tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post8458507632091608708..comments2023-07-17T07:25:52.477-07:00Comments on floribundo: e.e.cummingsfloribundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729406256274916070noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-39292149820007394692011-01-03T11:04:28.404-08:002011-01-03T11:04:28.404-08:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekztx2Zuyuc&fea...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekztx2Zuyuc&feature=relatedfloribundohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13729406256274916070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-89734759574856696862010-08-02T18:52:29.550-07:002010-08-02T18:52:29.550-07:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AcK1TOVAB4&fea...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AcK1TOVAB4&feature=related :DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-69651433884446063982010-08-02T18:47:57.815-07:002010-08-02T18:47:57.815-07:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CedB4i2iXIA&fea...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CedB4i2iXIA&feature=fvwAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-6268274412582354682010-08-02T18:36:45.871-07:002010-08-02T18:36:45.871-07:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3XYcV1JpFA&fea...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3XYcV1JpFA&feature=relatedAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-74228124286805169432010-08-02T18:29:00.783-07:002010-08-02T18:29:00.783-07:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs2bj0508_4http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs2bj0508_4Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-70701256002092934792010-08-01T17:27:10.147-07:002010-08-01T17:27:10.147-07:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9ioe6clKy8http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9ioe6clKy8floribundohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13729406256274916070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-12186570535344368022010-07-30T18:48:49.022-07:002010-07-30T18:48:49.022-07:00hoje:
No centro de um planalto vazio
Como se fosse...hoje:<br />No centro de um planalto vazio<br />Como se fosse em qualquer lugar<br />Como se a vida fosse um perigo<br />Como se houvesse faca no ar<br /><br />Como se fosse urgente e preciso<br />Como é preciso desabafar<br />Qualquer maneira de amar varia<br />E Léo e Bia souberam amar<br /><br />Como se não fosse tão longe<br />Brasília de Belém do Pará<br />Como castelos nascem dos sonhos<br />Pra no real achar seu lugar<br /><br />Como se faz com todo cuidado<br />A pipa que precisa voar<br />Cuidar de amor exige mestria<br />e Léo e Bia souberam amar<br /><br />hoje com anos atrás!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-15002441358808998652010-07-30T18:44:48.561-07:002010-07-30T18:44:48.561-07:00gosto de pensar que sou Manoel de barros mulher :
...gosto de pensar que sou Manoel de barros mulher :<br />Eu tenho um ermo enorme dentro do olho. Por motivo do ermo não fui um menino<br />peralta. Agora tenho saudade do que não fui. Acho que o que faço agora é o que não<br />pude fazer na infância. Faço outro tipo de peraltagem. Quando era criança deveria<br />pular muro do vizinho para catar goiaba. Mas não havia vizinho. Em vez de<br />peraltagem eu fazia solidão. Brincava de fingir que pedra era lagarto. Que lata era<br />navio. Que sabugo era um servinho mal resolvido e igual a um filhote de gafanhoto.<br />Cresci brincando no chão, entre formigas. De uma infância livre e sem<br />comparamentos. Eu tinha mais comunhão com as coisas do que comparação. Porque<br />se a gente fala a partir de ser criança, a gente faz comunhão: de um orvalho e sua<br />aranha, de uma tarde e suas garças, de um pássaro e sua árvore. Então eu trago das<br />minhas raízes crianceiras a visão comungante e oblíqua das coisas. Eu sei dizer sem<br />pudor que o escuro me ilumina. É um paradoxo que ajuda a poesia e que eu falo sem<br />pudor. Eu tenho que essa visão oblíqua vem de eu ter sido criança em algum lugar<br />perdido onde havia transfusão da natureza e comunhão com ela. Era o menino e os<br />bichos. Era o menino e o sol. O menino e o sol. O menino e o rio. Era o menino e as<br />árvores.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-77136705486868416612010-07-30T18:41:50.739-07:002010-07-30T18:41:50.739-07:00Uso as palavras para compor meus silêncios.
Não go...Uso as palavras para compor meus silêncios.<br />Não gosto das palavras<br />fatigadas de informar.<br />Dou mais respeito<br />às que vivem de barriga no chão<br />tipo água pedra sapo.<br />Entendo bem o sotaque das águas.<br />Dou respeito às coisas desimportantes<br />e aos seres desimportantes.<br />Prezo inseto mais que aviões.<br />Prezo a velocidade<br />das tartarugas mais que a dos mísseis.<br />Tenho em mim esse atraso de nascença.<br />Eu fui aparelhado<br />para gostar de passarinhos.<br />Tenho abundância de ser feliz por isso.<br />Meu quintal é maior do que o mundo.<br />Sou um apanhador de desperdícios:<br />Amo os restos<br />como as moscas.<br />Queria que a minha voz tivesse o formato de canto.<br />Porque eu não sou da informática:<br />eu sou da invencionática.<br />Só uso a palavra para compor meus silêncios<br />Manoel de BarrosAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-8931645978715505782010-07-30T18:16:56.312-07:002010-07-30T18:16:56.312-07:00ela sabe o que é o amor? http://galerias.escritaco...ela sabe o que é o amor? http://galerias.escritacomluz.com/rlourenco/album18/aabAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914632555561528153.post-66086452992045779642010-07-30T18:10:20.234-07:002010-07-30T18:10:20.234-07:00It is about love? I know about too:
There are plac...It is about love? I know about too:<br />There are places I remember<br />All my life though some have changed<br />Some forever not for better<br />Some have gone and some remain<br /><br />All these places had their moments<br />With lovers and friends I still can recall<br />Some are dead and some are living<br />In my life I've loved them all<br /><br />But of all these friends and lovers<br />There is no one compared with you<br />And these memories lose their meaning<br />When I think of love as something new<br /><br />Though I know I'll never lose affection<br />For people and things that went before<br />I know I'll often stop and think about them<br />In my life I'll love you more<br /><br />Though I know I'll never lose affection<br />For people and things that went before<br />I know I'll often stop and think about them<br />In my life I'll love you more<br /><br />In my life I'll love you more...<br /><br />this is to listen: http://www.vagalume.com.br/nando-reis/o-segundo-sol.html - the one os most beautiful song about love that i ever heard!<br /><br />and again:<br />To lead a better life,<br />I need my love to be here.<br /><br />Here, making each day of the year<br />Changing my life with a wave of her hand<br />Nobody can deny that there's something there.<br /><br />There, running my hands through her hair<br />Both of us thinking how good it can be<br />Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there.<br /><br />I want her everywhere<br />and if she's beside me I know I need never care.<br />But to love her is to need her<br /><br />Everywhere, knowing that love is to share<br />each one believing that love never dies<br />watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.<br /><br />I want her everywhere<br />and if she's beside me I know I need never care.<br />But to love her is to need her.<br /><br />Everywhere, knowing that love is to share<br />each one believing that love never dies<br />watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.<br /><br />I will be there, and everywhere.<br />Here, there and everywhere.<br /><br /><br />and now one about hurts:<br />I was dreaming of the past,<br />And my heart was beating fast,<br />I began to lose control,<br />I began to lose control,<br />I didn't mean to hurt you,<br />I'm sorry that I made you cry,<br />I didn't want to hurt you,<br />I'm just a jealous guy.<br /><br />I was feeling insecure,<br />You might not love me anymore,<br />I was shivering inside,<br />I was shivering inside,<br />I didn't mean to hurt you,<br />I'm sorry that I made you cry,<br />I didn't want to hurt you,<br />I'm just a jealous guy.<br /><br />I didn't mean to hurt you,<br />I'm sorry that I made you cry,<br />I didn't want to hurt you,<br />I'm just a jealous guy.<br /><br />I was tryin' to catch your eye,<br />Thought that you was tryin' to hide,<br />I was swallowing my pain,<br />I was swallowing my pain,I didn't mean to hurt you,<br />I'm sorry that I made you cry,<br />I didn't want to hurt you,<br />I'm just a jealous guy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com