tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73013352947812853822011-08-11T06:46:47.776-07:00A poesia acontece. Logo, a inspiração não existe. Só, às vezes, aparece. E foge...Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-10381691992910586122011-04-05T11:49:00.000-07:002011-04-05T11:49:11.264-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nunca sei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">quando o pássaro vagabundo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">entra por minha alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">adentro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mas gosto que chegue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">me inquiete</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e me diga coisas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que ninguém diz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Depois</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">agradeço-lhe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">ele parte livremente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e fico à espera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">à espera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que ele volte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /><img xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" />&nbsp;</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-1038169199291058612?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-45073808135903179082011-04-05T11:45:00.000-07:002011-04-05T11:45:41.273-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" />&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tive a honra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de falar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">com a ternura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">perguntei-lhe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">onde morava</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">sem resposta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">esperar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">E respondeu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">por aí</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">em muitos lugares</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">até ao relento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">na rua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tive a honra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de falar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">com a ternura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">extasiado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">fiquei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-4507380813590317908?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-42670838236908860022011-04-05T11:43:00.000-07:002011-04-05T11:43:23.841-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Entre o gesto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e a pele</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">é que as mãos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">habitam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">O seu lugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">é no corpo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">do espanto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">na sua nudez</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">quando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">se prolongam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">para lá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">do infinito</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-4267083823690886002?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-63397442149376682052011-04-05T11:41:00.000-07:002011-04-05T11:41:53.806-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Da noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">salvo os dias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Há muito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que assim é</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não sei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">se é sabedoria</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas assim é</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-6339744214937668205?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-18608765252822884362011-04-05T11:37:00.000-07:002011-04-05T11:39:39.989-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Junto meu braço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">ao teu abraço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">E em paz</span><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">fico</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-1860876525282288436?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-55216337950867140322011-04-05T11:35:00.000-07:002011-04-05T11:35:23.170-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fugi pela janela</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">encontrei-te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">no ar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">juntos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">voámos</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-5521633795086714032?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-30749695353904351952011-04-05T11:30:00.000-07:002011-04-05T11:30:45.577-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não sei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">o teu nome</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que já</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">disseste</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">E sei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que não</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">o</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">esqueci</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">não sei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">o</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">teu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">nome</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /><img xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" />&nbsp;</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-3074969535390435195?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-48044792744508868612011-03-30T17:30:00.000-07:002011-03-30T17:30:56.351-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" />&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">PEQUENO VOO<br />(sem pára-quedas)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="text_exposed_show">O que em mim dorme<br />já não é a falta<br /><br />mas esse sonho<br />de não haver<br />dois pesos <br />e duas medidas<br />para a fome<br /><br />O que em mim dorme<br />já não é a falta<br /><br />mas o depois</span></span></span></h6><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-4804479274450886861?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-78425529519332555212011-03-16T21:30:00.000-07:002011-03-16T21:30:38.755-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" />&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Entre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">o espanto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e a palavra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">descubro-te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">antes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de saber</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">o</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">fazer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mim</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-7842552951933255521?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-42599105363954606312011-03-16T21:23:00.000-07:002011-03-16T21:31:56.121-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /><img xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" />&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sento-me&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">no teu colo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">enquanto&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">não chegas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e oculto </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">última</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">lágrima</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-4259910536395460631?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-44549209460076582852010-11-12T15:33:00.000-08:002010-11-12T15:36:15.832-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pois leva-me<br />leva-me às lágrimas<br />ao cume da alegria<br />e do sorriso<br /><br />conduz-me<br />com as tuas mãos voláteis<br /><br />o teu jeito de gaivota<br />à alvorada do teu nome<br />em ritmos de mistério<br /><br />que só tu conheces<br />eleva-te<br />e leva-me contigo<br />num desaforo da alma<br />ao infinito dos sonhos<br />e da neve<br />depois<br />podes deixar-me lá<br />entre nuvens e sóis postos<br />no sossego de marés<br />entre os dedos<br />leva-me pois<br /><br />fico à tua espera<br /><br /><br />ma.junho.o7 </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-4454920946007658285?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-39292575815023407282010-10-27T07:33:00.000-07:002010-11-01T23:27:35.684-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" />&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Quando nascemos,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">em trapos enrolados somos.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Para a inteira vida,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">dos trapos não nos safamos.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Seja casamento ou baptizado,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de trapos formados vamos.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Trapos do dia-a-dia:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">um pouco menos compostos.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none" style="text-align: center;"><div class="photo_img"><img class="img" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs459.ash2/73216_1684574034951_1255620442_1903739_135607_n.jpg" style="width: 420px;" /></div></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Festas, domingos e missa:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>colarinho bem passado.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Trapos. Trapos. Trapos.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Para tudo e para o nada.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Até na morte.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E, ainda,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>dizem:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>velhos</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>são</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>os</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>trapos.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E os trapinhos,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>onde cabem?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-3929257581502340728?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-55629332198238540582010-10-20T22:30:00.000-07:002010-10-20T22:30:15.609-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os azuis da ternura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">nunca se esgotam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">ora um pouco mais</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mesmo um pouco menos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">os azuis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">da ternura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">permanecem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-5562933219823854058?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-30344578216256475282010-10-19T01:16:00.000-07:002010-10-19T01:20:48.184-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" />&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: large;">Uma dor no estômago</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">uma dor na alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a querer abraçar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> o mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a querer abraçar-te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a ti</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-3034457821625647528?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-7722166255385505702010-10-08T16:03:00.000-07:002010-10-19T01:12:41.817-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela sentada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">na soleira da porta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ele de pé</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">com o yo-yo na mão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">olham-se de frente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">numa ternura estampada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">no rosto dos dois</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Têm doze anos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">e esperam ser felizes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">um dia</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-772216625538550570?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-8195552678434981372010-03-16T16:11:00.001-07:002010-03-17T19:15:11.530-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg">*<br /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Em todos os lugares<br />há gente assim<br />uns com fome<br />outros a ver se sim<br /><br />mas tenho um velho amigo<br />que a tudo diz não<br />não pensa no futuro<br />diz ter tudo na mão<br /><br />em todos os lugares<br />há gente assim<br />sem medo da morte<br />a saber dizer não<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-819555267843498137?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-33606170057164022692010-03-16T16:08:00.000-07:002010-11-14T16:58:01.861-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px;" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">as estrelas<br />não têm<br />qualquer<br />importância<br /><br />vivem<br />tão longe<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-3360617005716402269?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-22939479553075262612010-03-15T13:55:00.000-07:002010-03-15T14:01:28.295-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">entra no metro<br />apanha a ligação<br />sai<br />vai a pé<br />chega ao trabalho<br /><br />cinco minutos<br />de desconto<br />no cartão<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">a vida está negra<br />leva lancheira<br />almoço na rua<br />rotina rotineira<br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-2293947955307526261?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-76546303086447583652010-03-15T13:39:00.000-07:002010-03-15T13:55:38.528-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Aos amigos</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">quantas vezes disse</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">bom-dia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">com vontade</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">de partir</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a cara do mundo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">quantas vezes</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-7654630308644758365?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-17782816053253062442010-03-15T08:26:00.000-07:002010-03-15T13:47:00.361-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">a tua presença<br /> o teu jeito de dançares<br /> o teu sorriso fugaz<br /> as tuas mãos nervosas<br /> o teu coração subtil<br /><br /> fazes-me bem<br /><br /> e finges que não sabes<br /> que volto a ser menino<br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-1778281605325306244?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-28933119712963522502010-03-15T08:16:00.000-07:002010-03-15T13:47:37.467-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">foi o rumo da vida<br />foi a direção do vento<br />foi a falta de pão<br /> foi a falta de sorte<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> tudo lhe faltou<br /> quando não devia<br /><br /> morreu ontem<br /> e fazia anos<br /><br /> de abandono<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-2893311971296352250?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-84335068991765146432010-03-15T08:08:00.000-07:002010-03-15T13:48:10.927-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"> entre caminhos<br /> e outras esperas<br /><br /> o homem se perdeu<br /><br /> e apesar<br /> de ter tentado<br /><br /> nunca mais<br /> se encontrou</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-8433506899176514643?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-4076648263590141782010-03-14T16:33:00.001-07:002010-03-15T08:09:38.091-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">O vento<br /> também passou por aqui.<br /><br /> Apenas<br /> fez tremer a roupa<br /> na varanda a secar.<br /><br /> Parece que só<br /> faltaram lágrimas,<br /><br /> quando<br /> fumava<br /> o último<br /> cigarro.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-407664826359014178?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-29111928380106739762010-03-14T10:00:00.001-07:002010-03-14T10:06:42.623-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">talvez</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">porque meias tintas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e títulos de jornal</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">não bastem</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a uma vida</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">remeto-me</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ao silêncio do poema</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">onde a cumplicidade</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">cresce cresce</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e cresce</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">até ser céu</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ou inferno</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sei lá eu</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-2911192838010673976?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-57098673412433691912010-03-08T12:01:00.001-08:002010-03-17T16:20:52.090-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">hoje<br /><br /> meus passos</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> levaram-me<br /> aonde<br /> eu não queria<br /><br /> aos recantos<br /> da saudade<br /><br /> vez mais<br /> tu estavas lá<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-5709867341243369191?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-58172561178963821632010-03-08T08:30:00.001-08:002010-03-08T12:09:25.443-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-size:130%;">pelas heras<br /> da minha janela<br /> mil vezes trepei<br /><br /> agora<br /> têm medo delas<br /> e cortadas<br /> as encontrei<br /><br /> só que ninguém sabe<br /> que até Einstein<br /> por elas trepou<br /><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-5817256117896382163?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-30053569792026846012010-03-08T08:12:00.000-08:002010-03-08T08:31:01.044-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">terra de leite e mel<br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> terra de apútegas<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> e cogumelos<br /><br /> terra de sonhos<br /><br /> começa sempre assim<br /> a promessa dos deuses<br /><br /> quando impossível é<br /> cumprirem tanta promessa</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-3005356979202684601?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-71186863212145861822010-03-05T17:23:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:12:56.111-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">nunca tive deuses<br /><br />não é agora<br /><br />que os vou adoptar<br /><br /><br />nunca tive deuses<br /><br />mesmo que de humanos<br /><br />a forma vestissem<br /><br /><br />nunca tive deuses<br /><br /><br />não é hora<br /><br />de<br /><br />voltar<br /><br />atrás<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-7118686321214586182?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-47041003167667482272010-03-05T17:02:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:13:18.205-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hoje<br /><br />vez<br /><br />mais<br /><br />não<br /><br />me<br /><br />apetece<br /><br />salvar<br /><br />o<br /><br />mundo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-4704100316766748227?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-5477295513415718472010-03-02T10:04:00.000-08:002010-03-05T17:31:01.093-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Um dia destes<br /><br /><br />numa qualquer<br /><br />margem<br /><br />de um rio<br /><br /><br /><br />voltarei<br /><br />a encontrar-te<br /><br /><br /><br />Um dia destes<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-547729551341571847?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301335294781285382.post-87319754322749680362008-06-15T16:25:00.000-07:002010-03-05T17:31:58.342-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s1600-h/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bJU7CaWr06I/SFWnQeA518I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0HJRxHtJZLM/s320/COISA+linda+%28Unica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256045127817154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Talvez seja<br /><br />por aqui<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">que vou caminhar<br /><br />em intervalos vivos<br /><br />de um sonho<br /><br />perene<br /><br /><br />talvez seja<br /><br />por aqui<br /><br />mesmo<br /><br />que demore<br /><br />a encontrar<br /><br />palavras<br /><br />que não inventei<br /><br /><br />podes crer<br /><br />sim<br /><br />talvez seja<br /><br />por aqui<br /><br />que<br /><br />regressarei<br /><br /><br />da morte<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301335294781285382-8731975432274968036?l=nasmargensdapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joaquim Alvesnoreply@blogger.com0