corrente</p><p class="MsoNormal">Incertezas da vida, confusões da alma</p><p class="MsoNormal">Que insistem em separar a gente.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Felipe Fonseca</p><p class="MsoNormal">Belém, 22 de abril de 2010.</p><p></p><p></p>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-63619308463411838222010-06-07T11:44:00.000-03:002010-06-07T11:48:00.870-03:00Festa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.refugiodosfalcoes.com.br/o_refugio/fotos/por_do_sol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.refugiodosfalcoes.com.br/o_refugio/fotos/por_do_sol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Solidão em meio à multidão.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Barulho de conversas cruzadas, calor humano.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Clima equatorial, latinidade à flor da pele.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Corpos que dançam, se encaram e se enroscam num balé sensual.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Lá fora, um lindo céu negro e laranja</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Marca a despedida de mais um dia de sol.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Penetro em outra realidade. Não ouço o som. Não vejo as pessoas.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Somente aquele céu cada vez menos laranja, cada vez mais negro.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">E a estrela que brilha mais forte e mais perto a cada minuto vira a “Senhora da Noite”.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Vem uma sensação de perda e vazio. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mas aquela estrela me diz, silenciosamente,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Que o sol brilha novamente a cada manhã.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Essa realidade é tão óbvia que as pessoas deixam de percebê-la.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ninguém ma mostrou tão bem quanto tu, “Senhora da Noite”, estrela da festa.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Vai e revela teus segredos a outros. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Quantos aqui não estão também sozinhos em meio à multidão?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Belém-PA, 07 de junho de 2010.</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-27998407851921831342010-05-27T10:45:00.000-03:002010-07-01T12:52:41.436-03:00Olhos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eddson.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/olhos_azuis2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://eddson.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/olhos_azuis2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Eu sinto em ti uma força vibrante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que, por vezes, se transmuta em paixão violenta.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mas, não sei como, nem porque, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Há uma constância nessa inconstância</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que mantém os meus pés firmes no chão.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A ciência não me explica</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mas, sendo humano, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Aos poucos aprendo a ler,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nos teus olhos de cólera, “Eu te amo!”.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Felipe Fonseca</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Belém, 30 de junho de 2009.</span></div></span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-53295576417206340452010-05-26T09:55:00.000-03:002010-05-26T10:14:51.419-03:00Tarde Cinzenta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.umsegredinho.blogger.com.br/Irlanda_GuardaChuva_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.umsegredinho.blogger.com.br/Irlanda_GuardaChuva_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sabe aqueles dias estranhos em que nos vem uma tristeza, assim de repente? Uma tristeza sem motivo aparente. Um aperto na garganta. Um peso na consciência, como se sentíssemos culpa por algo. Uma sensação de não pertencermos a esse mundo. Pelo menos não como ele se nos apresenta. Solidão. A opinião revoltada de nos sentirmos injustiçados... Será? Num certo dia desses resolvi derramar minhas lágrimas sobre o papel e registrar minha tristeza e todo o meu pessimismo momentâneo:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A chuva cai à tarde.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Uma imensa massa cinza</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pesa sobre meus ombros como uma bigorna.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sem pensar em nada, sinto-me nostálgico</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Como se lembrasse de um tempo feliz</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Que vivi não sei onde, nem quando.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mas a felicidade não existe nesse mundo;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nesse mundo só existem a chuva</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">, as tardes e tristeza.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Felipe Fonseca</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Belém-PA, 12 de dezembro de 2006.</span></span></div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-7972616679828634942010-05-25T00:32:00.000-03:002010-05-25T00:45:05.649-03:00Samba-choro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://typicallybrazilian.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/chorinho_mueller.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://typicallybrazilian.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/chorinho_mueller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Ah, <st2:verbetes st="on">esse</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">samba</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">choro</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">que</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">quando</st2:verbetes> escuto <st2:verbetes st="on">choro</st2:verbetes>...</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on">Choro</st2:verbetes> a <st1:hm st="on">pensar</st1:hm> nas <st2:verbetes st="on">coisas</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">que</st2:verbetes> vivi:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on">Chorinho</st2:verbetes> de <st2:verbetes st="on">amor</st2:verbetes> - <st2:verbetes st="on">choro</st2:verbetes> de <st2:verbetes st="on">saudade</st2:verbetes>,</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on">Chorinho</st2:verbetes> <st1:dm st="on">alegre</st1:dm> - <st2:verbetes st="on">choro</st2:verbetes> de <st2:verbetes st="on">nostalgia</st2:verbetes></p><p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on"><br /></st2:verbetes></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on">Em</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">cada</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">canção</st2:verbetes> vejo <st2:verbetes st="on">lembranças</st2:verbetes>, </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on">Momentos</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">que</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">não</st2:verbetes> voltarão.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on">Choro</st2:verbetes> <st3:sinonimos st="on">ritmado</st3:sinonimos> - <st2:verbetes st="on">coração</st2:verbetes> descompassado no <st2:verbetes st="on">andamento</st2:verbetes> da <st2:verbetes st="on">melodia</st2:verbetes></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on">Minha</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">alma</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">sempre</st2:verbetes> <st2:verbetes st="on">chora</st2:verbetes>, num samba-choro,</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st2:verbetes st="on">Toda</st2:verbetes> a <st1:dm st="on">melancolia</st1:dm>.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Felipe Fonseca</p><p class="MsoNormal">Belém-PA</p>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-67196940002701983482010-05-24T10:48:00.000-03:002010-05-24T10:51:32.005-03:00Ela<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shakirakurosawa.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/176177.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 450px; " src="http://shakirakurosawa.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/176177.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>Falta Ela?</div><div>Falta tudo</div><div>Tudo é falta,</div><div>Tudo é Ela.</div><div><br /></div><div>Falta é tudo</div><div>Ela? É falta</div><div>Dela tudo falta;</div><div>Tudo dela.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ela é tudo!</div><div>Falta? É Ela</div><div>De tudo, Ela é falta</div><div>Da falta, tudo é Ela.</div><div><br /></div><div>E nessa falta – </div><div>Falta dela</div><div>Quisera eu faltasse tudo</div><div>Que tudo fosse falta,</div><div>Menos Ela.</div><div><br /></div><div>Felipe Fonseca</div><div>Belém, dezembro de 2002.</div>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250403747846869880.post-11152304849920630802010-05-21T02:48:00.000-03:002010-05-24T10:32:56.249-03:00Faces<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jf-samoracorreia.pt/comuns/imagens/galeria/leziria/girass%C3%B3is.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://www.jf-samoracorreia.pt/comuns/imagens/galeria/leziria/girass%C3%B3is.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;">Quando <st1:verbetes st="on">menina</st1:verbetes>,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">És <st1:verbetes st="on">pétala</st1:verbetes> de <st1:verbetes st="on">flor</st1:verbetes>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">És <st1:verbetes st="on">fruta</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">fresca</st1:verbetes>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st2:dm st="on"><span style="Times: ">Doçura</span></st2:dm><span style="Times: "> <st2:dm st="on">suave</st2:dm> deixada na <st1:verbetes st="on">boca</st1:verbetes>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="Times: "><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">Se <st1:verbetes st="on">mulher</st1:verbetes>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">És <st1:verbetes st="on">ímpeto</st1:verbetes> e <st2:dm st="on">vigor</st2:dm>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Onda</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> de <st1:verbetes st="on">mar</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">agitado</st1:verbetes><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;">A <st2:hm st="on">penetrar</st2:hm> <st1:verbetes st="on">em</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">corações</st1:verbetes> de <st1:verbetes st="on">rocha</st1:verbetes>.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">És, <st1:verbetes st="on">então</st1:verbetes>, <st1:verbetes st="on">tempestade</st1:verbetes>:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Nuvens</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> preenchendo o <st1:verbetes st="on">imenso</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">vazio</st1:verbetes> de <st1:verbetes st="on">meu</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">céu</st1:verbetes>;<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Trovão</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> rompendo o <st1:verbetes st="on">silêncio</st1:verbetes> de <st1:verbetes st="on">meu</st1:verbetes> <st2:hm st="on">querer</st2:hm>;<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st2:dm st="on"><span style="Times: ">Relâmpago</span></st2:dm><span style="Times: "> iluminando <st1:verbetes st="on">meu</st1:verbetes> <st2:hm st="on">cantar</st2:hm>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="Times: "><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">E és, igualmente, <st1:verbetes st="on">um</st1:verbetes> <st2:dm st="on">rio</st2:dm> <st1:verbetes st="on">calmo</st1:verbetes>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Banho</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> de <st1:verbetes st="on">cachoeira</st1:verbetes>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Passeio</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> de <st1:verbetes st="on">mãos</st1:verbetes> dadas <st1:verbetes st="on">em</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">campos</st1:verbetes> de girassóis.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="Times: "><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">E <st1:verbetes st="on">te</st1:verbetes> sabendo <st1:verbetes st="on">assim</st1:verbetes> - <st1:verbetes st="on">em</st1:verbetes> duas <st1:verbetes st="on">faces</st1:verbetes>:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Serena</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> e <st1:verbetes st="on">forte</st1:verbetes>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Rápida</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> e <st1:verbetes st="on">meiga</st1:verbetes>,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Amante</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: ">, <st1:verbetes st="on">amiga</st1:verbetes><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="Times: "><st1:verbetes st="on"><br /></st1:verbetes></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Que</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> <st1:verbetes st="on">me</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">falta</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">ainda</st1:verbetes> <st2:hm st="on">descobrir</st2:hm>?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Que</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> <st1:verbetes st="on">mais</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">em</st1:verbetes> ti posso <st2:hm st="on">querer</st2:hm>,</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">Se és <st1:verbetes st="on">menina</st1:verbetes> e és <st1:verbetes st="on">mulher</st1:verbetes><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><st1:verbetes st="on"><span style="Times: ">Em</span></st1:verbetes><span style="Times: "> <st1:verbetes st="on">meu</st1:verbetes> <st2:hm st="on">cantar</st2:hm>, <st1:verbetes st="on">em</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">minha</st1:verbetes> <st1:verbetes st="on">vida</st1:verbetes>?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="Times: "><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: ;font-family:georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">Felipe Fonseca<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="Times: "><span style="font-family:georgia;">Belém-PA, 11 de dezembro de 2002<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Felipe Fonsecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799101916007233056noreply@blogger.com1