tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386224592011-04-21T19:31:42.208-07:00Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-36886158988443313802008-06-13T07:01:00.001-07:002008-12-11T05:58:43.537-08:00I<br /><br />dedilho<br />com a língua<br />as cordas<br />do seu tesão<br />: pulsa<br />acelerado<br />o coração<br /><br />do<br />tambor ritual.<br /><br />II<br /><br />nosso olho de ver<br /><br />o sol<br /><br />agora<br />existe.<br /><br />III<br /><br />outra eternidade<br />floresce<br />no irremediável<br /><br />espaço<br /><br />que resta entre<br />um segundo<br /><br />e o mesmo.<br /><br />IV<br /><br />criadores<br />criaturas<br /><br />a caverna acolhe<br />o dragão inventa<br /><br />a caverna.<br /><br />V<br /><br />mas<br />impregnadas<br />no visgo<br />do sempre<br /><br />estalagtites<br />estalagmites<br />tocam-se<br />a tempo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-3688615898844331380?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-35647023011637902252008-06-13T06:58:00.000-07:002008-06-13T06:59:36.367-07:00<em>( a partir de um poema da Loba )</em><br /><br />então<br />venha eva<br />nua<br />sedenta<br />e<br />pecadora<br /><br />vamos<br />transpirar<br />sua<br />crença<br /><br />: colher<br />o Fruto<br />é o mesmo<br />que<br /><br />semeá-lo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-3564702301163790225?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-75558649489656656652007-07-11T09:08:00.000-07:002007-07-11T09:09:25.378-07:00uma Loba<br />uma lua cheia<br />e...<br />um poema<br />sempre<br /><br />: a menor<br />distância entre<br />dois<br />pontos<br /><br />no Mistério.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-7555864948965665665?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-39549705435385223772007-06-10T08:57:00.000-07:002007-06-10T08:58:20.505-07:00( a partir de um poema da Loba )<br /><br />nossa solidão<br />eternizada<br /><br />:o sentimento<br />humano<br />é apenas<br />vasto<br /><br />vastíssimo...<br /><br />como<br />o primeiro<br />gesto<br />que envenenou<br />a maçã.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-3954970543538522377?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-8528693082279259932007-06-10T08:53:00.000-07:002007-06-10T08:54:38.233-07:00quero ser somente<br />movimento<br />- de asas -<br />decolando pra onde<br />não tenho<br />que ir<br /><br />que pousar<br />acrescenta a paisagem<br />outro tanto<br />de peso<br />nas âncoras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-852869308227925993?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-5079668733107473112007-06-10T08:50:00.000-07:002008-06-13T07:05:53.161-07:00estranha sede<br />que também<br />é fome<br />e labirinto<br /><br />escondido<br />- ou não -<br />sob a toalha<br />(desde sempre<br />sem saidas)<br /><br />como escapar<br />ileso<br />do mistério?<br />(de que tudo é<br />feito)<br /><br />: se <br />nossas pernas <br />nossos pés<br /><br />são da mesa<br />e das cadeiras<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-507966873310747311?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-71215969690314129462007-06-08T07:38:00.000-07:002007-06-08T07:47:08.271-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/Rmlqdmjr7VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XuX_jEaIpJI/s1600-h/umpoemaparaloba.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/Rmlqdmjr7VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XuX_jEaIpJI/s320/umpoemaparaloba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073703512008551762" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.camarabrasileira.com/wilsonguanais1.htm">leia mais aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img 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Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-48380603413637501042007-01-26T10:46:00.000-08:002007-01-26T10:58:21.784-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/RbpNE4HcshI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rhL6s3LQDhE/s1600-h/DSC03870.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024413080463651346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/RbpNE4HcshI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rhL6s3LQDhE/s320/DSC03870.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Tela de D´Noronha , Ars Longa Escritório de Arte</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://telasdonoronha.blogspot.com/">Galeria Virtual</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-4838060341363750104?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-37402024491598062122007-01-25T10:49:00.000-08:002007-01-25T10:50:47.637-08:00vasto o silêncio<br />é só<br />um poema<br /><br />: indomável<br />descansa de poetas<br /><br />e de palavras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-3740202449159806212?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-76318438111278454942007-01-25T10:42:00.000-08:002007-01-25T10:43:59.121-08:00só quem<br />entra<br />no poema<br /><br />entra<br />e sai<br />no espelho<br /><br />: sabe<br />que poema<br /><br />não<br />tem saída.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-7631843811127845494?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-48949629032833900972007-01-25T10:37:00.000-08:002007-01-25T10:39:07.404-08:00O tempo leva eu<br />vôo<br />chover um dia<br /><br />também<br />sou<br />poeira de estrelas<br /><br />do mar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-4894962903283390097?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-50599861731623257892007-01-25T10:20:00.000-08:002007-01-25T10:21:43.929-08:00sem nome<br />tudo<br />que não existe<br />exibe<br />um brilho<br />desnecessário.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-5059986173162325789?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-24924086776009724142007-01-25T10:07:00.000-08:002007-01-25T10:10:43.311-08:00corro<br />sempre<br />mais<br />rápido<br /><br />que eu<br />e os<br />medos<br />todos<br /><br />não<br />podem<br />me<br />alcançar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-2492408677600972414?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-69773187712491338452007-01-25T10:02:00.000-08:002007-01-25T10:04:13.137-08:00Nos galhos secos<br />da árvore morta<br />floresceu um ninho<br /><br />Em troca de canto<br />alguma esperança<br />madura o passarinho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-6977318771249133845?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-30509862232155528062007-01-24T11:01:00.000-08:002007-01-24T11:03:07.140-08:00De tanto amanhecer e anoitecer<br />jogou no oceano a única montanha e<br />(jamais saberemos se não foi o contrário:<br />o oceano sobre a montanha)<br /><br />Depois (ainda antes de ser possível<br />observá-lo através da espessa cortina<br />que não havia) súbito anoiteceu<br />ou amanheceu pela última vez.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-3050986223215552806?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-41133396617748489642007-01-24T10:52:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:54:04.910-08:00meia<br />volta<br />em torno<br />de nada<br /><br />tropeço<br />em<br />algo<br /><br />derrubo<br />tudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-4113339661774848964?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-44225786007926461562007-01-24T10:47:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:49:43.959-08:00rabisco<br />espelhos<br />a costa larga do tempo<br />minha própria pele<br />telas de computadores<br />o papel<br /><br />e outros muros<br />intransponíveis.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-4422578600792646156?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-44843441292430103182007-01-24T10:44:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:45:49.824-08:00Soltar<br />o verbo<br />a palavra<br />queda<br />abismo<br />abaixo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-4484344129243010318?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-55008366028016489202007-01-24T10:39:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:40:23.312-08:00cresço cacto<br />na aridez<br />da eternidade<br /><br />os espinhos<br />virados todos<br />para dentro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-5500836602801648920?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-88053365587187537852007-01-24T10:34:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:35:37.442-08:00Um mesmo risco emaranhou-se infinito<br />desenha a paisagem até depois do depois<br />onde o olho não alcança mais<br />apesar do esforço e das muletas.<br /><br />O instante estacionado à beira do mistério<br />a viagem agora é em circulos<br />o caminho deslizando no abstrato<br />dentro e feito de outros caminhos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-8805336558718753785?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-69024973911196827342007-01-24T10:23:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:26:15.760-08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">(a partir de um poema da Loba)</span><br /><br />Olhares ávidos<br />onde deságuam oceanos<br />de luz<br />: unhas afiadas<br /><br />arranhando (uni)versos<br /><br />nas paredes<br />vivas do Temp(L)o.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-6902497391119682734?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-39263486810251902722007-01-24T10:17:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:18:48.183-08:00breve<br />é o<br />silêncio<br /><br />entre<br />um<br />poema<br /><br />e outro<br /><br />silêncio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-3926348681025190272?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-84926136573408018302007-01-24T10:13:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:15:34.639-08:00Tem que ser<br />de improviso<br />sem nenhuma<br />razão<br />de existir<br /><br />Pedra lascada<br />do instante<br />inútil absurdo<br />abstrato<br /><br />Se mastigo<br />demais<br />o poema acaba<br />engolido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-8492613657340801830?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-22994225191907255612007-01-24T10:07:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:08:26.936-08:00em silêncio<br />me procuro<br />em teu<br />silêncio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-2299422519190725561?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-23301019467510881712007-01-24T10:00:00.000-08:002007-01-24T10:01:45.871-08:00Meus olhos<br />abertos<br /><br />e tantas paisagens<br /><br />que ainda<br />não sei<br /><br />se quero inventar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-2330101946751088171?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-25111511878788782792007-01-24T09:46:00.000-08:002007-01-24T09:53:10.250-08:00O trânsito caótico<br />não flui. - Crianças<br />esmolam no farol<br /><br />Um pombo decola<br />ou pousa e some<br />diluído no concreto<br /><br />Enquanto impune<br />a sombra do edifício<br />engole a minha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-2511151187878878279?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-48475363152743995732007-01-24T09:34:00.000-08:002007-01-24T09:37:24.403-08:00sou tímido<br />isso prende minha<br />lingua<br /><br />na<br />eternidade<br /><br />de um poema que<br />acabei<br />de rasgar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-4847536315274399573?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-25674669744275364392007-01-24T09:23:00.000-08:002007-01-24T09:29:05.185-08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">(a partir de um poema da Loba)</span><br /><br />eu sei a altura<br />do céu<br />Ela as entranhas<br />da terra<br /><br />de<br />cirandacirandinha<br />só vamos<br />brincar<br />um instante<br /><br />: eu tenho asas<br />: Ela raízes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-2567466974427536439?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-9207854677348919782007-01-24T06:37:00.000-08:002007-01-24T06:40:21.293-08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">(a partir de um poema da Loba)</span><br /><br />Então<br />depois de tudo<br />de nada ou<br />quase<br />o futuro já gasto<br />perde a importância<br />precipita-se<br />vazio<br />sem escalas<br />no abismo<br />que une o passado<br />ao presente<br />e ali fica<br />acolhido<br />entre<br />dois infinitos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-920785467734891978?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-74515403557409181332007-01-24T06:30:00.000-08:002007-01-24T06:31:47.294-08:00O dia caindo na noite<br />a noite caindo em outro dia<br />caindo no tempo...<br /><br />E o que mais apavora<br />é o barulho dos passos caindo<br />no silêncio da estrada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-7451540355740918133?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-86961524269392211222007-01-24T06:24:00.000-08:002007-01-24T06:26:14.709-08:00Bicho noturno<br />o texto<br />chega de mansinho<br />de madrugada<br /><br />e me tira do sono<br />depois da cama<br /><br />tenta me convencer<br />que merece<br />duas palavras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-8696152426939221122?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-75534328940943720372007-01-24T06:03:00.000-08:002007-01-24T06:16:29.075-08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">(a partir de um poema da Loba)</span><br /><br />e o sol e a lua<br />eram seus<br />olhos aflitos fixos<br />no objeto<br />da insana procura<br /><br />(noite e dia<br />tateava a eternidade)<br /><br />num tempo<br />em que do outro lado<br />do espelho<br />ainda não existia<br />o lado de cá.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-7553432894094372037?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-1169646507978240952007-01-24T05:46:00.000-08:002007-01-24T05:48:27.983-08:00Maduro o fruto cheira<br />alto e longe<br />feito grito no vento<br /><br />Uma cortina de folhas<br />mostra esconde<br />sua forma sua cor<br /><br />E a gente nem desconfia<br />até o imperceptível<br />é sugestão de sabor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-116964650797824095?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-1169580018917537282007-01-23T11:18:00.000-08:002007-01-23T11:20:18.923-08:00Sou estas palavras<br />onde me encaixo<br />com tudo<br />que tenho<br /><br />Com estas palavras<br />organizo hortas<br />e chuvas<br />de granizo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-116958001891753728?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-1169471701152484742007-01-22T05:12:00.000-08:002007-01-22T05:15:01.156-08:00Todo dia à noite vem mostrar<br />a verdade por trás do azul<br />a cor do céu<br />sai dos cantos escuros<br />do quarto e debaixo da cama<br />onde o corpo aquece o cobertor<br />e o universo<br />expandindo em nossa viagem<br />dentro do inevitável.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-116947170115248474?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-1169399259840541352007-01-21T09:04:00.000-08:002007-01-21T09:07:39.850-08:00Coisa de quem sabe<br />o lado de dentro<br />da dor<br /><br />dez<br />doze palavras<br />estávamos ali prontos<br />e completos: o poema<br />e eu<br /><br />prestes a destruí-lo com<br />explicações<br />desnecessárias.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-116939925984054135?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-1169062531028700182007-01-17T11:34:00.000-08:002007-01-17T11:35:31.030-08:00brilha nos<br />olhos<br />Sol nosso<br />de cada dia<br />o significado<br />da palavra<br />:Luz<br />seu nome<br />aceso<br />no teto<br />do poema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-116906253102870018?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38622459.post-1169062251294228782007-01-17T11:29:00.000-08:002007-01-17T11:30:51.293-08:00há Musa<br />porisso<br />tudo está<br />como se fosse<br />amanhecer<br /><br />é quando<br />inadiável<br />abre-se<br />o terceiro olho<br />do poeta<br /><br />: o poema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38622459-116906225129422878?l=umpoemapraloba.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com