tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43810012461668833392011-10-11T05:49:35.048-07:00HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.comBlogger1681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-49471518922663815342011-09-10T07:58:00.000-07:002011-09-10T07:58:02.607-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/rPrgRjxsZRo/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPrgRjxsZRo&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPrgRjxsZRo&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-4947151892266381534?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-4668896964488707822011-09-07T19:04:00.000-07:002011-09-07T20:33:14.546-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYl6ecJYI54/Tmgf4MDwSRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/m4hO8E_94WM/s1600/251216%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYl6ecJYI54/Tmgf4MDwSRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/m4hO8E_94WM/s320/251216%255B1%255D.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">"desembarcaram-me com a mesma prontidão com que me abandonaram na confusão deste cemitério.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">estremece o ar, os astros e o receio de quem parte sem dizer adeus.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">quem chegará depois de ti?</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">quem nunca esteve aqui? - no resplendor do plâncton, por debaixo da pele...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">quem regressou? - nesta imagem que aprisionou o firmamento do teu rosto, e com o tempo se desfaz...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">e o orvalho pousa no teu ombro, onde bebo a escuridão do dia.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">- sei que um dia virás da poeira fosforosa do tempo sem lugar.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">sei que a parte de mim que esquece estilhaça dentro da que jamais te esquecer.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">estiveste num lugar do fundo de mim. lugar escuro,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">sem ar - onde se pode abandonar a alma e deixar o corpo secar. lugar onde já não se consegue nomear o mundo.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">mas, a dado momento, encheu-se-te o corpo com a ânsia do regresso, e a alma com a vontade inabalável de substituir o mar pelo teu sorriso. regressaste para te suicidares no meu rosto.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">tento proteger-me do que me rodeia. ignoro tudo numa tentativa inútil de recomeçar novamente a viver.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">amanhã,ou enquanto dormes - agora mesmo -, vou pensar em ti. intensamente: até que as horas me doam sobre a pele, e o movimento dos dias passe como aves que perdem o sentido do voo - até que tudo o que me rodeia tome a forma do teu corpo.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">e em mim circules - quando estendo a mão por dentro da noite e te acordo, no fogo dos meus olhos.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">penso no que te vou deixar: nomes de flores e de estrelas para refazeres os jardins e as constelações, e o peso etéreo da minha morte - para continuares a celebrar a vida.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">insónia. noite fria, repleta de medos. noite sem fim. nada.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">levanto-me e abro a janela. respiro fundo. um fio de sol embate na garrafa abandonada ao lado da cama. ponho os óculos, e&nbsp;o dia</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">&nbsp;torna-se nítido, focado, limpo, e cheira a violetas...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">às vezes, tenho a impressão de ter perdido a exactidão dos gestos e das palavras.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">não me desagrada a ideia de viver num farol abandonado. não me desagrada que a luz se apague. não me desagrada pensar que posso perder a lucidez.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">por isso bebo.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">beber ajuda a cicatrizar o olhar ferido da noite. isola-nos do mundo, acende-nos os gestos, antes de nos perdermos...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">- o meu olhar só é belo porque se deixou aprisionar pelo teu. nesse lugar profundo onde nos cruzamos e o mundo faz sentido. e quando a distância nos separar, apenas uma impressão vaga, uma parte de mim pertencer-te-á.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">e dizes: um dia, quando a paixão nos fugir, em que vazio sem imagens tuas poderei descansar?</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">ninguém sabe se haverá regresso...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">depois, no fundo dos teus olhos, vejo-me pela última vez.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">envelheço, quando o vento entra no sono e agita o sonho em que te ressuscito.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">enquanto durmo, choro. as minhas lágrimas tornaram-se lentíssimas, ao envelhecer.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">este tempo que me resta é um tempo sem sentido.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">escuto a tua voz no deslizar da areia. adivinho a limpidez dos teus gestos no brilho do céu, e digo baixinho: ó noite de todas as noites, esconde o meu desgosto. apaga a imagem daquela que nunca me" canso "de amar..."</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">se um dia regressares, a terra estremecerá na memória de tua ausência. e a água formará um vasto oceano no outro lado do teu olhar.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">regressarás, talvez, quando o ar se tornar rubro em redor do meu sono - e o lume das horas, a pouco e pouco, saciar a boca que clama pelo teu nome.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">encontrar-nos-emos nas imagens deste jardim de afectos e de ódios. porque os jardins são labirínticas arquitecturas mentais,&nbsp;onde podemos resguardar os corpos de qualquer voragem do tempo.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">por isso, enquanto não regressas, construo jardins de areia e cinza, jardins de água e fogo, jardins de répteis e de ervas aromáticas, jardins de minerais e de cassiopeias - mas todos abandono à invasão do tempo e da melancolia.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">mas se um dia regressares, passeia-te por dentro do meu corpo. descobrirás o segredo deste jardim interior - cuja obscuridade e penumbras&nbsp;guardaram intacto o nocturno coração."</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">al berto</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Courier New;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-466889696448870782?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-86483761344285048402011-09-07T17:58:00.000-07:002011-09-07T18:26:46.183-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHaRl3H-q6A/TmgS9q5DCXI/AAAAAAAAAio/qYT_qLhxik8/s1600/4de28d1fa73aa%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="313" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHaRl3H-q6A/TmgS9q5DCXI/AAAAAAAAAio/qYT_qLhxik8/s320/4de28d1fa73aa%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5QwN2jFOc8/TmgTED8ShZI/AAAAAAAAAis/gQLXlFqtbp4/s1600/gothic_art42%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5QwN2jFOc8/TmgTED8ShZI/AAAAAAAAAis/gQLXlFqtbp4/s320/gothic_art42%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qx04m55-F60/TmgTJGmXy5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ridvW1vvYo0/s1600/gothicphotos617_20070402_1074957916%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qx04m55-F60/TmgTJGmXy5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ridvW1vvYo0/s320/gothicphotos617_20070402_1074957916%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8648376134428504840?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-70681472924619645422011-09-04T21:04:00.000-07:002011-09-04T21:04:23.651-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9nei7AMx24/TmRJxe4qPnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/S6nQGJ8uvJw/s1600/SnoWhite_by_nina_Y%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9nei7AMx24/TmRJxe4qPnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/S6nQGJ8uvJw/s320/SnoWhite_by_nina_Y%255B1%255D.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">Ponho-me atirado à morte um pouco menor ao suspiro do teu gesto,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">e posso esperar a penumbra…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">abro mais um dia inexplicável , e reclamo a paisagem em simultânea memória dentro…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">tenho a impressão de encher os sonhos com vida em voz alta… com a mudez e o silêncio doente, preenchido…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">não me<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>ouves, meu amigo; na prisão de um fio de sombra… eu disse-te!... não me ouves, não escutas a minha boca em sofrimento…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">encerro o meu amor por<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>ti, e quase<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>sempre , senão sempre, cansas-me no rascunho do nome dela…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">no corredor silente da paixão, há sempre o vento e um breve rumor, e a monção de uma treva…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">“ caminho em ti sem rumo<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">cruel músculo de oceânica solidão<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">escolho um nome… ofereço-to<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">enquanto esboço percursos na ilusão de te reencontrar<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">mas deparo com estas dunas tristes…”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">por favor, esquece-a apenas por um<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>segundo… <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">“lembras-te?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">ao anoitecer<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">onde terminará a visão?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">lembras-te onde estivemos juntos, onde fomos sempre um só?...<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">porque teimas em te esconder na poeira fabulosa das estrelas só por ela?...<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">vou-te buscar no chuvisco do teu debruçado corpo… não me vais fugir…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">molha-me… tu também precisas de mim… volta a ser chuva lenta, e esmaga-te em nós…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">volta nos relógios das fogueiras, mas não deixes que ela te queime… ardes há tanto tempo…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">porque a inventaste, inacessível?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>porque<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>lhe deste nome? esqueceste-te de mim pela outra distante margem por onde tanto te espero…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">não percebo onde o olhar alcança, e tu desejas despenhar a loucura onde nada se sonha e sei que tens “ para sobreviver, a morte de quem, partiu e se mantém vivo<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">como quem necessita partilhar um segredo”…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">como quem nada tem a temer…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">tu sabes… só tu sabes quantas súplicas a sabes esperar…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">vais caminhar por todas as insónias, mas não queres saber que ela é corpo morto enquanto caminhas… mas já não me ouves…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">talvez te compreenda…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">talvez…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">talvez te odeio, porque começa a nascer<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">em mim,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;">o talvez amor que lhe tenha…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>hugom<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-7068147292461964542?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-6288595102495280442011-09-02T18:33:00.000-07:002011-09-02T18:33:27.020-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcFKeHJ8INQ/TmGD1qT4yyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0VPe0-cfT3k/s1600/gothic_art59%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcFKeHJ8INQ/TmGD1qT4yyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0VPe0-cfT3k/s320/gothic_art59%255B1%255D.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-628859510249528044?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-55597055480471645502011-08-27T18:24:00.000-07:002011-08-28T08:49:29.593-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGvlbOM2vmE/TlmYQATRNeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/19Og20R6idE/s1600/o+fim+dos+dias....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGvlbOM2vmE/TlmYQATRNeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/19Og20R6idE/s320/o+fim+dos+dias....jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Retardei uma imagem sobre uma sombra escura,<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>fiquei demorado por vê-la, restei-me magoado por tudo o que a velocidade não disse..<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mas eu sempre soube como dizer-te…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">quando entrou a invasão e o olhar do teu meu tamanho corpo… longe… rapidíssimo…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">permite-me invadir a água desde o início, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">deixa-me chegar ao fim… de todos os nossos olhos que decidem chamar as árvores fotografadas quando as pálpebras voláteis se fecharem em vegetais do que eu ainda tenho vontade de te dizer…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">tu sabes… estou arrependido…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">tu sabes… sou neve súbita e assustada no aroma da primeira noite… <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">tu sabes… a nova morada só pode ser um desastre… <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">posso- me esconder por entre esse escuro onde a luz não entra…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">posso dizer que ainda respira uma pérola veloz, até alcançar a loucura… <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">posso dizer que tudo é a rapidez de um olhar…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e o amor, será sempre a ofensa, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">o insulto recuado da mesma imagem dos mesmos olhos que queremos magoar…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">sólida ave á descoberta da morte…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">vou envelhecer pela tua distância…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">magoa-me… volta a ver-me…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">volta a olhar para mim…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">fere-me… <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e longe deste dia, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">rebenta uma nova imagem de mim…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>afonso homem<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-5559705548047164550?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-34284416801115852982011-08-20T14:55:00.000-07:002011-08-20T14:55:27.759-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/nsmCPjWtfzU/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsmCPjWtfzU&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsmCPjWtfzU&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img 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/></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-5121129438489848342011-08-20T14:28:00.000-07:002011-08-20T14:28:19.694-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HtnkGTqgmk/TlAm6JTtNxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Wh5jKE0rJao/s1600/universo%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HtnkGTqgmk/TlAm6JTtNxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Wh5jKE0rJao/s320/universo%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-512112943848984834?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-92065455785349957962011-08-20T14:25:00.001-07:002011-08-20T14:25:42.383-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVf2TTCs5vE/TlAmTR3dOhI/AAAAAAAAAh4/m199jN6bzs8/s1600/gothic_art26%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVf2TTCs5vE/TlAmTR3dOhI/AAAAAAAAAh4/m199jN6bzs8/s320/gothic_art26%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-9206545578534995796?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-42204363757108291222011-08-09T05:51:00.000-07:002011-08-09T05:57:28.097-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUvEYhNBOOo/TkEpAHoUMwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/H4mCyaGLHvU/s1600/no_one_hears_you_by_stormowl7-d41v3mp%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUvEYhNBOOo/TkEpAHoUMwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/H4mCyaGLHvU/s320/no_one_hears_you_by_stormowl7-d41v3mp%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sento-me à morte,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e penso,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">nunca fugi da noite invisível...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sorrio antes de morrer,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e não voltarei a entrar no meu&nbsp;corpo... nunca mais...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">telvez me disperse o sangue, talvez se desprenda a memória...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mas, tenho-te como um globo terrestre esquecido no sol...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">abro-me, sem sinal de vida,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sobre os mortos onde me reconheço e onde tenho um mundo escuro...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">um ângulo de sombra...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">perdi o aroma de medo flutuante,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">diante de ti mesma...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não é possível dizer-te a geometria mágica das galáxias,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as dunas imóveis das constelações...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">deste-me nua,&nbsp;a túnica da boca desprendida,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a embriaguez e a luz...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">vieste comigo, rebentar a espessura dos astros...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"às vezes morre-se tanto,e tão cedo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e os olhos pousarão nos teus olhos este frémito de águas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">acredito nas ruas, onde descansa um barco e tu foges.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não acredito em ti.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">um fio de água enforca-nos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">eu acreditei no fogo e no silêncio que, de manhã, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">lavam os corpos, tornando-os de novo navegáveis.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">esperei, ainda te espero.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">escondendo do mundo a tristeza que me devora o corpo."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">até as tuas mãos, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as unhas,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me corróem as vidraças do silêncio...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dói-me não conseguir descrever-te a ausência... a distância...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">já não bebes o susto das minha últimas feridas...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">penso em ti...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">já nem me reconheço,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">na confusão dos pulsos,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no zumbido abundante das águas,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no ciúme...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">na silenciosa ruína das palavras...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mas mesmo assim,escrevo-te...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não sei respirar sem ti...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">" não sei para onde foste morrer"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não sei por onde morri...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">afonso homem e excertos de al berto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-4220436375710829122?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-87877396566832968762011-08-05T20:24:00.000-07:002011-08-05T20:43:04.730-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ24XKgzEF0/Tjyp7H7GofI/AAAAAAAAAhw/freGuq44tDM/s1600/247895%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ24XKgzEF0/Tjyp7H7GofI/AAAAAAAAAhw/freGuq44tDM/s320/247895%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sobre a luz, o mais último tombar...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">se eu morrer aqui,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">revela-me o teu corpo, comigo dentro...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">"nunca vi um coração tão forte como o teu</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">basta olhar o asfalto ferido" do cais</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">"ou lamber-te para sentir" o mar "e o azedo que outros corpos esqueceram no teu."</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">beber-te diferente,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">de um modo estranho...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">já nem a cinza sorri... </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">já nem o o fogo te arde...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">"começou a falhar-me a memória</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">já não sei se esta cabeça de pano existe ou ainda existirá</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">onde a contemplo... tenho medo</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">medo que me segrede quanta solidão está ainda intacta"</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">quanta desolação permanece em mim...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">desce um luar feito de vidro,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">semelhante à luz da chuva,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">depois do gesto,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">"na verdade, estou derrubado</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">amanheço dolorosamente, escrevo aquilo que posso</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">estou imóvel, a luz atravessa-me como um sismo</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">hoje, vou correr à velocidade da minha solidão..."</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">excertos de afonso homem e al berto</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8787739656683296876?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-86236695725389638082011-08-02T19:11:00.000-07:002011-08-02T19:28:41.467-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RMjeAVE2ic4/TjiuIDDtU6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/DfbMkC40pm4/s1600/swanheart_by_artorifreedom-d3j8ul3%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RMjeAVE2ic4/TjiuIDDtU6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/DfbMkC40pm4/s320/swanheart_by_artorifreedom-d3j8ul3%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">you...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8623669572538963808?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-57933175179512326912011-08-02T19:09:00.001-07:002011-08-02T19:09:59.732-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFngIxD7fCY/Tjit36E6jhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JCgUJYd4j7U/s1600/e776be13e422e5dcfa15afe4e4d0ccce-d424ka4%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFngIxD7fCY/Tjit36E6jhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JCgUJYd4j7U/s320/e776be13e422e5dcfa15afe4e4d0ccce-d424ka4%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-5793317517951232691?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-80966703199451334062011-07-31T22:27:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:40:49.872-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTsPt5-4vtA/TjY4-bugmbI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jrXvfw57T6Y/s1600/in_love_by_sasha_fantom-d41wgm8%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTsPt5-4vtA/TjY4-bugmbI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jrXvfw57T6Y/s320/in_love_by_sasha_fantom-d41wgm8%255B1%255D.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">sinto o meu corpo acabar o seu tempo…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">tempo de um espaço a que já não pertence,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">a que já não é lugar…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">precisas de muito mais luz para me desvendares,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">e isto é e será sempre um elogio…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">nunca ninguém perdeu esse tempo a pensar-me…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">mas se fechasses os olhos e me sentisses,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">há muito que me terias descoberto…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">sem luzes…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">sem sombras…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">não trago ilusões,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">talvez um bater do coração onde o teu nome transborda,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">talvez um sonho,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">talvez a certeza que o caminho chegará ao fim…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">talvez o teu nome…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">sei que o impossível és tu, <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">e, eu, o possível nos teus olhos…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">continua algo a penetrar-me o corpo,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">sobre a lentidão das horas…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">sob a rapidez do escuro e a imaginação inimaginável de ti…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">fiz-te maior do que és, tornei-me menor do que sou…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">surgiste…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">desapareci…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">és igual a ti, eu diferente de mim…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">és o movimento das águas,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">eu o esperar das marés…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">meu amor…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">meu demasiado amor…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">a tua boca é o platónico da minha,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">porque num amor impossível, só os olhos se tocam,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">só os olhos se beijam…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">e, sabes,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">quando o teu sorriso acorda,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">levantam-se todos os meus dias…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">talvez porque te viram,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>nunca mais se deitaram,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>nunca mais dormiram…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">AMO-TE,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">A PARTIR DE AGORA…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">NO MEU MAIS VERDADEIRO SILÊNCIO…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial Black&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>hugom<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8096670319945133406?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-75800593326310586362011-07-17T14:43:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:41:37.205-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/7_LrkIIprzI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_LrkIIprzI&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_LrkIIprzI&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fyw4fBKTXk/TiOEUS1g5tI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j-40G5r2eBI/s1600/4dfda67053f3c%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fyw4fBKTXk/TiOEUS1g5tI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j-40G5r2eBI/s320/4dfda67053f3c%255B1%255D.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-7580059332631058636?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-50778278785718099992011-07-14T18:44:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:42:26.587-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8e06VGp9dY8/Th-Z9djyXbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/f2Cf13GWoKM/s1600/a_rose_for_you_my_love_by_diantha75-d3iskge%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8e06VGp9dY8/Th-Z9djyXbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/f2Cf13GWoKM/s320/a_rose_for_you_my_love_by_diantha75-d3iskge%255B1%255D.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">trago um véu</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">de ausências negras,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">de sombras cobertas</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">destes sítios onde todos se desconhecem...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">esta negra haste de uma flôr que nasce...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a silhueta da vida,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">não chegou,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">não passou por mim...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">talvez a quisesse,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">mas ninguém me perguntou...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">morde-me o longe...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">anoitece-me a distância,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sem me dar por isso...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">porque não se cansam os teus olhos</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que me perturbam, que de tão fixos,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">me amedrontam?...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">hoje,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">escrevo por mim,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">por aquilo com que me olho,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a descoberto...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sou negro por imagem,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">mais escuro no que escondo...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">agora sei,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">com que tristeza me cubro...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">AGORA SEI A POESIA!...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">quando mais longe te olho,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">mais perto estás de mim...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">quando mais perto te vejo,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">MAIS LONGE SE TORNA O DIA!...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">agora sei o mundo!...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">limíto-me ao refúgio,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a um lugar seguro...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">onde sei que estou,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">pausa...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">espera...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">náusea de um grito escuro,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">quando o silêncio sangue secou...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ser-me eterno??</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">não consigo,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">morro-me por ser cedo demais...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">" mas faz-me pensar-te..."</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-5077827878571809999?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-87244009717805218782011-07-12T20:06:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:43:19.278-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iovYzaimF-0/Th0JzXa4acI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mVIk46bXviM/s1600/forsaken_by_jess8181-d3jq7jx%255B1%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iovYzaimF-0/Th0JzXa4acI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mVIk46bXviM/s320/forsaken_by_jess8181-d3jq7jx%255B1%255D.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">entre o dormir que deixa escapar uma luz,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">e o incidir pedaços desmaiados de solidão,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">há-de se envolver a saudade muito mais além...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">subo as noites por dentro,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">recentes,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">mergulhadas no frio...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">OLHA PARA DENTRO DE MIM!...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">em branco,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">quando descubro o negrume dos olhos,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">e um coração que se mantém como folhas</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">de um Outono escrito ao surgires imagem</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">de um escuro onde necessito morrer...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">esqueci-me dos dedos,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">das ideias que vão adoecendo,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">o rumor,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">o rasto,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">o vestígio,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">que vai distante e lento, despertar...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">eu,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">prefiro o receio de não me acordar...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">tanto faz!...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">OLHA PARA FORA DE MIM!...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">mas, eu sei,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">o vento é o fascínio do silêncio a gritar por ti...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">perto do corpo,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">pertíssimo,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">há uma luz curiosa de cansaço</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">e uma praia de dor por onde eu não durmo...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">vou do alento até aqui...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">cobrir-te,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">num coração invisível...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">eu,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">farei-me quase humano,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">o tecido&nbsp;dos corpos...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">posso, do fundo flutuante,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">sangrar da boca.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">pedes...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">exiges...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">suplicas...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">e, eu, nada de obidiências...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">moderações...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">apenas,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">porque não consigo fazê-lo...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">come todos os aromas que fui...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">alimenta-te de todos os perfumes que sou...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">não te hei-de matar,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">se tiveres esquecido a que cheira o silêncio...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8724400971780521878?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-70474344936576842011-07-08T20:43:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:44:07.735-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JLViXUqWyto/ThfMGzCX7wI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4caplpOPYYM/s1600/illusion_by_diantha75-d3jy4i0%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JLViXUqWyto/ThfMGzCX7wI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4caplpOPYYM/s320/illusion_by_diantha75-d3jy4i0%255B1%255D.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e se no&nbsp;fingir morrer</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">muma&nbsp;petrificada estrela,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">hei-de saber o mundo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sem regressos e ausências?...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">de longe,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">procuram-me os teus olhos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">navegantes,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">são naufrágios soluçantes...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">envelheci,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">muito mais tarde no súbito silêncio,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">para esconder o eterno e quieto</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">devasso amanhecer da morte...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">oceânicos aromas...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">depois,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">&nbsp;noites imensas,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">perfeitas,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">continuam a regressar à primavera de um luar aberto,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">de um astro que sou eu...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">conchas perfumadas de rasgados espaços e espumas...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">rasuras...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">memórias...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">de tudo o que não consigo lembrar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">esquecer-te...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">dizer-te algo magnífico à distância,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">do mesmo comprimento dos meus olhos aos teus...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">encurtámos a distância...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e, </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">depois,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">tão pertos,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nada sabemos dizer...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">só existe o respirar lento dos lábios extraordinários,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">cheios de medo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e uma boca doce por acontecer...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">da cúmplice frescura,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ao absolutamente nada...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">do cair, ao indefeso estilhaço</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">de&nbsp;te escrever...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">assim,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">urgente nos meus olhos,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">permanecerá,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a suspendida luz que foge da sombra,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">as cinzas e as noites...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">um dia,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">há-de chegar-me,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a solidão intacta,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e um corpo triste,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">" na escuridão de um olhar..."</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">afonso homem</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-7047434493657684?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-20481899533761897432011-07-04T22:06:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:44:52.613-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk3jC-6x_6I/ThKaVKSG2LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FjBcVuz95jM/s1600/f14bd9bc46dde166d7511187955f04dc-d3ifeam%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk3jC-6x_6I/ThKaVKSG2LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FjBcVuz95jM/s320/f14bd9bc46dde166d7511187955f04dc-d3ifeam%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">há o navegar do gesto</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">e a dor que tanto se há-de esconder,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">tumular,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">no silêncio do seu oceano de areias em movimento...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">irreal...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">partir...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">estanquei-me em corpo pólen e mel,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">e dela,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">dessa morte da pele,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">nada sei...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">o que faltará consumir?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">falta-me o corpo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">e isso eu sei,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">ou que resta dele...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">em húmidades inexistentes,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">luzes.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">azulíneas lâminas com que te matei...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">assim disseste o vento,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">e a tempestade explodiu...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">lê o limite dos olhos sobre o lugar da ferida que se prolonga,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">no que revelo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">se falasse apenas de mim,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">sem cessar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">mas nada disto é o que falo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">digo a morte desarrumada pelo interior de ti...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">ficou-me a poeira das brisas,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">um sono muito diferente,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">o vazio encerado do silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">para lugar nenhum foi a paixão</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">atravessando qualquer outro lado de uma noite limiar de uma manhã...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">despreza-me em ausências e maresias...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">porque eu tenho as sombras dos sentidos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">sei que há-de chegar a luz dos mortos,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">e a sombra excessiva de um jardim...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">areais...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">pedreiras...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">desertos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">e fumos vagarosos,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">de tudo o que foste em mim...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-2048189953376189743?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-64315902611124695712011-07-03T11:51:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:45:18.574-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEq7TDj03Fs/ThC5Or_nBgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YL-8Aaufwic/s1600/gothic-view-eye-tears%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEq7TDj03Fs/ThC5Or_nBgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YL-8Aaufwic/s320/gothic-view-eye-tears%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">estas são as lágrimas,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que por ti,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">quiseram sair ao mundo...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e que os meus olhos não sabem&nbsp;perceber...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">são rios do meu silêncio mais fundo,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que nem a morte as consegue entender...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-6431590261112469571?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-17241647752747780702011-07-02T20:58:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:46:05.222-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7NYpyHAOdg/Tg_oEpkcx2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/qgW-xd3BcKM/s1600/i_want_to_you_stop_by_doucesse-d3iteb8%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7NYpyHAOdg/Tg_oEpkcx2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/qgW-xd3BcKM/s320/i_want_to_you_stop_by_doucesse-d3iteb8%255B1%255D.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se continuar,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">encontrarei uma manhã parecida comigo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">uma boca indecisa,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a cor das águas nas tuas mãos...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">fugir de um beijo estreito??...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">não posso...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">porque entre paredes quentes,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">mordo e semeio,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">etéreas ternuras e um</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">apenas magoado mimo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">vamos pela loucura</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">falar enquanto dormimos.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">podemos fingir um qualquer dormir </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e a solidão que não se quer perturbar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">habito-me em ti por engano...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que te surpreenda o lugar!...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">"penso-te ao segundo", mas</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">esqueces os corredores da perfumada violeta</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">de todos os milésimos segundos que os precedem.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">deles,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">estão disponíveis,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">um gesto de tempo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o afecto de uma troca,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o constante e perpétuo movimento teu,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">os olhos apressados que se buscam.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e, quando se encontram,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">explode o mundo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a sombra,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e a desolação da luz...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e só restaremos nós os dois...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">diurnos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nocturnos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a tentar o regresso da voz,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ou o sossego do coração que voltaremos a fechar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">tu...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">eu...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nos lábios que o silêncio também desconhece...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-1724164775274778070?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-87433798416548056062011-07-02T20:02:00.000-07:002011-07-02T20:07:36.887-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXetSaF_Dbs/Tg_bmqL_l3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/iySBOoJ5Luk/s1600/4d71167004a4d%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXetSaF_Dbs/Tg_bmqL_l3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/iySBOoJ5Luk/s320/4d71167004a4d%255B1%255D.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8743379841654805606?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-74273700276178838082011-06-30T17:05:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:46:32.075-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3ySD5kxHGs/Tg0N-CoFhWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oozQWjPeLwI/s1600/missing+you+by+indaningsih+juanda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3ySD5kxHGs/Tg0N-CoFhWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oozQWjPeLwI/s320/missing+you+by+indaningsih+juanda.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">quase quieto espero pela humidade </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">e&nbsp;pelo aroma das veias...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">de início,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">recuo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">ás águas perfeitas de uma pérola</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">num sono adolescente...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">os mapas ainda não desenham os arquipélagos do quanto te amo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">justificar o sangue que me cega?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">SEMPRE!...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">mas o seio é silêncio,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">palavras nada difíceis por dizer...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">pergunta o quanto te espero...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">justificar o lume ou o silêncio</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">que sempre te soube escrever?...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">SEMPRE!...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">não brinco ao morrer de solidão,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">talvez brinques tu,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">num pinhal nocturno dos rios,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">quando me pertences no choro.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">o breve regresso pode dizer a memória que nos separa.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">a minha passagem em ti,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">quer dizer muito pouco...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">simúltaneamente,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">tudo!!...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">o teu rosto é uma pele de noite,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">deslocada,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">quando a incerteza&nbsp;próxima é um peito...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">um qualquer sítio longe...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">dúvido que alguma vez não te tenha amado...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">apenas dúvido...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">procura-me,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">pois oiço-te respirar em mim...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">a partir do vazio,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">ao fascínio de um silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">escrevo-te pelo interior do corpo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">DA VELOCIDADE DO ORVALHO À ETERNIDADE!...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">definitivamente,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">há um último crepúsculo limpo</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">onde,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">sob a chuva,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">eu amo-te!!... </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">no coração,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">do príncipio ao fim...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-7427370027617883808?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-20532829967598946052011-06-29T20:02:00.000-07:002011-06-29T20:02:31.010-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/MFJ-NL-fuiw/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFJ-NL-fuiw&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFJ-NL-fuiw&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-2053282996759894605?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-29023456384880599782011-06-27T22:05:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:47:06.284-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiFwvSoktkM/Tgldaw6mjjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3m7n_pfp4ag/s320/lux_hug+by+manuel+barca.jpg" width="320" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sabes?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">hoje descobri um luar mais cedo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">peço-te...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">vamo-nos magoar muito mais tarde onde tudo termina,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">onde tudo começa primeiro...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a mágoa, é o começo de tudo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o que posso destruir...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">se hesito, perco-me...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">se não vacilo, encontro-me...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">magoaste tudo aquilo que fui,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e nada te interessa aquilo que sou...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o dia ainda não se deitou...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e a noite longa não se quer levantar...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">queria te dizer algo que te pudesse ferir,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que te pudesse fazer algum dano...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">mas,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sabes?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">não consigo fazer algo que tu sempre conseguiste...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que para ti,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sempre foi fácil!</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">&nbsp;magoar o poema...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">do olhar, aos olhos sem ficar nada por dizer...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sabes?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">não quero construir nada que te possa ferir...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">além de ti,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">talvez venha eu...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">talvez, eu... logo a seguir...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">retirar da memória??</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">NUNCA!!!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o que falta dizer??</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">NUNCA!!!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sabes, meu amor?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">acabaste de me perder...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-2902345638488059978?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-4922878755717676772011-06-24T19:46:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:47:56.005-07:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHIvXRyR5mI/TgdO8iyuYJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/arGAZsKJcfE/s1600/resurgence+by+tatiana+pisella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHIvXRyR5mI/TgdO8iyuYJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/arGAZsKJcfE/s320/resurgence+by+tatiana+pisella.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">esqueci-me de te dizer que o sol não nasceu de manhã...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">ou fui eu que não o vi,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">despejado,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">sonolento no vestíbulo matinal do sono,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">onde os olhos preguiçosos se deitaram sobre a seda.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">quis dizer-te a palavra solta,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas habituei-me à inércia,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">ao som absurdo do silêncio,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">à mudez gigantesca do vazio.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">rasguei o dia...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">despedacei-o pelas horas...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">deixei-o nu,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">à deriva pelo quarto entreaberto do teu vestígio.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">esqueci-me de te dizer que a noite acabou por ficar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">que acabou por ser imagem,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">dedos de pequeníssimos minutos,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">estilhaços...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">quis dizer-te as sombras que contei,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas acostumei-me ao desleixo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">ao eco estúpido do ócio,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">este modo de ser, estranhamente descuido...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">é o salgado escombro da tua pele que me explode os sentidos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">e povoas metáforas por aqui...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">inventei um aquário de palavras submersas,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">letras apenas que escondi no baú carcomido do meu corpo.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">esqueci-me de te dizer a cidade inteira, mas adaptei-me ao desmazelo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">ao sótão enfadonho da moleza para onde te atirei...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">arrumei-te nessa estante escancarada,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">nessas prateleiras poeirentas onde envelhecem os livros proíbidos&nbsp;que deixei de ler.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">quis dizer-te os fantasmas que me assombram,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas deixei-me ficar no nítido contorno do silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">quis dizer-te as ruas todas, os becos sem saída por onde pernoitámos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas restei-me apenas nos passeios escuros e desertos da memória.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">sem absolutamente nada para dizer...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">achei-me por momentos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">denunciei-me por entre as mãos nessas multidões que fervilham&nbsp;pelo cais.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">o cheiro a maresia se confunde no odor penetrante do limo.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">bóiam poemas à tona...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">flutuam versos à deriva...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">é constante esta azáfama de pregões à proa,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">atirados ao longe,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">desordenados,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas são frias as mãos que os lançam,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">assim como a luz pálida de uma qualquer manhã...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">esqueci-me de te dizer que a saudade não veio,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">que a manhã não chegou,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas agarrei-me à lonjura,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">ao constante vazar da maré,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">à inconstante e opiada espuma...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">ainda é noite tudo aqui!...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">a cidade dorme criança, ainda...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">não há monstros que a perturbem,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">não há fantasmas que a amedrontem...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">apenas sonhos no vai-e-vém das ondas...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">quis dizer-te que a lua ainda não nasceu,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas aconcheguei-me à indolência,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">ao vago exílio,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">à brisa marítima e perpendicular da ausência.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">dimensão no pontão amargo desse mesmo cais.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">já não trago amarras tontas que me atracam ao molhe,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">a essa gare oceânica do beijo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">quis dizer-te a humidade sob os pés descalços e frios,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas demorei-me no desmaio do poema feito engodo.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">desabotoei-o...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">descosio-o...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">lancei-o às águas cinzentas,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">à lama do alimento.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">esqueci-me de te dizer a nódoa do poema no avental sujo das varinas.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">o leilão das lembranças,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">do sal,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">e numa pensão barata,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">o corpo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">rasgado e exausto que se oferece à cama embebida de nojo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">que se prostitui nas veredas sombrias da poesia...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">quis dizer-te o sangue e o corpo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">mas repeti-me no ódio,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">no porto nocturno da angústia,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">e fui,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">estivador embriagado nas tabernas imundas do silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">foi de sal o corpo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">de veneno a neblina azulada nas margens do gesto.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">e, na respiração sofucada,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">os olhos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">a varanda despida da partida...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">anoiteço-me...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">desembarco-me,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">clandestino,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">nas docas marginais do silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">e tu,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">ao longe no meu cais...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-492287875571767677?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-52564594313638499192011-06-22T21:05:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:48:24.311-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">deste último texto,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nasce uma boca que lanço,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sem nada perceber de um beijo...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o sol&nbsp;não&nbsp;entende a sombra,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a contemplação da nossa luz...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o luar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a cinza, e depois a nossa manhã.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a saudade não pode existir por nós,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">entre nós,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">de nós...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nunca percebeste que a saudade não poderia inventar o súbito, o derreter da morte.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">vou-te imaginar num suícidio áspero,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">onde&nbsp;as noites que se encontram,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">violentamente,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">darão lugar ás planícies, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">extintas,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a esses&nbsp;possíveis lumes diante de ti...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">do nada,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ao coração&nbsp;de partir </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e à tua boca&nbsp;de tanto&nbsp;chegar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">odeio-te,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">quando surge o lábio prolongado</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">além de ti...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">tens a textura quando te amo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sem saberes de mim...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">apareço agitado,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">inquieto,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sem fazer sentido,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">da velocidade, </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">da mesma agonia,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">poderíamos dormir juntos escrevendo o silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">um do outro...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">no nosso sono,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">poderíamos precipitar um filho desejado</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que ainda estaria por nascer...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">trago a lágrima quente e o nascer do mar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">pergunto o teu azul,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o teu movimento,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">um único luar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">descubro a espessura da noite,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ao abandonar-te,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">em vítreos,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e fugitivos corpos dos nossos agora</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">&nbsp;mortos silêncios...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">afonso homem</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> </div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-5256459431363849919?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-3387850077134472452011-06-20T18:16:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:49:27.518-07:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igc5EqR3bgE/Tf_4G9eLPzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/u7ReK9SNZzs/s1600/Gothic_Blue_by_Yang_tze%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igc5EqR3bgE/Tf_4G9eLPzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/u7ReK9SNZzs/s320/Gothic_Blue_by_Yang_tze%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">devoro</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">sempre calado,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a morte,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">o meu amor tão devagar, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">calado,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">movendo-me sem me importar com o silêncio...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">amo furtivamente a embriaguez do teu olhar de cor azul,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">hesitante,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">quando as noites suspiram os nomes umas das outras,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">escuras...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a espessa resina esbranquiçada de um meu letárgico coral,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">traz-te à memória, corpo!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">um fugir reduzido.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">" o sangue devagar",</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">o crepúsculo em órbita,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">em chamas...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">perdoa-me amar-te assim,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">tanto!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">por onde hesito...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">escrevo-te do relâmpago à demolição</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">quando anoitecer uma vez mais...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">esqueci-me do mundo quando te fiz regressar,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">" para onde foste morrer..."</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">esqueci-me da tua sombra deslizante,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">e morro no escombro lunar do teu lugar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">cego-me na deriva que não consegue amanhecer...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">falta-me a tua manhã,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a tua trémula tarde,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a tua noite de um&nbsp;infindável adormecer...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">transformei-me em ninguém desde as paredes à fúria...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">sequei-me por ti,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">tão cheio de sede como "troca de afectos".</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">tenta saber onde estou,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">ainda corpo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">ainda chuva.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">preciso preocupar-me com as cinzas em silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">"estou à tua espera num sítio onde as palavras ainda magoam,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">ainda ferem,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">sobram e faltam.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">mas sei que esse sítio não existe"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-338785007713447245?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-79087260038402317962011-06-07T16:12:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:50:19.190-07:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Iq9bOvPnSY/Te7z6maEJAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UmQ0qVIAwxM/s1600/20081006010557%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Iq9bOvPnSY/Te7z6maEJAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UmQ0qVIAwxM/s1600/20081006010557%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">raro índice ao alcance da sombra sobre o mundo...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">dou de comer&nbsp;ao coração na fome que não o alimenta...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e muito mais que te chamo princesa,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o corpo adolescente da noite, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">há-de fazer o teu regresso a mim...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">incandescências, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">aromas,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">metamorfoses magníficas,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que se hão-de rasgar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">" eu sei</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">este espelho incita-me à descoberta da morte</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">eu sei </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">este espelho reflecte o rosto que me engana</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">pernoito nos dentes da noite</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">são horas de ter medo meu amor</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">horas de fingir que nos amámos"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">persigo-te invadindo, espantoso,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o inverno da boca </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">para enganar o que morre contigo...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o abandono do mar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o que já não falas comigo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">à imagem, </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">" vou contigo pelas ruas</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">perturbando o sono poeirento das pedras</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">alinhando as árvores e cores na memória</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sentindo na pele este mar... a desolação"</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">encontrar-te-ia</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">no fingido oculto de me,&nbsp;te morrer...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e nas,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sob,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sobre as águas,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ninguém sabe que és minha...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ninguém sabe que sou teu...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">os teus olhos</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">galáxias dos corais...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a extremidade da sombra...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">escrevo-te pelo interior das pálpebras iluminadas</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">porque logo depois,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">acordas-me ao chover</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">por detrás da penumbra </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">da luz</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">da luz, da sombra...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nunca avancei sem ter pedaços do que és minha</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nunca esperei longe de ti</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">se esperasse aqui</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">teria desvarios e íntimas fugas </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e os instantes dasabariam o resto dos meus dias </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">horas a fio</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">do tanto que te procurariam...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">assim,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">vieram os extraordinários luares</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que te precederam...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">"ouço-te</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e com um gesto brusco aliso o sal dos rochedos </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a surpreendente floração" da pele e dos corpos</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">"apago com a fala a hesitante escrita" do teu movimento</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">"ascendo aos espaços de silencioso lume</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">onde as palavras deixam tombar pétalas em chamas"</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">não,espera...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">enganas-te, não é essa expressão que tu imaginas </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ao virar do que nunca pudeste pensar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">era demasiado fácil se descobrisses...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">eu sei, é pelas tuas manhãs que me descobres ou te queres descobrir...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">não quero nunca te preocupar em corações doentes por morrer...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">mas,decido inquietar as tuas manhãs...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o teu mais delicado acordar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">estou cada vez mais doente... é certo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">contigo de um azul</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">dentro,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">muito longe,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">posso amar-te ao fundo</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">num silêncio que é quase perfeito...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">afonso homem e al berto</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-7908726003840231796?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-24799395761152670562011-06-05T15:21:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:50:43.891-07:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QwdNNi8TaQ/TewquN24ToI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OyhJhBBxmRU/s1600/10021201_obviousmag.org_jordan[1].jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QwdNNi8TaQ/TewquN24ToI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OyhJhBBxmRU/s320/10021201_obviousmag.org_jordan%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> " outras feridas alastram subitamente no fulcro da memória</div><div align="center">outras noites atravessam-me</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">a escrita é um marulhar incessante</div><div align="center">imito a paisagem como se te imitasse, ou te escrevesse</div><div align="center">teu corpo dilui-se</div><div align="center">resta-me o fingimento", a mentira " sibilante das palavras</div><div align="center">sou a terra num texto onde não encontro água</div><div align="center">só noite e um rumor imperceptível no coração</div><div align="center">mais nada"<br /> <br /> sou eu e mais lugar nenhum...<br /> aviso-te... vou me matar...<br /> quero a morte do meu lugar...</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">"reclino-me para cima de teu corpo ausente, isolo-me</div><div align="center">na poeira, devagar, o sono vem como um ferimento às pálpebras</div><div align="center">o mundo era feito de estiletes de luz, mas já te afastavas</div><div align="center">devolvendo-me à vigília minuciosa dos meus gestos</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">ouviu-se então um grito, ou uma lágrima</div><div align="center">falava-te daqui, onde nenhum corpo tem sentido ou se define no tempo</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">treme-me a voz ao pensar em teu amargo nome</div><div align="center">todas as seivas escorrendo, dorme</div><div align="center">os misteriosos olhos de vidro sempre abertos, perturbam</div><div align="center">dormem a fingir o sono</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">o olhar saboreia o morno vinho</div><div align="center">envolve teus cabelos, bebe no teu rosto, adormece</div><div align="center">dormente onde tu e as aves vêm pernoitar</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">despontando num desafio que eu aceito</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">tua imagem permanecerá perto de mim, e a doçura de teu nome insinuar-se-á</div><div align="center">gota a gota, junto ao coração</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">na verdade, estou derrubado</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">amanheço dolorosamente, escrevo aquilo que posso</div><div align="center">estou imóvel, a luz atravessa-me como sismo</div><div align="center">hoje, vou correr à velocidade da minha solidão</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">teço a ausência dum corpo que me é absolutamente necessário, </div><div align="center">doem-me estes gestos"<br /> <br /> não, não vou acordar...<br /> nem sequer estou atrasado, nem sequer tenho que te dizer...<br /> nem sequer...<br /> foda-se, porque não sais de mim?...<br /> sai deste quarto de mim, da noite,<br /> sai desta luz, desta maéstrica sombra...<br /> sai daqui, deste lugar, desta morada, <br /> deste silêncio...<br /> sai do que penso...<br /> sai do que sinto...<br /> sai... sai apenas,<br /> do que amo...<br /> sai outra vez de mim!...<br /> desabita-me,e deixa-me ficar em desarrumo...<br /> em desordem..<br /> em sossego...<br /> deixa-me ficar&nbsp;eu,&nbsp;e o&nbsp;silêncio...<br /> <br /> <br /> al berto e afonso homem</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-2479939576115267056?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-80583388141019501682011-06-02T17:23:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:51:22.919-07:00<div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"penso na morte</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">mas sei que continuarei vivo no epicentro das flores</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">no abdómen ensanguentado doutros-corpos-meus</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">continuo só</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">e sinto o peso do sorriso que não me cabe no rosto</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">improviso&nbsp;um voo de alma sem rumo mas nada me consola</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">a escrita é a minha primeira morada de silêncio</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">a segunda irrompe do corpo movendo-se por trás das palavras</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">extensas praias vazias onde o mar nunca chegou</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">deserto onde os dedos murmuram o último crime</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">escrever-te continuamente... areia e mais areia</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">construindo no sangue altíssimas paredes de nada</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">noite dentro</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">embriago-me com vinho macio... sentado na desolação</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">caminho por onde nunca me aventurei</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">repisar tua sombra oblíqua naqueles areais</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">cercado de água morder o coral do medo</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">onde tua ausência se quebra... migrar</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">com as marés da noite para regiões onde o sonho existe</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">fora de ti</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">uma cerveja outra e outra</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">para que um sorriso se revele na embriaguez da despedida</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">reparo nas mãos</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">é tarde</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">a pequena pintura connosco dentro abandonei-a</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">em qualquer travessia da noite</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">hoje não me lamento</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">levanto o olhar para o lugar que deixaste quase vazio</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">falo sobre a repetição dos dias</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">esta ausência foi a única dádiva abandonada</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">de nunca descrobrires os corações </span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">levantei-me </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">tu cortaste-me a fuga vagarosamente preparada</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">e junto ao mar existe ainda aquele lugar perdido</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">onde a memória te imobilizou</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">esperei que viesses ao entardecer</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">abrisses os braços para mim</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">esperava que surgisses</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">mesmo durante a noite esperei</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">e tu nunca vieste</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">desculpa</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">a solidão turva-se-me de lágrimas</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">e nas pálpebras tremem visões do meu delírio</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">onde a sede nunca encontrou a sua água</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">e às vezes ainda tenho sede de ti</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">que posso tocar sem me ferir na escuridão do olhar</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">tenho medo</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">medo que me segrede quanta solidão está intacata</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">andamos pelo mundo</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">experimentando a morte</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">dos brancos cabelos das palavras</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">atravessamos a vida com o nome do medo</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">e o consolo dalgum vinho que nos sustém</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">a urgência de escrever</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">não se sabe para quem</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">sonhar perto do coração que não sabe como tocar-te</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">assim te escrevo</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">sentado na parte mais triste do meu corpo"</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;al berto</span></em></strong>&nbsp;</div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8058338814101950168?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-63666431372538491632011-06-01T20:33:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:51:46.549-07:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82IseF0advU/TecFWs_qgUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/E3iOHGy0xpk/s1600/images%255B4%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82IseF0advU/TecFWs_qgUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/E3iOHGy0xpk/s1600/images%255B4%255D.jpg" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a noite surge sombra sem ti,luz...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">a morte afasta-se de mim quando</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">te pressinto sem mágoas, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">com essa vontade de todas as minhas açucenas bruxuleantes...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">vens extraordináriamente pérola...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">tão deslumbrante que consegues prender o meu olhar à tua luz...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">agora,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">só consigo falar da vida, porque estás viva em mim...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">só falarei da morte,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">quando me ausentas...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">perdoa-me, meu tesouro,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">não consegui cumprir a promessa do poema...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">mas p.f., JURO-TE!!! acredita em mim!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">a morte afasta-se mais da sombra,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">cada vez mais do silêncio...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">POR TI!!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">amo-te...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">assim!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-6366643137253849163?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-67061222761157103162011-05-30T14:26:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:52:05.902-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cA5GM-N2-N0/TeQJJ3y6f-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/wwAk9FmJqXw/s1600/262366526_b6dd0c0948%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cA5GM-N2-N0/TeQJJ3y6f-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/wwAk9FmJqXw/s320/262366526_b6dd0c0948%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">o teu amigo está aqui sempre ao pé de ti!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">não conseguiria estar muito longe de ti!...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">mas precisa esconder pensamentos que doem,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">precisa de arrumar sentidos de um coraçao magoado...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">mas não te preocupes, meu tesouro, eu vejo-te ao longe,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">velo por ti!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">nunca te deixaria só!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">nunca te deixaria cair, tombar!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">a minha voz está em ti!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">o meu sorriso mora em ti!!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">as palavras minhas são tuas!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">o teu amigo não foi embora, não partiu sequer...preocupa-se demasiado contigo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">só está um pouco escondido pela sombra.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">mas vê-te!!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">olha-te!!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">proteje-te!!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">pensa-te!!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">sente-te!!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">e vai ser sempre assim até ao fim dos seus dias...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">chama-me e eu virei à luz...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">grita-me e eu sairei da sombra... </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">e deixarei o silêncio...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times;">hugom</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-6706122276115710316?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-11810217338497653892011-05-28T17:54:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:52:24.362-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5kxLtM9RwI/TeGTqKy_xdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MHfuu77SpGg/s1600/digit-art-stuff-gothic-fallen-angels-dark-goth-fantasy_large%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5kxLtM9RwI/TeGTqKy_xdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MHfuu77SpGg/s320/digit-art-stuff-gothic-fallen-angels-dark-goth-fantasy_large%255B1%255D.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">se não fosses em mim, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">o que seria eu?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não percebes que me ocultas sob o ópio dos lugares</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">em que o corpo se devasta?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não entendes que me escondes por onde o silêncio</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me dói mais??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pés descalços sobre as flores...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sei que desisti quase a chegar...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">parti...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tinha medo que estivesses aí...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que me esperasses... não saberia o que te dizer...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de mim... de ti...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">por ti... por mim...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a&nbsp;boca dar-te-á, um silêncio em arco e um exíguo corpo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">à beira das palavras...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">à beira da mudez muito acima do mundo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">muito acima de quem sempre te soube d(escrever)...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">agora já nem me resto, porque sei que nunca te sobrei,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sobejei ao teu mais íntimo lugar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">o sangue é este monstro descompasso que me alerta </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que nada em mim, está correcto...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que nada em mim, pode continuar sem o cemitério de te pensar...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sobre o volume, a noite senta-se, procurando-te por dentro...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">flutuando...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">procuro reconhecer-te, e nada me surge...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a memória da chuva por onde morreste,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">acordará o silêncio deste espelho cúmplice</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mais próximo desta minha falta de tempo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que me fez amar-te imagem!...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">é melhor incinerarem-me no desvio da sombra,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pois só te dou afectos muito longe da luz...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">o meu corpo é lento apenas quando te sinto triste em plena penumbra...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">apenas quando te visito no rebentar dos olhos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">nada mais há-de nascer aqui, até à proximidade da morte extraordinária...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mais um pouco, esperar-te-ia...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mais um pouco, muito pouco...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">AMAR-TE-IA!!...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">afonso homem</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-1181021733849765389?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-40641298228838846912011-05-26T22:03:00.001-07:002011-05-26T22:03:37.509-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enucTlNQEwM/Td8woHJAdzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/B01r9DDSCY8/s1600/TEARS%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enucTlNQEwM/Td8woHJAdzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/B01r9DDSCY8/s320/TEARS%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-4064129822883884691?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-82136069788627501372011-05-26T17:28:00.000-07:002011-05-26T21:30:21.569-07:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uL9U0-naFoc/Td8St4rKJqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PSyWqMcBiNI/s1600/Solution_by_sanity_illusion%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uL9U0-naFoc/Td8St4rKJqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PSyWqMcBiNI/s320/Solution_by_sanity_illusion%255B1%255D.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">" o ópio agia. desejava morrer num lugar público,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">sentado num banco de jardim e esperar a morte ao amanhecer.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">a cidade acordaria estremunhada pelas luzes dos jornais luminosos anunciando que,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">no centro dela, num jardim,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">o seu morto mais morto permanecia intacto, em exposiçâo.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">vomitei, vomitei o ópio a cerveja e os soníferos, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">encolhi os ombros, apanhei um táxi e fui para casa.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">só se falha uma vez, pensei eu.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">subi as escadas sozinho, como sempre o fizera.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">sozinho, até ao fim dos dias.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">recomeçarei.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">de quarto em quarto, perco-me para reencontrar o aroma do teu corpo ausente.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">no ar quente da casa</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;a poeira forma suaves cortinas que me escondem dos espelhos.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">a luz esbranquiçada, quase comestível, alinhava rostos que viveram aqui,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">diluem-se junto aos umbrais assim que me aproximo deles.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">vou tropeçando de degrau em degrau, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">de andar em andar,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">de subterrâneo em subterrâneo, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">abro e fecho portas,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">passam os&nbsp;anos.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">fecho os olhos," espio-te " deitado no châo, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">para morrer.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">j'habite ce pays d'eau. ces plaines de corps humides</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">murs blancs où crèvent les oiseaux migrateurs de mon sang.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">je me blesse sur ton corps.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">j'habite ce pays par erreur.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">nous n'avons plus de blessures à ouvrir.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">la nuit est plus en plus près de nous</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">nous marchons l'un dans l'autre.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">águas claras, através delas apercebemos conchas abertas ao sonho</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">pó rubro emanado pelos corpos intumecidos durante a noite </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">chove sempre dentro e fora dos corpos</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">já não&nbsp;necessito de ti</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">um dia pressenti a música estelar das pedras, abandonei-me ao silêncio</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">é lentíssimo este amor progredindo com o bater do coração</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">não, não preciso mais de mim</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">por vezes, corre-me pelas mãos uma morte</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">um olhar indefinido</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">separado do meu rosto mais nítido</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">na verdade, os ritos do suicídio sempre me perturbaram o sono,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">tecem-se em mim"</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">na verdade, deslumbram-me onde esperam por mim...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">quase disponíveis... pacientes...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">a tua sombra persegue-me o interior de te amar próximo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">" não percebo</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">dentro de momentos é cedo ainda para matar as palavras</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">será sempre cedo nas moradas do meu silêncio?"</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">sou um barco com medo dos corais...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">lamento as águas por onde vais morrendo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">" escrevo-te enquanto não amanhece</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">a morte desperta em mim uma planta carnívora</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">o mundo parece despedaçar-se pelos desertos do meu delírio</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">pântano de lodo entre a pele da noite e a manhã</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">espaço de penumbras e de incertezas</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">onde podemos perder tudo e nada desejarmos ainda</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">por isso aproveito o pouco tempo que me sobeja da noite</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">este vácuo lento este visco dos espelhos</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">espessa escuridão agarrada à memória debaixo da pele</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">começa a asfixia o perigo de ter amado</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">no mais profundo segredo das noites devorámo-nos</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">como um presságio </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">os objectos</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">revelavam-me a pouco e pouco a desolação em que tenho vivido"</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">morro...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">eu...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">e a morte...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">sem quase te ter vivido...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">não... não era suposto&nbsp;amar-te tanto!...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial;">al berto e afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8213606978862750137?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-56305851989820158312011-05-22T16:07:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:54:06.177-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8X58REHx6A/TdmSZiSA1UI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Qsd4MVaLxwQ/s1600/877ac998a9810282a6ad576669e7feb7-d1w7jyu%255B1%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8X58REHx6A/TdmSZiSA1UI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Qsd4MVaLxwQ/s320/877ac998a9810282a6ad576669e7feb7-d1w7jyu%255B1%255D.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">COMO DESENHO A ESTRANHA VOZ,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">UMA ESTRANHA CASA</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">QUE ME ALIMENTO?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">PORQUE DESENHO O TEU ROSTO,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ONDE ME SUSTENTO?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">DESTE-ME O REGRESSO DA PLANÍCIE,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">PERPÉTUAR O LUGAR,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">QUE ME ISOLOU...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ESTARES NO MEU SÍTIO,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ATÉ AGORA,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">É O BASTANTE SOL QUE ME GUARDASTE...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ESSE INTERIOR DO RECEIO,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ESSE ETERNO SILÊNCIO QUE ME BASTE...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">NO IMENSO PESO DAS MÃOS CRUZADAS,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">TOCADAS...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">SENTIDAS...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">SURGE A INOCÊNCIA DE UMA LÁGRIMA DO&nbsp;MEU SILÊNCIO...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">O IMENSO MEDO DE TE PERDER!...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">LÁ FORA,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">VIVEMOS LONGE,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">SOBRE OS OLHOS MAIS CLAROS DOS TEUS DIAS...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">E SOB AS MÃOS,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ENCONTRAREMOS A TRISTEZA DO CHORO</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">MAIS DENTRO DA VERTIGEM.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">CONCENTRO-ME,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">NA TUA PRESENÇA DE CHUMBO...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">CONSTRÓIS UMA EXCESSIVA LUZ DO MEU ÚLTIMO DIA!...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ACONTECERÁS À MINHA MORTE??...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">VIVERÁS À MINHA IMAGEM??...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">MORTO ANJO,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ABANDONADA SOMBRA!...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">O ROSTO FINGE O SORRISO,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">O ESCOMBRO...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">A BOCA INVENTA A VIDA...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ESPERO-TE,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">INCESSANTEMENTE,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">NO MESMO NADA...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">ALGUMA TEMPESTADE ESTÁ INTACTA...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">SÓ EU,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">NUNCA TE TOQUEI...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">NA TRAVESSIA DA CALMA,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">DO NOSSO INOCENTE AMOR...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">DO NOSSO CÚMPLICE SILÊNCIO...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-5630585198982015831?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-80271311856272236332011-05-17T20:27:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:54:49.987-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpGCjeMI2vc/TdM0KHU098I/AAAAAAAAAcw/LOqa5JuMqvE/s1600/dark-6%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpGCjeMI2vc/TdM0KHU098I/AAAAAAAAAcw/LOqa5JuMqvE/s320/dark-6%255B1%255D.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">PENSO-TE O OLHAR DA ÁGUA </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">SOBRE O ESCONDERIJO DO RELÂMPAGO...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">FIZESTE-ME UM ROSTO EM SOMBRA,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">O MINERAL DO TEMPO REDUZIDO </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">E O AMOR AO NOMEAR O INVERNO DAS MÃOS...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NÃO PERCEBO PORQUE SE DEMORAM,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">PORQUE SE DEVORAM,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">PORQUE SE AMAM...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">PORQUE SE APERTAM</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">&nbsp;E SE ROMPEM&nbsp;&nbsp;EM VONTADES DE PAIXÕES</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">QUANDO SE POEMAM E NÃO SE QUEREM DESPRENDER..</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">LARGAR...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">DESPEDIR...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">VOAR...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">QUEBRO-ME TÃO FORA DE TI,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">TÃO DENTRO DO QUE ÉS...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">VIBRO O MOMENTO QUE É CEDO,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">E MATO A MORADA VIGIADA DO SILÊNCIO...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NUNCA TE FALAREI SEM SEDE,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">AO REVELAR QUE TE AMO POR ENGANO,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">A MEMÓRIA...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">O MEDO...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">POUCO ME RESTA DO QUE TE CALO...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">UM DIA DORMIREI À BEIRA DO CAIR DA NOITE QUE TE RODEIA(...)</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">SÓ TE PERTENCE ESSE CONFUSO LUGAR...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NÃO TENHO RECEIO DE TE AMAR,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NA ALUCINAÇÃO QUE ABANDONO À SOMBRA DE UMA BOCA ESPANTOSA!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NÃO SEI SE CHEGAREMOS AO DIA...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NÃO SEI SE CONSEGUIREMOS A NOITE...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NÃO SEI SE INVENTAREMOS O FIM...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">SEI,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">QUE O VELUDO SE APROXIMA</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">E,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">QUEM PODE SABER,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">SE CHEGAREMOS A MORRER AQUI</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NESSA FULGURAÇÃO REPENTINA DO TEU CORPO?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">A ETERNIDADE,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">CREIO,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">QUANDO O ANOITECER BREVÍSSIMO</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">DEIXAR O TEU RASTO DE PALAVRAS QUE TE FARÃO REGRESSAR...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">O MEU LUGAR AQUI É ESTA OUTRA PELE LUMINOSA E NÍTIDA,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">POR ONDE O FRIO SE ROMPER.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">HOJE,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">A AURA LUNAR TEM ESTRANHOS CONTORNOS DE VIAGENS...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NUNCA OS FIZ SEM TI!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NÃO DURMO SEM TE PENSAR...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">NÃO TE PENSO SEM ME DORMIR!...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">DESABITO-ME EM ESCOMBROS...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;">AFONSO HOMEM</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8027131185627223633?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-40524256169583689122011-05-16T17:33:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:55:27.925-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISjbG75w5-8/TdG_QC2g5RI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KNVGBRlD6MQ/s320/538800525ashgimph%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">segredo-te noctívagos pinhais,</span></em></strong><br /> <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">pálpebras&nbsp;feridas que se tardam...</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">depois, das paisagens...</span></em></strong></span><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">&nbsp;no que falta construir...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">no que falta dizer...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sobram-me as lágrimas que se afastam das promessas...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">dos vendavais...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o suspiro deslocado enquanto o sono</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">cessar e nada possuir...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e, de uma ponta à outra,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">escrevo-te próximo da nossa morte...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">do não existir...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o coração é uma cidade no crepúsculo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">tão difícil explicar.</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">para quê, um sorriso fora de ti,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">se em adeus,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a ânsia que me invade, desaparece?...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e o silêncio aparece lento... colado </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">à lunar insónia da tristeza...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">arranquei hoje, um pedaço de ti???...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">hà muito, que os teus dias</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">são o arrancar&nbsp;bocados de mim!...</span></em></strong><br /> <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /> </span><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">afonso homem</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-4052425616958368912?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-3566055922512420412011-05-15T15:27:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:55:59.747-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLmLeRv8WBc/TdBRDMkjdnI/AAAAAAAAAco/TvIPt36CBKI/s1600/scarred-broken-pain%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLmLeRv8WBc/TdBRDMkjdnI/AAAAAAAAAco/TvIPt36CBKI/s320/scarred-broken-pain%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">contaminas-me a memória da partida</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">diante de ti...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">morres-me em contraluz na fresca alba</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">da chama em movimento...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">tudo acontece por cima do mar!...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">adivinho imensos gritos secretos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">e extraordinários silêncios...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">"no fundo, atravessava-te sem me deter</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">abandonei-te à transgressão do voo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">ambos conhecíamos o sabor do sangue</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">e das açucenas tardias</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">mas, o tempo atropelou tudo em redor </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">esquecemos os objectos íntimos e o que</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">estávamos ali a fazer</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">das palavras" lamacentas, "restavam os</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">pedúnculos ocos na respiração dum recente medo"</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">tu e eu...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">um partir...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-356605592251242041?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-43470471790693398402011-05-13T12:08:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:56:23.181-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zE10Ojmvk1c/Tc19tyU2SVI/AAAAAAAAAck/9I40iT7Bfmg/s1600/2%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zE10Ojmvk1c/Tc19tyU2SVI/AAAAAAAAAck/9I40iT7Bfmg/s320/2%255B1%255D.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ofereceste-me o silêncio que me define,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">num dia inteiro...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">não tens latitudes de me magoares...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">terás sempre longitudes de me ferires...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">de me doeres...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">ouve-me!...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">ainda tens tempo para mim?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">ainda tens um pouco mais de espaço do meu mimo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">a liberdade de ter saudade sem </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">nunca a pedir?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">um fazer de conta,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">tu e eu...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">um chegar...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">ou partir?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">ou nunca mais dizer?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">ousar??</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">ou nunca mais sentir???...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-4347047179069339840?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-8837436312414337462011-05-08T19:27:00.000-07:002011-05-08T19:30:36.189-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9E26INg7V-M/TcdQjzZYDVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/M5xYqEmmW6k/s1600/IMG_8217%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9E26INg7V-M/TcdQjzZYDVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/M5xYqEmmW6k/s320/IMG_8217%255B1%255D.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">EIS O POEMA!...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">EIS O AMOR!!...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">EIS A VIDA!!!...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">EM MIM!!!!...</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-883743631241433746?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-35659331791400066912011-05-08T18:48:00.000-07:002011-05-10T14:15:54.722-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nY75STxFccU/TcdG1-H5A8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/xpwMj0eAY_o/s1600/Gothicwallz--Cross-Borns%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nY75STxFccU/TcdG1-H5A8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/xpwMj0eAY_o/s320/Gothicwallz--Cross-Borns%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">hoje,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">é um dia em que o coração</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">me dói num sítio qualquer</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">em que não pertence...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">deveria ter permanecido,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">deveria ter sido urgente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ter-me demorado um pouco mais</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">em quem amei verdadeiramente...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">hoje,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sou "prisioneiro de um fantasma</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">que me roubou o mundo"...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-3565933179140006691?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-89985826806288680942011-05-03T18:57:00.000-07:002011-05-03T18:57:37.572-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nL4iCKCofXI/TcCyLXR7_5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Z9jazNmaQOM/s1600/i__ll_soon_be_gone_by_ash_3xpired-d32pm72%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nL4iCKCofXI/TcCyLXR7_5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Z9jazNmaQOM/s320/i__ll_soon_be_gone_by_ash_3xpired-d32pm72%255B1%255D.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzMFBCgN_pU/TcCyckg3o6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/n5gvr2HB3ac/s1600/Deadlands_by_red_riding%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzMFBCgN_pU/TcCyckg3o6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/n5gvr2HB3ac/s320/Deadlands_by_red_riding%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8998582680628868094?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-61590538515204034602011-05-02T19:07:00.000-07:002011-05-02T19:09:11.091-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCwLEiu5xRc/Tb9Z9NGSxgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WZJi7BV1l3I/s1600/heartless_by_AutumnsGoddess%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCwLEiu5xRc/Tb9Z9NGSxgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WZJi7BV1l3I/s320/heartless_by_AutumnsGoddess%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-6972929871364782006?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-14922440585795017832011-04-24T23:40:00.000-07:002011-04-24T23:40:54.747-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_hAWQ2eXtA/TbUWHIwbpUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XLJXC9tFKRU/s1600/She__s_Hearing_Voices_by_larafairie%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_hAWQ2eXtA/TbUWHIwbpUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XLJXC9tFKRU/s320/She__s_Hearing_Voices_by_larafairie%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">" when you want something you've never had,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">you have to do something you´ve never done "</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">i knew it was a risk...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">but i knew i had to try...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">luv u...</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-1492244058579501783?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-68654361532538721082011-04-23T11:49:00.000-07:002011-04-23T15:15:55.216-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDR-hUIgJx0/TbMdH1dd-UI/AAAAAAAAAbE/14Uonh8qews/s1600/1533cbbad08937c5179781ced257601e%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDR-hUIgJx0/TbMdH1dd-UI/AAAAAAAAAbE/14Uonh8qews/s320/1533cbbad08937c5179781ced257601e%255B1%255D.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">esqueci-me,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">porque não fui demorado</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">no olhar do teu rosto...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">habituei-me ao mar geométrico...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">repara como dilui a loucura dos lírios...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">escrever lábios azuis das mãos,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">ao despires véus luares e</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">maéstricas brancuras...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">esse holocausto da tua chegada,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">do sorriso que agora veio...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">o concerto das palavras</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">despe-se dentro do interior do que penso...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">as mãos sublinhadas numa linha de naufrágios,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">hão-de musicar a saudade escura de ti...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">o sorriso lembra-te,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">mas não aqui,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">onde faltar o musgo do teu choro...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-6865436153253872108?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-36861379765232881932011-04-19T10:56:00.000-07:002011-04-19T10:56:45.689-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgIFBFHJAHg/Ta3JbBngNsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yUhEul0S8Ic/s1600/227350%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgIFBFHJAHg/Ta3JbBngNsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yUhEul0S8Ic/s320/227350%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">a saudade de ti é uma estrada sem sossego,</div><div align="center">sem ninguém do que mais te intendo...</div><div align="center">pausa...</div><div align="center">ruas de gritos sem manhãs quando acordar na ternura</div><div align="center">da tua mais pequeníssima lua...</div><div align="center">e, depois,</div><div align="center">nasces pelo teu nome, grandioso... assim...</div><div align="center">(e)terno, terno caminho do " pólen esvoaçado tornado mel..."</div><div align="center">não tens manchas amadas, sótãos marmoreados por onde te procuro</div><div align="center">e sei que te posso encontrar só por acaso,</div><div align="center">neste meu desmaio de um universo de palavras simples...</div><div align="center">estes são os dedos, embarcações da minha tua espera </div><div align="center">no mais frio interior de ti...</div><div align="center">musíca o espaço da espera...</div><div align="center">faz eco...</div><div align="center">faz som...</div><div align="center">faz amor à voz do meu silêncio...</div><div align="center">esperar-te-ei, sem dúvidas...</div><div align="center">com certezas de amar-te...</div><div align="center">com acordes certíssimos do meu desejado suicídio...</div><div align="center">visita-me por vontade, no meu cremar poético...</div><div align="center">diz-me que estás bem!!</div><div align="center">visita-me apenas de vez em quando...</div><div align="center">por vezes...</div><div align="center">fechar os olhos, não é nada pela saudade...</div><div align="center">hoje, morremos aqui...</div><div align="center">parcos de palavras...</div><div align="center">estes tão apenas únicos,</div><div align="center">silenciosos corações</div><div align="center">em lunáticos silêncios...</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">afonso homem</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-3686137976523288193?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-28815845007305033262011-04-18T18:23:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:58:17.685-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">quero ser apenas quem não ficou indiferente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">à passagem veloz do vento,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">à voragem da fome que nos devora,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">fora da vontade que nos consome...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sou magro na fome,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">cheio na voz que nos enche...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">agora sei, que não sou um último poema...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sei que não sou a última dor que escrevo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">o último convite que me dedicam...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">cheiro no que mais perto há-de haver, </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">da lembrança ao enterro,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">o que sempre de escuridão te quis dizer...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">dos meus inesquecíveis amigos, à Índria...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">dela, ao possível poema...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sem a tristeza de um impossível último admirar belíssimo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">do nosso próprio desafio.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">se pusermos o impacto de pensar,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">não seremos chamas pelo vidro?...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">chamarmos morte à luz, e vida à sombra??...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sempre estive com ela enquanto falava...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">não sei se ela esteve comigo, enquanto escutava...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sei, que não fará promessas...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sei que não poderá magoar-me mais...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sei que ela sabe qual o gosto do pó...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sei que ela sabe que crescemos juntos...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sei que ela sabe que não sou a chave do mundo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sei que ela se zanga, a cada lágrima escrita pelo torpor dos olhos...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">sei que a violência nascerá antes de mim...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">a tristeza mencionada depois do fantasma pulmonar,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">puro, dos lugares amados se perguntares:</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">- hum!!! se te acalmares, poderei desérticamente, matar-te??</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">Índria... </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">surgiste agora...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">perdoa-me!!...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">não te esperava...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">não te sabia pendurada no que sou...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">deixa-me conhecer-te numa qualquer coisa de errado...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">numa qualquer coisa de certo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">VOU-ME OBRIGAR AO FUMO </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">DOS AMIGOS QUE ME ESPERAM...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-2881584500730503326?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-86822905059006894712011-04-18T17:42:00.000-07:002011-04-18T17:46:22.748-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g2hpR2qynZk/TazW01X4OLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tiSDzmLyv8w/s1600/225432%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g2hpR2qynZk/TazW01X4OLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tiSDzmLyv8w/s320/225432%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">deixa-me ser...</div><div align="center">lama...</div><div align="center">ferida e o meu corpo vivo do teu corpo...</div><div align="center">um interior navio dos meus passos...</div><div align="center">deixa-me ser...</div><div align="center">a subtileza, por cima do mar,</div><div align="center">em galáxias que não explico, quando me internaram no íntimo de ti...</div><div align="center">a parte de mim doente,</div><div align="center">&nbsp;que ainda não parte,</div><div align="center">quande me abandonas à imagem&nbsp;do próximo sangue cinza...</div><div align="center">branco...</div><div align="center">preto...</div><div align="center">deixa-me ser...</div><div align="center">deixa-me estar...</div><div align="center">em arco, nesta copa de um corpo majestoso onde multiplico </div><div align="center">o esplêndido mercúrio,</div><div align="center">quando imaginar a cintilante criatura da linguagem...</div><div align="center">deixa-me ser...</div><div align="center">o desejo atravessado num pátio de cansaço...</div><div align="center">pára!!! meu lume alquímico nos olhos!!...</div><div align="center">procurar-te,</div><div align="center">&nbsp;é a degradação e o estrondo de entrar em oceanos vegetais,</div><div align="center">onde zumbes lunares ciúmes...</div><div align="center">morrendo-me...</div><div align="center">deixa-me ser...</div><div align="center">a poeira...</div><div align="center">o zinco que rebenta...</div><div align="center">a orla calcária...</div><div align="center">o seio...</div><div align="center">deixa-me ser...</div><div align="center">SILÊNCIO!!...</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">afonso homem</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8682290505900689471?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-61000044310916136072011-04-15T16:53:00.000-07:002011-04-19T11:06:38.108-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="238" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3kIUpvq4q0/TajaKniuvJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YIdfr3EfNTY/s320/gothic_art16%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">repara nesta necessária saliva</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">à sombra da boca,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">este manchado esquecimento por engano num fino e</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">prematuro caminho dentro de ti...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">nenhum presságio baixinho me há-de surpreender</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">o lugar da tua respiração recente</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">debaixo do meu corpo tremendo,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">ao morrer aqui, relâmpago triste de um olhar...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">encostei-me demasiado, ao vidro que te estendi no chão adolescente </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">enquanto te fiz tarde...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">já não possuo a obsessão da chegada quando o mar arrasta,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">fora do sonho,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">a melancolia lenta sem regresso,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">e então surge,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">sempre urgente,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">o partir urgente, um do outro...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">percorrer lentos,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">&nbsp;o alimento do vento quando existir um corpo largado ao abandono...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">a tristeza lunar dos olhos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">o breve amor entre a dimensão do que resta da insónia</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">e a adolescência engomada no colo de um astro...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">o amanhã nascerá...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">por uma noite...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">aqui, terás a morte...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">o medo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">o príncipio da imagem...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">a memória...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">a minha intimidade sobre o peito,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">nenhuma treva de paixão...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">dormi sempre indefeso,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">repentino, numa borboleta labiríntica de luzes,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">e este mar tão longo!!... de velar-te... tomar conta de ti!...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">ao transmudar-te no perfume paladar à luz do dia...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">ensinei-me ao precipitar-te ao erro fascinado,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">em pleno voo, viver o teu rosto... descrevê-lo...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">tentar um distante escuro ...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">ilumino a textura solar arrumada,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">sossegada,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">ao respirar dentro de mim...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">parto do vazio à brisa... do jardim à sombra...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">cego-me em ti... </span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">que se dispersem horizontes,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">incêndios,</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">corpos e um fogo lento...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">ouvem-se mortais silêncios...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">perfumes levantados... erguidos...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">despeço-me...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">despareço...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">que chova... que neve... que se faça vento...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">que se foda!!...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">quero apenas que a vida passe...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">em silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">afonso homem</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-6100004431091613607?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-870139161514557332011-04-05T18:25:00.000-07:002011-04-08T10:39:35.031-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmbZF9KCTdM/TZvA8lvYAiI/AAAAAAAAAag/h8pbkJ6Mldk/s1600/gothic_girl4[1].jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmbZF9KCTdM/TZvA8lvYAiI/AAAAAAAAAag/h8pbkJ6Mldk/s1600/gothic_girl4%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-87013916151455733?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-14801079515455579292011-04-05T18:14:00.000-07:002011-04-06T06:54:24.797-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DNz_hhWV6I/TZxwXMbtUnI/AAAAAAAAAas/tKi59u9uBDc/s1600/dark_day%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DNz_hhWV6I/TZxwXMbtUnI/AAAAAAAAAas/tKi59u9uBDc/s320/dark_day%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: blue;">que tanto de palavras novas poderão nascer aqui,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">pelo sol nascido de há tanto tempo??</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">o que poderei reinventar de tão novo, de tão único, palavras por dizer,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">que te silencie a mudez vestida de silêncio?...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">calaste há muito tempo o ruído do meu sangue...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">és única em cada movimento de te dizer a palavra do meu instante... algo por fazer...de novo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">foste escrevendo a virgindade do que sou, aos poucos, passo a passo, em cada único gesto...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">e não é hoje que te escrevo sons de poesia...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">hoje, apago uma mágoa incerta em tons opacos de embriaguez, em sons notáveis de silêncio...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">hoje, visito a tua&nbsp;morada de mansinho.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">beijo a cama por onde sonhas... sou-me breve... olho-te... e, silencio-me...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">quero ser-me único no teu sono... apenas estar, sem nada para dizer...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">pensei no tanto que havia para te falar... sem os poemas com que me cubro, isento da pele</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">das mesmas letras com que me visto...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">hoje, não te rimo... hoje, não te proso... é isto ser algo de novo?...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">és o começo do meu princípio, a nítidez gigantesca de me ser tímido, espelho da mesma imagem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">com que te olho estranho,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">a margem do meu contorno,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;e sempre a vontade de dizer-te o que quer que seja pela primeira vez...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">desmaiaste-me o sol pelos olhos, a lua pela sombra da mesma luz.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">e, eis a manhã na plenitude dos dedos que te percorrem,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;as mãos que te denunciam na garganta escancarada da minha voz...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">pus-me à varanda dos meus braços para te aconchegar... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">debrucei-me à janela dos meus olhos para te conceber...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">e, nada restou para te contar, senão o silêncio pequeno ou monstruoso,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">se nenhuma palavra única poderá nascer...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">nada disto me é estranho, estranho incógnito ser, ao ser-me de novo, porque me deslumbras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">ao acordar em dias únicos de te conhecer...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">pensei dizer-te: amo-te!!...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;mas nada por agora me parece novo, neste repetido som desta mesma palavra,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">mas mesmo assim, ouso dizer: amo-te!!...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">porque agora, ao dizer-te, tudo me parece único, tudo me é absoluto, absolutamente novo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">e, que hajam palavras novas para te inventar, letras únicas para te escrever...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">deixa-me amordaçar-te a nudez... deixa-me calar-te o silêncio...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">deixa-me dizer: eu amo-te!!!!...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">como se fosse em mim,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">A ÚNICA E PRIMEIRA VEZ!!!!!!!!!!!...</span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">afonso homem</span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-1480107951545557929?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-65628469475209732782011-03-28T19:55:00.000-07:002011-03-28T19:58:22.186-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJzZ_0k1eo0/TZFJ97XkA_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0vVXPmxuskk/s1600/goticas_498806543_001%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJzZ_0k1eo0/TZFJ97XkA_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0vVXPmxuskk/s320/goticas_498806543_001%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-6562846947520973278?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-58569482271303898552011-03-26T16:23:00.000-07:002011-03-26T16:23:26.235-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/1fsyeauLv7Q/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fsyeauLv7Q&fs=1&source=uds" /><param 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/></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">fiz amor à sombra de uma noite</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">na cama desnuda das palavras...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">faltas-me,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">na ausência à volta do fogo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">um desejo que chama o silêncio...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">viajei ao redor do coração </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">por te procurar,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">sem saber porque pureza</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">se fechou o interior</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">dos meus olhos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">DÓIS-ME!!!... porque brincas com o segredo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">com que te guardo...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">só assim te pertenço...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">só assim és dona de mim,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">pelos pés que tatuam nomes</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">de oceanos imaginários...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">imaginados...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">inimagináveis...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">apenas porque te imagino!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">és sempre tu,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">na cor da pele,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">és sempre tu,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">que me obrigas a escorrer</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">embarcações no doce da boca</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">que chora a demorada maré do meu mundo...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">és a viagem do corpo tão perto</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">que eu não imaginei...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">sem quereres,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">és o corpo mais próximo do tempo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">por onde te pensei...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">DEUS!... os teus dedos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">descolam o escuro levantar</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">do que me define...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">foste um itinerário,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">um amar longo, um pensar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">por onde a curva te chamou...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">foste medo, aos meus braços,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">e, nessa descida, PERDOA-ME!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">não sei... não te amei...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">não sei... não o soube fazer...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">ÉS TU!! SEMPRE TU!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">que me obrigas a correr... a morrer...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">numa qualquer aguarela do mar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> <span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /> <span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-7414825168453546016?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-43595341714272044122011-03-22T17:47:00.000-07:002011-05-15T15:30:50.972-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-q1gbg5mctJ0/TYboATDwwRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/7YqDWDlhVT4/s320/melodic_pain_by_sab687%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TQ0tbw0-dGg/TYboA8epveI/AAAAAAAAAZY/CqNDcq03izY/s1600/work.797604.5.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.darkness-and-pain%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TQ0tbw0-dGg/TYboA8epveI/AAAAAAAAAZY/CqNDcq03izY/s320/work.797604.5.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.darkness-and-pain%255B1%255D.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-7735668414505331269?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-76806599993894150592011-03-20T18:24:00.000-07:002011-03-20T22:52:04.767-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zz_m4WIqE9k/TYajEf-3-7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/EVEnHrzReVo/s320/abandoned%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">o tempo é um DEUS ao meu lugar...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">um tempo de ti, quando surgir o depois,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">além de nós...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">vou-te transformar no meu repentino sonho...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">agora e sempre...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">a despedida nunca será um espaço... estarás comigo???</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">ontem, foi tarde demais ao falar-te...hoje cedo demais,ao dizer-te... pensar-te...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">e vive o mundo assim... assim... quase perfeito...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">imperfeito, sem ti...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">sem te cuidar...sem ter um quase mimo de te tocar...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">TENHO ESTE SILÊNCIO BRANCO... CINZA...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">PARADO... QUE SE MOVIMENTA... ESTE SILÊNCIO COMPLETO QUE TE AMA!!!!</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">o medo há-de vir depois...depois </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">do que não saberás quem és...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">DEPOIS DO MEU... DO NOSSO... SILÊNCIO...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">depois do nome...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">depois deste lugar,onde vens até ao meu corpo</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">resignado à extensão da memória</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">de qualquer veia ensanguentada porque te lembro...depois,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">o sono em coma</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">das horas por onde vamos querer morrer...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">O MEU CORAÇÃO É PEQUENO QUANDO TE BATE,</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">MAS O MUNDO INTEIRO NÃO HÁ-DE SABER!!!...</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Courier New;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q-qXSP1bLWg/TYQnxkq6CdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K4YZAnpAmvQ/s1600/When_every_tear_I_shed____by_GothicXpress%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q-qXSP1bLWg/TYQnxkq6CdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K4YZAnpAmvQ/s1600/When_every_tear_I_shed____by_GothicXpress%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-2580546697680281290?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-81400822070652909702011-03-12T18:58:00.000-08:002011-03-12T18:58:28.521-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jVxexXYSowA/TXwvrYCUxGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5U2xS0kfpfk/s1600/perfume%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jVxexXYSowA/TXwvrYCUxGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5U2xS0kfpfk/s320/perfume%255B1%255D.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">penso-te,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">neste "exíguo pecúlio de palavras à beira do silêncio"...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">nestes vendavais mudos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">à destruição do mundo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">amo-te sobre intempéries nocturnas do mimo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">sob os terramotos sanguínicos da minha vasta ternura,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">que espero que te devaste no aconchego</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">ao chegar a ti...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">quando eu puder,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">quando me deixares...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">dá-me o teu silêncio que escondes sempre</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">numa margem do nosso oceano maior,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">inteiro...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">acendes os olhos,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">e as palavras, rebentam o feto,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">a música e os deuses que sempre quisémos continuar...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">imaginar...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">abraço-te como pele,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">terra,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">como mar...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">abraço-te como sede de um</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">bruxuleante pequeno luar...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">e,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">&nbsp;se não houver um coração materno disponível de manhãs,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">guarda o meu como cegueira,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">como noctívagos e derradeiros</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">ecos de silêncio...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-8140082207065290970?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' 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font-family: Times;">verte um tempo sem ti...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">recear é&nbsp;prender a angústia ao corpo sem te sentir no prazer...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">nunca serás rascunho na noite</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">mas sim luz na minha sombra mais cheia...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">tu...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">eu...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">opostos mais juntos mas</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">tão afastados porque não querem saber...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">porque não queres deixar a luz e abraçar a sombra...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">porque eu não tenho vontade de largar a sombra,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">e agarrar a luz...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">receio...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">amor... amor... amor...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">grito amanhãs ontem...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">grito ontens, hoje!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">o que quero??...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">" quero tudo, ou um pouco mais se puder ser...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">ou até se não puder ser..."</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">então,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">talvez agora,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">um pouco mais que a tristeza ou aquilo que sou,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">por ti...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">por mim...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">por nada...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">por tudo!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">não entendo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">&nbsp;mas hei-de estar sempre,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">&nbsp;quando acordares no brincar negro do sono...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">agora, ofereço-te a explosão da luz...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">uma imagem...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">o estrondo da sombra...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">o amar-te...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">O SILÊNCIO...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times;">A LUZ E A SOMBRA, OS OPOSTOS!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times;">QUE NUNCA SE PODERÃO SEPARAR!!!!...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' 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1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nr3K7quZfxU/TXRoSluLNYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YWU-idV13fg/s320/149936-bigthumbnail%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-448359730557093539?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-53003696026641335182011-03-06T20:13:00.000-08:002011-03-06T21:18:09.870-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/dj12R3Wnf1k/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dj12R3Wnf1k&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dj12R3Wnf1k&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">escorrem-me palavras no corpo por onde caminho,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">por onde&nbsp;te acabo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">sem nada para dizer...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">o abandono é apenas uma sílaba</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">no vasto desistir de um embriagado silêncio,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">quando&nbsp;nasce a noite e um vago dia de ti</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">que acabou por morrer...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center">&nbsp;<strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">não sei de sítios que eu te consiga pousar,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">como angústia,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">horizontes,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">como a tua ausência, esse não saber,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">como este meu inconstante oceano,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">que se abre de par em par...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">e se acontecer??</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">e se eu desistir??</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">e se eu fizer algo para não te encontrar??...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">e se eu não te amar??</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">amar-te-ei sem te saber??...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">saberás amar-me,sem saber de mim??</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">que se inventem cidades fictícias que nos hão-de encontrar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">por agora,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">as mãos,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">a pele,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">o silêncio dos incensos que nos faltou inventar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">sem sabermos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">por agora,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">"por uma noite"...</span></em></strong><br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">por um silêncio...</span></em></strong><br /> <br /> <strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-5300369602664133518?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-25094279196178424922011-03-05T17:48:00.000-08:002011-03-05T18:18:44.475-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XrNk3CIF9Xk/TXLiqabMk1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/F4PrJATSnFU/s1600/End%252520of%252520the%252520Life%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XrNk3CIF9Xk/TXLiqabMk1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/F4PrJATSnFU/s320/End%252520of%252520the%252520Life%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #b6d7a8;"></span></em></strong><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">olhos que me pedem o teu despertar,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">o que eu não posso adormecer no mimo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">o silêncio de mais um dia encostado neste despertar </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">de vestir o corpo prometido,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">se a dor não desistir noutro que poder nascer...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">somos iguais numa margem só...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">somos imagem num espelho de água,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">vapor da existência que vestimos como um </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">resistir ao amor que fizémos nas noites lentas...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">diremos, </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">falaremos de nós,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">quando o dia despertar no repentino esboço das mãos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">que doem como raíz</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">&nbsp;e tanto que procuro o som mais alto,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">no cimo de mim...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">velo o teu sono à beira do meu silêncio...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">que sempre lento, moroso, tardio,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">é corda da minha harpa, música, e existência...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">veludo e seda,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">tule no que há-de tombar em mim...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">&nbsp;em todas as cores do que eu te esconder...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">sem um qualquer determinado fim...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">mas antes,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">vou pousar as asas,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">eu único,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">num céu de compassos,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">explêndido de promessas,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">&nbsp;extraordinárias,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">&nbsp;violínicas...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">e esses ombros onde pousaram sombras...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">luz de nós dois...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">sem dias... sem noites...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">só o inventar&nbsp;o mundo...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">E AS TUAS MÃOS,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">E O TEU CORPO,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">&nbsp;E O SILÊNCIO...&nbsp;</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #76a5af;">afonso homem</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8wP63uVHzE8/TXK9EvdWgKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QoFS2fqoA-k/s320/Born_In_The_Jungle-885206%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381001246166883339-6375380815804904360?l=hugom-hugom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HugoMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07651730883941675333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381001246166883339.post-14497226616100784342011-03-05T14:36:00.001-08:002011-03-05T14:36:41.198-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-p-ilosxJNw4/TXK66DyDaYI/AAAAAAAAATg/zjSXCvMMJlc/s1600/So%252520Much%252520Light%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" l6="true" 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