tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682606707579032012024-03-05T02:15:30.251-08:00BestiárioDepois de ter permanecido assim por um momento, duas emoções despertaram subitamente em mim: medo e desejo; medo da caverna sombria e ameaçadora, e desejo de ver se ela continha alguma coisa miraculosa. [Leonardo Da Vince, Manuscrito. Bestiário ou Códice Arundel. Museu Britânico].Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-4220116035494173612019-10-19T12:03:00.000-07:002019-10-19T12:06:18.262-07:00ela é o meu mar<br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">O amanhã chega espiritual, estranho </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Não sei como essas palavras coabitam </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Minha alma mal se surpreendeu com a insônia </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Madrugada longa, finge fenecer no arrebol </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">A luz que lambe minhas pálpebras </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Pesadas e torturantes vigias </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Salivo, me alimento dos instantâneos </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Um preparo quente </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Desce e engorda o dia </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Como os auto-falantes da rua </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Que avolumam o comércio entre os automóveis </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Como a insônia abafando os ruídos, as réstias do dia </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Durmo em tardio renascimento </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Vocês andam, trabalham e eu fecho os olhos </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Para sonhar com o novo...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Não quis ter a deusa como presa</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Não ameaçaria arrancar-lhe dor</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Fosse eu talvez a merecê-la</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Como se lhe fizesse um favor</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">O destino me atirou na mesma</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Que distraída visão nessa flor</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">De Áries, mensageiro do amor</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">De algum servo sentir o sabor</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Como outras talvez não queira</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ver em meu peito a flecha meiga</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Que desarma a alma do autor</span><br />
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<br />Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-20776314934573921432013-11-01T16:20:00.001-07:002019-09-09T10:05:56.090-07:00A Felicidade<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">não mora em tua casa, </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">nem ao lado </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">talvez seja uma parte que sempre te falte </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">ou venha dentro de um frasco </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">com gota-a-gotas </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">não dura muito </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">é a metade cheia de um copo, </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">a outra vazia
é tua dor. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;">Como se o poeta, <br />arqueólogo de si <br />(um filólogo nietzschiano), <br />tivesse o dever moral </span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">pelas fímbrias das palavras, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">como se apresentam a nós.<span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Sua visão é fosca, limitada advinha de estrada<br />Para além Romani a palavra não é sua nem minha<br />Leva no peso da bagagem o pó de dote a nada<br />Dos quais meus dedos longos amor não tem valia<br /><br />O rumo que tomo é o mesmo de sua triste trilha<br />O saber da língua, herdeiro ariano de volta à casa<br />Não leva a doutrina em novos mares de sua ilha?<br /><br />É, persigo monstros que nascem feito tatuagens<br />Meus e seus sem identidade, do anjo abro as asas<br />E finjo pegar como nômade a próxima carruagem...!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/ben.magno.3">Minha Morada</a></span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meus olhos em semicírculos captam o silêncio da casa<br />Quando o tempo me empurra para o nunca mais<br />Deixo que a sorte guie as coisas de que me despeço<br />No encalço da solidão vestindo as fímbrias da dor<br />Preso a palavra que arranha minha garganta<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span></span></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> seca<br />Seca o ar, veste o dia, a luz reveladora em eco<br />Clangor da sombra a esconder nos objetos a forma<br />O inesperado assombra todo o sentido tortuoso<br />Subestima a voz da lucidez ja escassa na despensa<br />Impregnando e desafiando ao mesmo tempo<br />Me perco no interior de minha habitação, meu íntimo<br />A sala, a cozinha, o quarto, o banheiro... os móveis. </span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">a nódoa da alma<br />a alma<br />nódoa do corpo<br />o corpo pede<br />a alma ecoa<br />de dentro<br />"a mulata ensaboa"<br />o fio da memória...</span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">At Last<br />Enfim, o Elastano de Etta<br />Calma! Pelo amor azul, anil, lilás<br />Buterfly, dia decorado<br />Sorriso e encanto assim lançado<br />"A thrill that I have never known"<br />Ela, James sabe...<br />Do amor que um dia se consumou.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A ela que despede-se do autor<br />Despe-se as palavras a um qualquer<br />As ondas se debatem no abater do cais.<br /><br />Voltam e me ignoram<br />Desejando o meu infortúnio,meu fim<br />Carentes, dementes salivas salgadas de mar<br />Batem em meu rosto os verbos aos ventos.<br /><br />Sua poesia de rio, de tudo se foi<br />Deixando nos olhos de brisa a carga escondida do limo<br />Quão ingrata retorna a sereia de pérolas desperdiçadas<br />Versos que se perderam no tempo de mim...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"><a href="http://franpoesias.blogspot.com.br/2013/01/em-doses-certas.html">Posteridade</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">As palavras casam em doses certas</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">até mesmo amor e dor,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">se para quê, diz o compositor,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">não sei.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">da gelosia da janela da juventude</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">podemos ver folhas, versos, vento, alegria,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">a criação não escolhe hora</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">são monstros da modernidade</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">nos desafiam e nos mordem</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">dentes afiados de insonia</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">são olhos de frankfurtianos</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">um Benjamin a rasgar sonhos</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">de açoitar Habermas e Adornos</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">com a navalha da crítica</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">que o passado nos empresta!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">me olha de volta!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">petrificadas pelo pensamento</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e as dádivas de quem dará...!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e o encanto em sua alma desprende-se</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">onde cheiro é tátil</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">som é miragem</span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">verbo é tudo</span><br />
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Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-65660749510968744612012-07-16T22:26:00.001-07:002012-07-16T22:26:38.282-07:00Abraço não-tardio<br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">da visita breve de um Suí<br />estupefato<br /><br />penugens de um Sassariqueiro<br />calo na garganta<br /><br />que Andorinha lampeja à tarde?<br />leva erva daninha<br /><br />sulamérica daqui<br />trópico tropical<br /><br />mal a secar Beliscões<br />no Urubú do Ver-o-pêso<br /><br />de eurrítmica plurística<br />o Bem-te-ví já bem esposto<br /><br />no cabo de alta-tensão<br /><br />tragédia aviculturista.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">já Rembrandt tentara extrair luzes das sombras e<br />como erro de um Deus findou em ceder sombras à luz</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Me fiz sr. para me expor em extrema latêncía <br />(perceba a redundància), própria de uma pessoa - qual o deleite e o prazer - a praiar manias.<br />"Minha areia sem teus pés nus<br />quase no te quis só para mim<br />fiz da paisagem essa Bruma</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">já que não estás ao meu lado<br />e estando o mesmo, enfim" </span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">revelada ou velada, a palavra em suma apresentação<br />no devir da coisa, a verdade não alcançada<br />onde 2 não é nada<br />longe a proposição de um signo<br />da forma expressa, escrita ou impressa<br />dizer apenas como a coisa é</span><br />
<br />Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-58319755909384333942012-05-23T14:20:00.002-07:002012-05-25T00:13:02.533-07:00Stockhausen Riria<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Margaridas e samambaias douram-se a luz desse triste maio</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Aspiro ao pairar de um calor que já alude aos campos verdes</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Tão leve que a própria pena de um pintor chinês se esvai ali</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">As casas, pagodes, esperas sem fim de amarrotar as solidões</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Em n-dimensionais das coisas indubitáveis a arrolar dúvidas</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Sobre o fim, no ir e vir fortuito, das sombras a verbos em pó</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Pobres e virgens os vasos dilatam feridos com febre o húmus</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Versam o nome da boca por sobre o inalar de rosas alheias</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">O jogo se encaminha como se em abstração se compusesse</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">E mais de um jogador vem a enredar-se de repente assim</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Vítimas que se apresentam, se opõem e se desmaterializam</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;">Finda a forma ríspida, rígida e morna de um poema atonal</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-44897863985624715982012-05-07T16:07:00.000-07:002012-05-07T16:07:02.013-07:00Poema em Negro*<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Não são meus pensamentos que se turvam,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Tampouco minhas mãos gesticulando confusas.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Não, terminantemente não está em mim a lucidez que teus olhos querem ver.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Não mereces assim o meu grito nos espaços que teces para a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">história</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Sou o poeta do canto não esperado,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;"><span>*In: Eus ou os tênis usados de Virgínia Olff, poesia, no prelo </span><span class="post-author vcard">por <span class="fn"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12965067751471775463" itemprop="author" rel="author" title="author profile">Braulino Magno. </a></span></span></span></em></span></div>
</div>Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-14748004434043277182012-04-20T16:29:00.001-07:002012-05-03T11:50:05.982-07:00O Crivo e a Migalha ou Freud Interpreta (Erroneamente) os "Sapatos" de Van Gogh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Como os sapatos novos que fazem uma viagem longa a uma cidade vizinha </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">As tristes meias velhas e gastas do andarilho calejado </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A esconder a dor ou a melancolia em acordes dos quadriculados </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Fase azul de um Picasso nos retalhos daquela mulher mendiga </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Luminárias e luminosos são seu Sol nas cobertas ao entardecer </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Não aquecem nem trazem esperança para quem só ganha por esmola... </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Poucas ou muitas as palavras subordinadas a menor recompensa.</span><br />
<br />Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-87229272760672349832012-04-04T15:56:00.002-07:002012-04-04T15:59:04.520-07:00Seleta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui6_prRkSBc/T3zRWNArHrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lYprwTaURz0/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+(6)+de+Quase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui6_prRkSBc/T3zRWNArHrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lYprwTaURz0/s400/C%C3%B3pia+(6)+de+Quase.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="http://viagensdeluzesombra.blogspot.com.br/2012/03/humanidade-que-se-escreve-no-singular.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Homo pictóricus</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">a vanguarda adormecida que Dalí anuncia</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">parusia da doutrina escatológica</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">quiçá as cores de um calafate</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">aparecessem em Magritte</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">vicejantes e embriagados</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"la máquina de gorjear", vamos a Klee!</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">o objeto é categórico, homens bucólicos</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">admiram a estrela</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">para Miró</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">para onde à negra?</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">no alaúde de madeira</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">on line figura prisioneira</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">hóspede ou manequim</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">De Chirico vivo vivo</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">muito vivo</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Belchior bebendo o antigo</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">de Caetano a Gauguim</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">rejuvenece assim</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">assusta a mão que o toca</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">de fora, a nota descendo escalas</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">viagem de um jovem Duchamp</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">ao centro de Laforgue</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Duchamp sabe que delira</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">nas Impressions d' Afrique...!</span><br />
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<div class="comment-content"><a href="http://lacerda-personarte.blogspot.com.br/2012/02/enquanto-tento-incessantemente-fugir-do.html#comment-form"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Hoje não fiz um autorretrato</span></a></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">na contracapa<br />
teatro<br />
a imagem<br />
imaginas tudo<br />
eu <br />
tu<br />
nós<br />
cada personagem<br />
visgo da folha<br />
o papel é teu<br />
soletrei o tempo<br />
ficastes à léguas de mim<br />
fui até a outra margem<br />
vi que a coxia escondia muito mais<br />
parte da semente era da trapezista<br />
noutra margem: o palhaço!<br />
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vês ator, só o que te resta?<br />
nossas praças...</span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="comment-content"><a href="http://mileumpoemas.blogspot.com.br/2012/03/898-poeminha-de-areia-para-vendaval.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Aceno de navegante pra ti, Assis!</span></a></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">o poeta canta as duas<br />
banhadas de sal e areia<br />
como ânforas e ébrios</span></div><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<a href="http://macabeadelamancha.blogspot.com.br/2012/03/botao.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Cheiro precoce</span></a><br />
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na sombra<br />
com<br />
àgua<br />
e<br />
sabão</span><br />
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<a href="http://fernandaisobe.blogspot.com.br/2011/12/estrutura-ocular.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Íris, bastonetes, pupilas e outras olhadas</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A análise clínica, dura, quase intransponível, eurrítmico tácito consentido da greta vocabular científica, não deixa de propalar as cinestesias que a poetisa empresta ao tomo perceptivo da visão.</span><br />
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<div class="comment-content" id="bc_0_3MC"><a href="http://coisasmay.blogspot.com.br/2012/01/descobrindo-o-que-e-rir-pra-nao-chorar.html#comment-form"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Dançam as rosas</span></a></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">O que escreves, crônica tácita, quase fábula de um artista soturno. </span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Num corpo em tessitura com as amarras do existir: num limite os sentidos, sentires; noutra extremidade, repertório de experiências...</span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="comment-content"><a href="http://maisfrases.blogspot.com.br/2011/08/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x_15.html#comment-form"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Fim do discurso</span></a></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Mesmo o poeta "ser per si” que se evade da mais arguta frase ao se estender ou imbricar-se...querer é estranho; a vontade domestica o homem, algo em si de dúvida, razão e altivez. Pronto! Estamos envoltos na névoa quente do passado do que somos.</span><br />
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</span></div>Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-45646109703114385252012-03-26T23:54:00.001-07:002012-03-27T00:02:07.163-07:00O Diorama de Bluma<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Não sei se tela ou filigrana</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">O seu olhar é lâmina dissecante</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que penetra na carne</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Na alma a qualquer instante</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Daguerreótipo de único lance, o momento definitivo!</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Qualquer pequeno grão de estrela que caía cintilava a madrugada fria</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">(Um sobrecéu a abrir-se diante de sua janela!)</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Colige todo o sentimento ensimesmado</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">E eu ator desarmado</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sucumbi a seus olhos insistentes; olhos de platéia, centrada em linha!</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ser serenado ou incômodo</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sem se ater a quem mais queira</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Vi do outro lado da lente feminina minha face prisioneira</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Meu coração acelerado</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dissidente apavorado</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">De parvo teor acólito</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">O objeto afeto de sua mira</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Incólume projétil desguarnecido e imóvel</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Tão desajeitado aos raios da retina</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">O que chamou sua atenção nessa triste aparência?</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Se o que guardo nos bolsos desfiados</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">São gastos há tempos ruminados</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nos quase trinta anos que esta vida me empresta</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Essa existência a espalhar fragmentos de réstia</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Viraria partículas no flash alinhado</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Em sua prosa fotográfica que documenta o instante inato</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Tornando icônica a sombra que reanima</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">A mesma forma que agora é sua e não mais minha...!</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-65311677452434805672012-03-22T15:30:00.004-07:002012-03-26T22:28:15.924-07:00Onde Bebo as Palavras<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://tela-plena.blogspot.com.br/2012/03/olhos-de-ressaca.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Sehen [Bild]</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">se te vejo, paro, penso<br />
viro lenço fino no teu rosto<br />
e se me vens como imagem<br />
tinta, tela, afã da miragem<br />
um véu de poeira avança<br />
dançam teus olhos sobre os meus</span><br />
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<div class="comment-content"><a href="http://daisy-se.blogspot.com.br/2012/02/da-paz-dos-meus-dias.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Desejo Ilustrado</span></a></div><div class="comment-content"><br />
</div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">essa vertiginosa tendência a inebriar-se<br />
gosto cálido do encontro enlevado no labirinto<br />
reflete no ser amado uma conjetura ébria...</span></div><div class="comment-content"><br />
</div><a href="http://diego-nobre.blogspot.com.br/2012/03/alguem-para-o-agora.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Eu-aviso e a Ausência</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">O poetizar e o desejo no emaranhado das peles<br />
Como a doce nostalgia pode consumir a alma...?<br />
Fica em mim a parte que sou de alguém ausente...<br />
Quem é na chegada que possuo apenas na partida?</span><br />
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<a href="http://tristeagosto.blogspot.com.br/2012/02/o-sonho-de-uma-vida-que-outrora-nutri.html#comment-form"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Doce melancolia...</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Desgosto de inquietação<br />
Que olhos são esses?<br />
A terra treme<br />
E de antenome<br />
Se veste o meu<br />
O teu coração<br />
...no Serenar a vida perde o ritmo<br />
Minhas flores cheias transbordam</span><br />
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<a href="http://mileumpoemas.blogspot.com.br/2012/03/881-eu-quero-o-espolio-do-vento.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Da Natureza em Mim</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e nos conduza a <br />
uma luz augural<br />
toda criatura</span><br />
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<a href="http://os7degraus.blogspot.com.br/2012/01/cidade.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A Cidade</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">São Paulo assusta quem chega. </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Comovidos com as multiplicações das pedras, </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">a cada degrau, </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">lançam-se jovens, loucos, adultos, aventureiros, </span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">todos entretidos com a improvável felicidade</span><br />
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<div class="comment-content"><a href="http://sorrisomudo.blogspot.com.br/2012/02/vida-intima-de-laura.html"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Se Vivêssemos em Laura</span></a><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*</span></div><div class="comment-content"><br />
</div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Somos homens pálidos demais, categóricos burlescos, amantes das </span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Vênus dotadas de misteriosos desejos, todos fatos que bloqueiam ou suprimem a possibilidade do vislumbre...</span></div><div class="comment-content"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Laura-Mulher apenas na lembrança, nada mais!</span></div><div class="comment-content"><br />
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</div><div class="comment-content"><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">*Laura é uma personagem </span></em><a href="http://sorrisomudo.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-despeco-me-despedaco.html"><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">criada</span></em></a><em><span style="color: #cccccc;"> por </span></em><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01027008777958770306"><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">Erllen Nadine</span></em></a><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">, escritora rara, e a acompanha em </span></em><a href="http://sorrisomudo.blogspot.com/search/label/Laura%20e%20Pedro"><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">algumas</span></em></a><em><span style="color: #cccccc;"> prosas dotadas de uma pura sensibilidade e belas descrições determinantes na sua escrita.</span></em></div><div class="comment-content"><br />
</div>Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-91678499001417086042012-02-26T18:37:00.011-08:002012-02-26T21:15:33.529-08:00Dísticos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pHSUjPW2HU/T0rrgbiSWiI/AAAAAAAAALs/HTEx21ukIYk/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+20120224_211020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" lda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pHSUjPW2HU/T0rrgbiSWiI/AAAAAAAAALs/HTEx21ukIYk/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+20120224_211020.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Flor do tempo em espiral</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Na queda livre da razão</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Música, poesia e emoção</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Cachos de uvas no varal</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">... - Ampelidáceas."</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">os que desnudam a dona </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">os que acusam o amante </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">no desejo tão áspero </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">incitante dessa escrita </span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">aquela sem demiurgo </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">obsoleta flecha </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">sem alvo </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">sem cor </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Poe</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">presságio da dor </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">da pergunta </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">(antes muda!) </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"...não faltava nada" </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">agora sei com quantos signos se faz uma noite...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">de ignorar a dor esparzir na paleta do pintor </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">onde giram astros de ocre sobre massas de cobaltos </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">quais os croquis de opalescência tortuosa e turva </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">um semeador a soçobrar no papel dores de azeviche </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">por resvalo de distração um pigmento na orelha</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://diego-nobre.blogspot.com/2012/02/extincao.html">Patologia antropocêntrica</a></u></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Mergulhei no mar da história, história do ser humano. Um fóssil, quase um lamento, mero ancestral das coisas imperdoáveis. Tentei ver um reflexo confortador... me escapou um soluço; prendi o choro. </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">É...depois de tudo, quase não respiro!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://lacerda-personarte.blogspot.com/2012/02/inicicio.html">Ao propósito</a></u></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A relutância que o ser-homem-noturno-cibernético e boêmio trava contra si e contra a sua própria conservação é ínfima e diametralmente oposta a falida concepção, redundante zigoto resultado de qualquer ato: no religioso, comungar na fé o mesmo corpo sagrado; num quarto sobre a cama, dois amantes fecundando ou não gametas. </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Não cuidamos do mundo um segundo sequer", disse Chico. </span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Dormir no conforto dos seus lençois e rezar também não resolve.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">O eterno fim no derradeiro devir fortuito principia a palidez dos boêmios. Na cidade velha cansada e habitual, prefiro repudiar o alvoroço, curtir minha dor plácida, torturante. Morrissey ressonante, a fagulha do mistério... </span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Exit Music! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times; font-size: large;">_</span>Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-77220230591201341372012-02-18T13:49:00.000-08:002012-02-18T13:49:16.031-08:00Quatro Tempos ou Canção Alegórica da Dor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inxfTOdJetg/T0AbO8fmkZI/AAAAAAAAALk/AVEF6HXGWes/s1600/R-x+T%C3%B3rax+%C3%81s+Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+1+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inxfTOdJetg/T0AbO8fmkZI/AAAAAAAAALk/AVEF6HXGWes/s400/R-x+T%C3%B3rax+%C3%81s+Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+1+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" width="400" yda="true" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Homens tolos sofrem tanto</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Não percebem que seus olhos</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Não tem luz, yeah, são sem luz</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Sós sem rimas, nem pra quem</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Lares tortos destelhados, Baby</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Estão nus, yeah, bem nus</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>Os nomes mudam em tempos</em></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Mas sempre se definem frios</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Assim, Ooh, assim</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Lugar não há dentro de ti</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Um escuro e dor veste o dia</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>Só o fim yeah, só o fim...</em></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Lugar não há dentro de ti</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Um escuro e dor veste o dia</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #999999;">Não tem luz, yeah, sem luz... oOH!</span></em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Ben Magno (Sr. Borges)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08760690842755459759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568260670757903201.post-79552222452276083482012-01-30T19:37:00.000-08:002012-01-30T19:39:53.429-08:00Alomorfia ou Taxonomia da Dor II (Prolegômenos)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mFP-vBQnH0/TydgjMFgI3I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZawQuo_EWPQ/s1600/aop4811fig2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mFP-vBQnH0/TydgjMFgI3I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZawQuo_EWPQ/s400/aop4811fig2.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Resposta nº 1</span><br />
<blockquote class="comment-content" id="bc_0_0MC"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Escrever também requer um pouco de ver-se a certa distância. Cálculo burlado na linha fria do não-dizer fadado ao acerto de um choque térmico.</span></div></blockquote><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Resposta nº 2:</span><br />
<blockquote class="comment-content" id="bc_0_0MC"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Experimentar perder o fôlego enfiando a cabeça no aquário do loft é um ato conceitual, não? Observe que Kant se ausenta momentaneamente da aspereza insólita do objeto moderno.<br />
Vidro, água e uma cabeça que observa peixes ao contrário,<em> tão caro, o sangue coagula sais de banho</em>. Um ser humano com ardor no globo ocular, calculando a própria manifestação do sentir em devaneio torto. Uma pariação retrógada com cheiro de sardinha no ecrã da realidade factual.</span></div></blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Resposta nº 3</span><br />
<blockquote class="comment-content" id="bc_0_4MC"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A dor para passar de estado emocional, pura sensação, deve ser tomada não mais nesta condição e sim como uma palavra, morfema "rarefeito" em estado puro, ou seja, se necessário, ausente.</span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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