tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20838989047202691982023-11-16T03:05:31.978-08:00Diálogo com as ÁguasSida Pinheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994448500055405735noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083898904720269198.post-30060123004691765642011-08-27T12:18:00.000-07:002011-08-27T12:29:12.653-07:00O Retorno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Retorna a Terra ao seu ponto</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">de partida a cada ano</div><div style="text-align: center;">celebrando o ano novo</div><div style="text-align: center;">e o dia nacional da poesia.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Retornam os astros, os átomos</div><div style="text-align: center;">para dentro das moléculas ao</div><div style="text-align: center;">seu ponto inicial.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Retornam os dias, as noites,</div><div style="text-align: center;">retornam as quatro estações.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Retornam os ciclos, kalpas, Yugas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mahamvantaras...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Irrebatível é o retorno, onde</div><div style="text-align: center;">me deparo com o milagre e o mistério</div><div style="text-align: center;">de estar viva.</div>Sida Pinheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994448500055405735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083898904720269198.post-76869686635884312962010-07-02T10:47:00.000-07:002010-07-02T10:47:32.497-07:00Acordar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/media/gargalhada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/media/gargalhada.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Imagem: </span><a href="http://blog.estadao.com.br/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Blog Estadão</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Muito bom dormir cedo e acordar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">com o canto do galo, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">o cheiro do vento frio, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">o descanso das ruas desnudas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">do barulho humano...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Peço licença para alguma coisa,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">primeiramente para desfolhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">um canto de amor à vida, e mergulhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">na imensidão do desconhecido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">como quem mergulha nas profundezas das àguas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Peço licença para, ao acordar mais uma vez, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">soletrar dentro de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">as palavras descobertas no frio e silêncio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de uma bela manhã.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Sidroniosa Pinheiro</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>(Sida Poetisa)</strong></div>Sida Pinheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994448500055405735noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083898904720269198.post-36493023983137349862009-09-21T12:12:00.000-07:002010-07-02T10:58:10.553-07:00Altares do Inferno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imotion.com.br/imagens/data/media/74/8327universo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://www.imotion.com.br/imagens/data/media/74/8327universo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Imagem: </span><a href="http://www.imotion.com.br/"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Imotion</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Em cada transgressor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">há um Rimbaud.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Serpentes que inovam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a poesia e a vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">do caos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">se tornando prisioneiros,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">descendo pela via tenebrosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">galgando os degraus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">do inferno.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sidroniosa Pinheiro (Sida Poetisa) </span></strong></div>Sida Pinheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994448500055405735noreply@blogger.com0