tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161592602024-03-08T02:33:59.387+00:00palavras grávidas...Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.comBlogger700125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-46134712000849538342018-06-21T14:04:00.002+00:002018-06-21T14:04:45.648+00:00Estremecimento<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Música, literatura, filme...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Não precisam de estilo perfeito </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Bastam de uma coisa</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Que estremeçam nosso peito...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-71972867833346922882018-06-21T14:03:00.002+00:002018-06-21T14:03:36.469+00:00Lamparina<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">O que nos resta desta vida</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Quando a “indesejada” chega?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Somente o amor, o bem-querer, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Sorrisos e afetos que a gente rega.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Vai o dia e vem a noite. Travessia.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />A vida é lamparina que fumega..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-14340924883399970552015-04-22T11:09:00.002+00:002015-04-26T21:55:44.298+00:00apontadorenquanto aponto o lápis<br />
o pensamento passeia<br />
procura a memória<br />
aponta a dor...<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-81669873067057707052014-11-30T23:25:00.002+00:002014-11-30T23:25:46.834+00:00cacimba<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Viver é como água de cacimba</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">De fonte oásica do sertão</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Inesgotável</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Potável</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Aquela que o vó tirava com a coité</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br />Enquanto assobiava "na feira de Caruaru"...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-74301890910879918842014-09-02T13:32:00.001+00:002014-09-02T13:32:20.075+00:00miudezas<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Aprendeu que a vida é feita de miudezas.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Elas dão o ritmo da vida de todo dia.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">As grandezas. Ah! </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Isso é coisa que nunca chega...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-1616643288468418982014-08-07T11:00:00.002+00:002014-08-07T11:00:43.204+00:00ranzinzaO dia era azul<br />
Mas a alma, cinza<br />
O olhar feliz<br />
E o gesto ranzinza.<br />
Nem sempre a vida<br />
Revela o que a boca diz...<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-49900227384497063562014-05-25T22:09:00.001+00:002014-05-25T22:12:12.898+00:00ChuvaSaudade<br />
É quando os olhos desfiam<br />
E chovem...<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-1143107984249438882014-03-06T01:44:00.000+00:002014-03-06T01:44:17.842+00:00Entre mim Não sou multidão<br />
Sou solidão<br />
Não sozinho<br />
Acompanhado...<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-30156256575143998862013-11-11T23:59:00.001+00:002013-11-11T23:59:07.466+00:00nó<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">sabe fazer laços</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">desatá-los também...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-17728141216161030162013-11-11T02:00:00.000+00:002013-11-11T02:00:34.666+00:00testamento<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">se um dia eu fizer um testamento</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">para ser conhecido</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">pós aquele dia em que a terra calar a minha boca</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">deixarei escrito:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">havendo lágrima, seja corrente,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">quente e vinda do profundo da alma</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">havendo choro, seja contido</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">havendo palavras, sejam sinceras e, se possível, silenciosas</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">mas não escreverei nada, viu!?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">que o amor seja sempre antes</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; line-height: 18px;"><br />e expresso nos instantes comuns<br />sem pompas,<br />nem circunstâncias, natural!<br />é assim que a vida pede todo dia...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-27447167319176667262013-10-15T00:42:00.002+00:002013-10-15T00:42:34.637+00:00a voz<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">a voz pelo ouvido diz do sentimento</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">não cabe nem pergunta</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">a voz diz o sentimento</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">esteja embargada ou calma</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">a voz diz da alegria ou dor</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">diz da paz ou sofrimento</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">a voz diz o que há</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">mesmo a milhas e milhas de distância</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">quem ama ler a voz do amor...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-39635928843724898212013-09-22T12:49:00.000+00:002013-09-22T12:49:05.065+00:00reserva<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">ele suava espessas gostas de sangue</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">sofria só</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">e os amigos dormiam</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">há uma dor que não é de mais ninguém </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">é só...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-4471669853671365982013-09-08T00:50:00.001+00:002013-09-08T00:50:15.526+00:00da janela<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Um dia ela viu o amor da vida passar pela janela.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Um sentimento diferente tomou conta do seu ser. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Algo nunca antes sentido e jamais repetido. Único.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Então, todo dia, no mesmo horário ia para janela e ficava esperando o amor passar. Olhava, olhava, olhava...</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nunca mais o amor da visão avassaladora voltou. Mas até hoje ele vive em seu coração. Porque o amor, ainda que platônico, se verdadeiro, nunca morre...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-7199290019751439812013-09-07T12:42:00.002+00:002013-09-07T12:42:41.312+00:00poema<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">um poema</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">vindo do profundo da alma</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">é como música, acalma</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">nos eleva</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">é como fogo, aquece</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">poema é prece</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">a Deus leva...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-69544920948535275642013-09-03T23:15:00.001+00:002013-09-03T23:15:17.835+00:00destino<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">A hora se estendia e a vida pedia passos.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">Desceu o morro. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">Desceu para o asfalto com uma olhar novo, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">de ternura, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">embelezado, sorrindo para Deus e o mundo. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">Não quis saber de tomar ônibus. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">Queria mesmo era andar sem rumo, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">sem destino...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-35029911920572584302013-08-29T13:11:00.001+00:002013-08-29T13:11:09.515+00:00máquina<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">dentro ou em cima de uma máquina</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">tem gente que se acha rei</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">passa rasgando o vento</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">deixando o pedestre no "aperrei"</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">não respeita faixa nem calçada</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">e ainda quer ser protegido por lei...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-22510882002800949512013-08-02T14:10:00.003+00:002013-08-02T14:10:39.618+00:00sentimento<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">O sentimento é coisa fina</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">Tão fina quanto água de riacho perene</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">Mas o amor é mais fino ainda</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">Porque profundo feito água do aquífero guarani...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-25283491109426577152013-06-06T00:10:00.002+00:002013-06-06T00:10:41.937+00:00lágrima<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">o amor nunca morre</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">a lágrima é testemunha...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-37798797793255902102013-05-19T14:31:00.001+00:002013-05-19T14:31:30.848+00:00rio<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">oh, vida feito um rio</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">águas livres</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">represa</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">rio corrente</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">o desejo da barragem é sangrar...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-2223155980456459132013-05-12T12:17:00.002+00:002013-05-12T12:17:56.029+00:00animal<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">estranho mundo animal</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">o cão sorriu pra mim na rua</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">embora amarrado à dona sua</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">alguém fingindo-se racional</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">segurava a corda com semblante cativo</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">o cão pareceu-me mais vivo...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-85923243648726434312013-04-21T18:46:00.003+00:002013-04-21T18:46:19.007+00:00possessão<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">O poema um dia se fez bebida</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">foi engolido</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">quem o bebeu ficou possuído...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-86152865628616938492013-04-12T21:18:00.003+00:002013-04-12T21:18:45.004+00:00jangada<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;">olhinhos molhados</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;">qual vaga-lume triste</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;">numa noite escura</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;">apenas dois fachos</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;">de uma luz verde</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;">vida jangada...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-67301025431367753802013-04-07T00:41:00.004+00:002013-04-07T00:41:58.345+00:00traço<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">quanto mais alto fosse</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">mais alto o tímpano pedia</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">o som enchia todos os espaços</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">não era noite nem era dia</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">o corpo se dissipava feito incenso</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">e a fumaça desenhava a vida em traços</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-55329671408856748952013-03-27T00:13:00.002+00:002013-03-27T00:13:56.893+00:00lume<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">no lume frio</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">o espelho vira rio</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">leio letras e desenhos nuvens</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">vácuo ou interdito </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">olhares e expressões límpidas</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">buscando o escondido</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">o sem idade, o atemporal</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">quer água de beber</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">escorre, escorre, escorre</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">rio do viver...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16159260.post-18392551346689462642013-03-22T01:08:00.002+00:002013-03-22T01:08:40.129+00:00cíclico<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A vida na veia, pulsando</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A ceia na mesa</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A vida feito uma vela acesa, </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">lá fora a garoa desfaz a certeza...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ao publicar em meio impresso, favor citar a fonte.</div>Antonio Iraildo (Ira)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985501082072711257noreply@blogger.com0