tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21768381077365647762024-03-05T02:30:44.863-09:00VórticeEscrever salva-me diariamente.ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.comBlogger551125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-87908201238042940252022-10-12T04:59:00.003-08:002022-10-12T04:59:19.058-08:00Franz Kafka e a Boneca Viajante<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCeZviJz_hbBmL80O8ShpyBddtlnq4C1M_PT3KESlM_-wfZCa1DdpnDS5d0wNuuChwkOxyhlk0Am2zQ-kmecIcAIXbfJ2Iz0VnD8hh9gS-y08Y-GCxJ8_WwkBoCNqhrpGdtqB8Q1modkzKUm5bNv5fvjsokj5Q0_C2mC0o_oOp_EIc0M_Q-5lxKFg7A/s244/kafka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="244" data-original-width="205" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCeZviJz_hbBmL80O8ShpyBddtlnq4C1M_PT3KESlM_-wfZCa1DdpnDS5d0wNuuChwkOxyhlk0Am2zQ-kmecIcAIXbfJ2Iz0VnD8hh9gS-y08Y-GCxJ8_WwkBoCNqhrpGdtqB8Q1modkzKUm5bNv5fvjsokj5Q0_C2mC0o_oOp_EIc0M_Q-5lxKFg7A/s1600/kafka.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> “Franz Kafka, conta a história, certa vez encontrou uma menininha no parque onde ele caminhava diariamente. Ela estava chorando. Tinha perdido sua boneca e estava desolada. Kafka ofereceu ajuda para procurar pela boneca e combinou um encontro com a menina no dia seguinte no mesmo lugar. Incapaz de encontrar a boneca, ele escreveu uma carta como se fosse a boneca e leu para a garotinha quando se encontraram. “Por favor, não se lamente por mim, parti numa viagem para ver o mundo. Escreverei para você das minhas aventuras”. Esse foi o início de muitas cartas. Quando ele e a garotinha se encontravam ele lia essas cartas compostas cuidadosamente com as aventuras imaginadas da amada boneca. A garotinha se confortava. Quando os encontros chegaram ao fim, Kafka presenteou a menina com uma boneca. Ela era obviamente diferente da boneca original. Uma carta anexa explicava: “minhas viagens me transformaram…”. Muitos anos depois, a garota agora crescida encontrou uma carta enfiada numa abertura escondida da querida boneca substituta. Em resumo, dizia: “Tudo que você ama, você eventualmente perderá, mas, no fim, o amor retornará em uma forma diferente”</div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Se compreendermos isso, será de grande ajuda nesse caminhar da vida.</div>ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-1170967309476554812022-10-06T23:55:00.004-08:002022-10-06T23:55:49.454-08:00Coragem <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5F8OkKvseSnYMNKOTralEBHOV-mZVmM9f9L3PWYTlJFYn7eAdsHjVFppw44ZTTEZCyULoU4STYy5mhVweg1ILnixJUEhigsf5NN-XTNvgPWsaFVwGwJyWiAaQgUHHZeV2cd7UkH4-iFulbYKuFqkmexocdm7TcWnXl6VzgYzLyEPi16zzlRiMza5HQ/s960/coragem,%20plnejamento%20e%20aprendizado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5F8OkKvseSnYMNKOTralEBHOV-mZVmM9f9L3PWYTlJFYn7eAdsHjVFppw44ZTTEZCyULoU4STYy5mhVweg1ILnixJUEhigsf5NN-XTNvgPWsaFVwGwJyWiAaQgUHHZeV2cd7UkH4-iFulbYKuFqkmexocdm7TcWnXl6VzgYzLyEPi16zzlRiMza5HQ/s320/coragem,%20plnejamento%20e%20aprendizado.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Eu olho pra traz e penso : como fui corajosa.</i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Eu olho pra frente e penso: vou precisar de mais coragem.</i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Eu olho pro agora e penso: a coragem me trouxe até aqui. </i></b></span></p>ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-47973138354863879612022-10-06T14:18:00.002-08:002023-03-23T08:50:26.310-08:00Minúncias<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-56484254526902535012022-10-05T20:23:00.002-08:002022-10-05T20:26:35.182-08:00"Faz sentido pra você?"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlb545s7hu1HL62mANHYKcDy4-0Uxz3xtFoAZVE_vC-P0_hlKE1CUjdiB6nwO8Gi8SG3SkLutuRVjPkvwJsDWuV9GYCXOhQw_1aFls0sMsNXjNmFAfBh1P_okTkfxe5dlBgPPcg5V-edLNLRGCC0ezfLK63uiTKBN1j3RyslADTYmIUteuHosEHgWAA/s259/di%C3%A1logo.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlb545s7hu1HL62mANHYKcDy4-0Uxz3xtFoAZVE_vC-P0_hlKE1CUjdiB6nwO8Gi8SG3SkLutuRVjPkvwJsDWuV9GYCXOhQw_1aFls0sMsNXjNmFAfBh1P_okTkfxe5dlBgPPcg5V-edLNLRGCC0ezfLK63uiTKBN1j3RyslADTYmIUteuHosEHgWAA/s1600/di%C3%A1logo.png" width="194" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Nosso diálogo e a pergunta</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> "faz sentido pra você? "esteve em vários momentos.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Depois que nos despedimos pensei:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> Ele faz essa pergunta a si mesmo? </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Deve fazer...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Mas será que ele também se pergunta:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75)" style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>O que hoje não faz mais sentido pra mim?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fbf8f1; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Eis uma ocasião de reencontro</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fbf8f1; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Ainda faz sentido ser frio como cinza?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fbf8f1; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Ou prefere ser quente como o fogo?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fbf8f1; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fbf8f1; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fbf8f1; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: #fbf8f1; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Sem você não faz sentido</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: #fbf8f1; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Ass: sinestesia</b></span></span></div><p></p>ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-27712202189593974322020-01-24T16:00:00.000-09:002020-01-24T17:35:42.513-09:00O que será?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Só sei que é FORTE!</div>
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Trouxe até um trevo para dar SORTE!</div>
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Respirando a sua/minha vontade</div>
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Despeço-me sempre já com saudade.</div>
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Quem diria </div>
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Lembrar de você dia-a-dia </div>
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O futuro eu realmente ignoro</div>
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Apenas cale a minha boca</div>
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Do jeito que eu adoro!</div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-6962773355768747082020-01-24T14:00:00.000-09:002020-01-24T17:23:55.306-09:00Traduzindo-me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">muito mais do que pelas minhas palavras.</span></span></strong></div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-8313923491120049492020-01-23T00:00:00.000-09:002020-01-24T17:26:07.470-09:00Encontro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>Acordei bemol</strong><br />
<strong>tudo estava sustenido</strong><br />
<strong>Sol fazia</strong><br />
<strong>só não fazia sentido.</strong><br />
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-20022021765283001522020-01-20T08:00:00.000-09:002020-01-23T03:30:35.271-09:00Reverberando<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hoje, mais uma vez, eu <span style="color: black;"><strong>bem-te-ouvi</strong></span> meu<strong> beija-flor.</strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Inacabado,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">é tudo aquilo que revoa na madrugada sussurrando</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">feito chuva fininha </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">que a gente não sabe se dorme, ou se olha.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Inacabado, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">é tudo que vai pra terapia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">o que nos desperta suada</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">num escândalo bonito de farra etílica.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Inacabado,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">é tudo aquilo que ainda é</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">mesmo que fuja</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial";">mas grita</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> ao mergulho da tinta na caneta</span>.</span></div>
ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-42864811421623842132020-01-19T07:00:00.000-09:002020-01-23T03:28:56.934-09:00Sem palavras.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ele não profere uma única palavra.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">E eu penso:</span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">Gosto tanto de você assim instrumental.</span></strong></div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-19769628568346163722020-01-11T21:00:00.001-09:002020-01-11T15:28:45.855-09:00Vo[ar]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Antes eu vivia sonhando com passos de asas</div>
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Hoje sonho com pés no ar</div>
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Há recantos que só as asas alcançam</div>
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Só elas dançam</div>
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Sozinhas ou em par.</div>
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Minha vontade de céu não é de agora</div>
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Sempre tives asas falantes</div>
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Elas voavam nas letras dos poemas</div>
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Em meus dias de fuga e dilemas</div>
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No meu depois e no antes.</div>
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E nesse passo descalço e colorido</div>
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Abro estradas no céu e ouso</div>
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Danço estrelas cadentes</div>
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Pinto pôr do sol e poentes</div>
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Viro asas, borboletas e pouso.</div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0Maceió - Jardim da Saúde, Maceió - AL, Brasil-9.6498487 -35.708949200000006-9.9003537 -36.031672700000009 -9.3993437 -35.386225700000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-40846550291817290402020-01-11T20:00:00.001-09:002020-01-11T15:15:00.845-09:00Traduzindo-te <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Até Chico diria </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>que teu poema</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>é sinestesia.</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Arrepio de alma</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>que grita</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>o que o olhar balbucia.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Tua cena</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>teu improviso</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Onde posso ler</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>sentidos, gosto,</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>gozo e riso.</em></span></div>
ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-32137522508153074092020-01-11T11:00:00.000-09:002020-01-11T05:06:45.504-09:00Minha textura<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>Não sou o que se pode chamar de uma pessoa silenciosa. Meu riso é de ordem direta, mas também não costumo aceitar grosserias ou injustiças. Não tento acomodar o destino ao meu gosto, ele viaja livre e eu estou sempre de malas prontas para acompanhá-lo. Tenho uma criança interna travessa e feliz. Às vezes percebo-me indecifrável, pois de perto ou de longe, a neblina é a mesma. Gosto de preservar minha intimidade e apesar de não ser silenciosa , preciso ficar quietinha de vez em quando. Perco-me em olhares trocados, que remetem a probabilidade de risada. Prefiro costurar convivência, do que tentar remendar as ausências. Persigo a abstração do mundo em sua melhor essência. Muitas vezes perco o rumo, perco a paciência, mas nunca a determinação. Costumo reverenciar minha criança, respeitar as diferenças e admirar as mudanças. Bom humor é mola mestra em minha vida. Não conheço lugar melhor para recarregar as energias, do que o colo e o afago. Permito-me buscar e redescobrir meus encaixes diariamente. Quando o tempo fica indeciso eu decido não ficar e sigo toda verão. Tenho mania de ser teimosa, mas aprendi que algumas concessões são válidas. Andei procurando uma textura pra minha vida e a melhor que eu encontrei foi sorrir. </strong><strong>=)</strong></span><br />
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-88547958195657212542020-01-11T10:00:00.000-09:002020-01-11T04:54:06.617-09:00Diferenciado <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Gosto de "sorriso que pisca" paquerando</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">e de "olhos que sorriem" beijando.</span></div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-80237240046493008752020-01-10T12:10:00.000-09:002020-01-11T04:23:40.994-09:00Registro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">De um jeito angelical e valente</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">ou as duas coisas,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">eu te quis desde o primeiro momento.</span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Uma vontade de te aprender que não acaba,</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">querendo que você me aconteça incontáveis vezes pelo caminho.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-40492518304225276112020-01-09T12:00:00.000-09:002020-01-11T03:18:35.473-09:00Entrelaços em nós.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Sem nó</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Um só</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Dois nós</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Nós dois</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Entrelaçados</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Laços com pernas</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Abraço em laço</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: large;">Aperto de perto</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Presente hoje</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Passado amanhã</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Futuro sempre.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Coisas de quem sente.</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Ocupa o silêncio comigo?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>De uma forma cautelosa </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Passo a passo</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Como um estado de mergulho e entrega.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Constrói as palavras também?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Fecundando páginas</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Letra a letra</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Como um poema entornado dos dedos.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Derrama teu fôlego em mim?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Servindo-me meia taça</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Gole a gole</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><em>Como um suspiro que não cabe ensaio.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Não consigo abotoar meu corpo </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">depois que você me despe com palavras.</span></em></strong></span></div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-37616456708815601322020-01-05T17:00:00.000-09:002020-01-11T02:32:24.667-09:00Termal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Sou parte</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;"> dessa arte quente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;">da agitação branda </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;">do sussuro do fogo - e da falta.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;">Sou vórtice termal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;"> de arrepio </span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;">desenhado </span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;">no pescoço</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;"> e suspiro em naquim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;">Sou Angélica</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large;">não sou querubim.</span></div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-79043906007894833282019-12-29T15:51:00.000-09:002020-01-10T06:07:58.582-09:00Idílico<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>[Ao te imaginar]</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cada centímetro de arepio da tua pele</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">é um pedaço já tateado pelos meus olhos fechados</span>.</div>
ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-29873855839185283272019-12-29T07:35:00.000-09:002020-01-11T04:46:02.423-09:00Degustando<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sua voz encaixa no meu arrepio, enquanto Chico Buarque eterniza o nosso momento<br />
Degustamos o branco e o tinto da nossa história</div>
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A vela está acesa , nossos corpos também.<br />
" Eu gostei dessa oportunidade"<br />
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-48753875860579573282019-12-26T09:00:00.000-09:002020-01-11T04:13:17.500-09:00Plácido<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> eu esperei. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>Havia muita reserva e com isso pouca conversa. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>Percebi desde então, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>o prazer subjetivo do silêncio e da confissão. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>Tenho uma alma inquieta,</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>que não permite que eu me prenda,</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> ou me perca.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> Dizeres fotográficos são registrados na vidraça do meu corpo, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>onde para cada pelo,</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> há um arrepio de desejo voraz. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>No movimento oscilante de ir para voltar, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>eu fico. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>Sou flauta tocando convívio doce. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>Permaneço na escrita, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>deixando em algum lugar - não sei onde,</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> tudo o que foi fragmentado. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> percebo que há algo de érotico na inteligência,</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> pois ela é, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>despudoradamente atraente. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>T</em></span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>raduzindo minha intenção em palavras,</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> eu digo: </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">queria que ao ler o que escrevo, </span></strong></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">você se sentisse poesia.</span></strong></em></span></div>
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ANGELICA LINS http://www.blogger.com/profile/12699704322304724394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176838107736564776.post-26489375227447749092019-12-22T19:15:00.000-09:002020-01-11T14:22:14.846-09:00Faremos acontecer.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>Como sei? </strong><strong>Eu não sei. </strong><br />
<strong>Mas a palavra tem poder.</strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong>[imagine as atitudes!]</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Nunca me
agoniei com o escorrer do tempo, mas admito meu gosto pelo olhar envolvendo-se
com a memória. O inesperado me trouxe de volta à escrita. Escrever
histórias ou vivê-las?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> O que de fato quero que sobreviva através dos meus escritos? </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Combinei com as letras de arrumar os armários. Organizar o sentir sempre vale a pena, mesmo que o outro desconheça do que se trata nossa linguagem. Deixo de ser e sou a cada texto. Muitos rascunhos ficaram perdidos dentro da bolsa. Outros, ficaram pendurados nas chaves que esqueci na fechadura pelo lado de fora. Resolvi tingir o asfalto com os pneus da minha bicicleta. </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: large;">Dia de sol. Sem nenhuma nuvem de chuva no céu. Descobri que de fato, o "pecado" mora ao lado. É uma luxúria tipo escritos de Jorge Amado: "por fora água parada, por dentro uma fogueira acesa." Adorável de ler, sentindo. </span></div>
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