tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828747261693497402024-03-05T17:21:13.121-08:00Sonetos para Ser entendidoDe modo puro e descarado, sonetos que abordam o amor e o sexo homossexual. Poesia gay e herética. Epifania e apologia ao relacionamento homoafetivo.Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-7115519983980188582014-10-17T05:12:00.000-07:002014-10-17T05:12:25.924-07:00Soneto do triatleta!<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Uma vez um ciclista</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Que não parava em pé;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sem rodinhas na ré,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ia de cara na pista.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Decidiu dar na vista,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Apostou com sua fé,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Disse ser quem ele é:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Do triatlo o artista.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nadar só quatro mil,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Correr quarenta e dois:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Desafio varonil.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mas fica bem febril,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A bike vem depois,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">E vence o nosso Gil.</span><br />
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Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0Brasília - DF, República Federativa do Brasil-15.7941454 -47.882547899999963-16.283248399999998 -48.52799489999996 -15.3050424 -47.237100899999966tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-68449730212835999052014-05-07T06:43:00.000-07:002016-11-17T01:50:55.577-08:00Toda dor contemplada<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 9pt 0cm;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Émile-Auguste Chartier (Alain)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">Toute </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">douleur </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">veut être </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">contemplée</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">ou bien elle n'est pas sentie du tout.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Toda dor contemplada</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Toda dor contemplada
será dor sentida<br />
Pelo contemplador como por quem a sente.<br />
Sentidor, contemplado por algum presente,<br />
Não tem assente a dor sem a contrapartida.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Sente e não
sente mais outra dor ressurtida,<br />
Pois com templo da dor nenhuma ara ressente<br />
Mais que a dor doída sem ter querido ente<br />
Que, a contemplando, possa dar por rebatida.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">Contemplado por
dor que, simultaneamente,<br />
Dói em quem a contempla, tem dor repartida.<br />
A dor, que partilhada, é bem menos sofrida.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">A dor do um, que à dor do outro se consente,<br />É feito anulador, feito na dor recaída;<br />
Por amor, toda dor é ausente, remida.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Belo Horizonte, 7 de maio de 2014.</span>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-89692954285303253892013-05-07T04:17:00.000-07:002013-05-07T04:18:31.014-07:00Soneto concreto<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V-8PFxADfnK9hDmRYnIhLjGRm_zQ261ayZ3vXQHdoEJmtO5DIjRpT-EkTQfGv0-IIbnSK-0zx9tHfC512lr7L34J4XcOYczmGITAmYmCQt2AW8CK4ddeevNHRZJyebXdDYJ4lssQn6Do/s1600/concretas.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V-8PFxADfnK9hDmRYnIhLjGRm_zQ261ayZ3vXQHdoEJmtO5DIjRpT-EkTQfGv0-IIbnSK-0zx9tHfC512lr7L34J4XcOYczmGITAmYmCQt2AW8CK4ddeevNHRZJyebXdDYJ4lssQn6Do/s320/concretas.png" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">Poesia concreta<br />bate na cabeça<br />abre uma brecha<br />sai ali tudo.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dura sem metro<br />greta profunda<br />sem rima<br />entra o mundo.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cimento e harmonia<br />buraco de mote<br />mão-dupla.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Argamassa mole<br />escorre e glosa<br />cérebro derretido.</span></blockquote>
BH, 7 de maio de 2013Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-85114950876529471772012-12-14T09:08:00.002-08:002013-01-02T14:25:07.084-08:00Nevermore<span style="color: blue;">Saudade, saudade, que queres de mim? Outona</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Fazendo voar sabiás pelo ar à tona,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">E o Sol lança dardos, raios de luz monótona</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Atingem a copa das árvores, ele as destona.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Paul Verlaine</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: blue;">A sós, nós dois, e caminhávamos sonhando,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ela e eu, cabelos e ideias sem comando,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Súbito, ela me vem, doce questionando:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">“Qual teu mais belo dia? Ele foi quando?”</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: blue;">Sua voz doce e sonora, áureo timbre de anjo,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Demanda minha réplica, discreto arranjo,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">E beijando sua mão branca, todo devoto:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: blue;">— Ah! As primeiras flores, sempre mais cheirosas,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">E murmuras, amor, o mesmo que eu te voto,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Primeiro sim de teus lábios com que me glosas.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Públio Athayde, dezembro de 2012.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Nevermore</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Souvenir, souvenir, que me veux-tu? L'automne</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Faisait voler la grive à travers l'air atone,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Et le soleil dardait un rayon monotone</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Sur le bois jaunissant où la bise détone.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Nous étions seul à seule et marchions en rêvant,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Elle et moi, les cheveux et la pensée au vent.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Soudain, tournant vers moi son regard émouvant :</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">"Quel fut ton plus beau jour?" fit sa voix d'or vivant,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Sa voix douce et sonore, au frais timbre angélique.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Un sourire discret lui donna la réplique,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Et je baisai sa main blanche, dévotement.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #0b5394;">— Ah! les premières fleurs, qu'elles sont parfumées !</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Et qu'il bruit avec un murmure charmant</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">Le premier oui qui sort de lèvres bien-aimées !</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">[Verlaine, Paul (1844-1896) <i>Nevermore</i>, in: Poèmes saturniens, in <b>Mélancholia</b>, no. 2, 1866.]</span>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-28347096957450325432011-08-27T04:09:00.000-07:002011-08-27T04:09:15.701-07:00ALEXANDRINO<div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WWMWAVhW0E9dwx_6rQ6xRcjXVyt1CNQTimdRPLWVBRuK6cHvOKs-MokYnJ-Ac1JEVo9bhUWarsK3mcqygqCgFGC3FDXOAba6SXBwBQVc2k5StA_WXysAJXMdaY-SVXx_MT0ps1rByXgg/s1600/falange+b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WWMWAVhW0E9dwx_6rQ6xRcjXVyt1CNQTimdRPLWVBRuK6cHvOKs-MokYnJ-Ac1JEVo9bhUWarsK3mcqygqCgFGC3FDXOAba6SXBwBQVc2k5StA_WXysAJXMdaY-SVXx_MT0ps1rByXgg/s320/falange+b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">A tua mão sobre meus olhos, acordei,</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">A luz que vi era dia entre os dedos teus.</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cerradas pálpebras cobriam os camafeus</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que, cor-de-mel, fazem de mim fora-da-lei.</span></div><blockquote style="color: #783f04;"><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Toquei-te a palma com os lábios e gozei</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sonial carícia sobre a pele, Grego Deus!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os laços grenhos pelos nossos himeneus,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cada voluta memorando um de nós rei.</span></div></blockquote><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">E tanto verso naquele enlevo de truz,</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beijei nos olhos, testa, lábios, em cruz,</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quantas falanges, hoste alegre, pude ver.</span></div><blockquote style="color: #783f04;"><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas nada mais marcou aquele alvorecer,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que teu suspiro, olhar lançando que seduz.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Então que eu vi: minha vida é tua, oh Luz.</span></div></blockquote><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;">Belo Horizonte, 2 de outubro de 2000.</span></div>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-750940613762540682011-08-26T05:14:00.000-07:002012-12-29T10:28:27.740-08:00NOVO AMOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Novo amor surgindo neste horizonte,</div>
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Mais uma esperança de ser feliz;</div>
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Novamente gira a roda matriz,</div>
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Sorte e fortuna que comigo conte.</div>
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Em tempo de férias eu faço verso,</div>
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Na hora de amar canto em ritmo a história,</div>
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Espero assim alcançar esta glória,</div>
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Que a chance é única em todo o universo.</div>
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Poema fácil, e que nada acrescenta,</div>
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Tal não seja o romance que começa</div>
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Pois nesta época, onde mais se tropeça</div>
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Em rima pobre, que já não se aguenta,</div>
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Como sonetos de métrica torta,</div>
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Amores falsos que ninguém suporta.</div>
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Belo Horizonte, 19 de junho de 1995.</div>
Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-82457024951036913742011-08-25T04:55:00.000-07:002011-08-25T04:55:50.800-07:00ESGRIMA<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">De meias azuis, Públio Athayde</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><blockquote style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Que fúlgido enlevo consiste<br />
Dois gládios às terças alternas<br />
Sopesados viris em riste<br />
Ou ciciantes no entre-pernas.</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><blockquote style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Cada estocada uma parada,<br />
Os dois gumes enrubescidos<br />
De tanto atrito e de pancada<br />
Ambos têm os fios retorcidos.</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><blockquote style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>A finta súbita diverge,<br />
E como este mote sem glosa,<br />
Mergulha completo e emerge</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><blockquote style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Quando crava a carne dolosa<br />
E num laivo de dor asperge<br />
O corpo de verve melosa.</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vitória, 3 de agosto de 1994.</div>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-32097852135822604772011-08-25T04:24:00.000-07:002011-08-25T04:24:18.906-07:00ACRÓSTICO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0c343d; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #0c343d; float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rafael_Sanzio">Rafael Sanzio</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">R</span>aramente fui tão feliz!</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;">sou eu quem te diz:</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A</span>gora quero ser constante,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;">doce meu infante,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">P</span>erene como sempre quis,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;">ter sempre outro bis,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>oje, sempre, cada instante,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;">junto a meu amante.</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A</span>gora, que verso já fiz,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;">declaro que condiz,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">E</span>m todo, contigo, rompante,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;">meu vate estreante.</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">L</span>ego-te a musa por um triz,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;">meu doce galante!</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;">Belo Horizonte, 29 de dezembro de 2003!</span></div>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-35954141841263943172011-08-24T03:45:00.000-07:002011-08-24T03:45:20.483-07:00PADRE NOSSO<div style="color: #20124d;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9Jgj0O-JCXfT9Xe1HH_PqSaT3LQt20YFQ_T7eK4-b_UTH097CUM8h4OyVK25UDm5tTu914WYf2nuJZOcty8mB_n7a5GIBD8N9cTFBJvLKNKP-GRK3YM9mi6G86xDV8KFPiMImDmSpn7p/s1600/pater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9Jgj0O-JCXfT9Xe1HH_PqSaT3LQt20YFQ_T7eK4-b_UTH097CUM8h4OyVK25UDm5tTu914WYf2nuJZOcty8mB_n7a5GIBD8N9cTFBJvLKNKP-GRK3YM9mi6G86xDV8KFPiMImDmSpn7p/s320/pater.jpg" width="146" /></a></div><div style="color: #20124d;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Padre nosso, que tu estás no céu,</span></div><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Toda vontade seja feita tua</span></div><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sobre meu corpo frágil e alma nua,</span></div><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Assim és meu juiz, eu sou teu réu.</span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><blockquote style="color: #20124d;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Padre nosso, que estou vagando ao léu,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cuja vontade sempre se cultua</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Eu só tenho desejo, estou na rua,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cálice teu perdão contendo fel.</span></blockquote></blockquote><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><blockquote style="color: #20124d;"><blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Padre nosso, que eterno sempre és,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Qual vontade tua tal minha seria,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tu tão altivo, eu do chão ao rés,</span></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Padre nosso, que diz leis até dez,</span></div><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se me corrompe a alma que era pia,</span></div><div style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-size: large;">Já troquei teu credo por outras fés.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; text-align: right;">Belo Horizonte, c.2005.</div>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-27470685539404525592011-08-22T11:56:00.000-07:002011-08-23T13:45:32.725-07:00ASCO<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{EAV_BLOG_VER:1bb3d6f0f576746e}</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7CIrSCXrYAH867348WQVZbNAfqYjcQnwmAwbVpn97l0MhA6U7VVliBIqXI4to5wKjYSP_vuemmwOUJfCMObIeYX41dKQTQA-thEvvFciJJmddbmKgvW3WSX6bg7uiRCQAONq8xx1uMf0/s1600/mict%25C3%25B3rios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7CIrSCXrYAH867348WQVZbNAfqYjcQnwmAwbVpn97l0MhA6U7VVliBIqXI4to5wKjYSP_vuemmwOUJfCMObIeYX41dKQTQA-thEvvFciJJmddbmKgvW3WSX6bg7uiRCQAONq8xx1uMf0/s1600/mict%25C3%25B3rios.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Tanto asco, repulsa e nojo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Causa-me esta cena vil,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Licenciosa em todo bojo,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Porca assim nunca se viu:</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Escrotos pênis pentelhos,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Espírito e corpo à imagem,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Refletem tamanhos espelhos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cuja fama é desta paragem.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tais gozos de negra fama</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em geral têm outra parte:</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">A mais comum é na cama.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quem o faz assim destarte,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">É porque a paixão inflama,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Neste caso quero olhar-te.</span></div>Belo Horizonte, 19 de maio de 1995.Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-83648529426956954992011-08-22T01:58:00.000-07:002011-08-22T01:58:20.916-07:00ODE AO TEMPO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-l2m_p4Ayx9yFXepmcmg_f4zLHXVRRampocnOdU8g3HnZ5QqgejfGkmELLF6k990oin_UFQU_sdQaPeZ9_kSZsdorm3FU-mkyytP8AwJ6EQGci4OlxTYNngVKJwvrZQ4DAatUMv_okzg/s1600/ode+ao+tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-l2m_p4Ayx9yFXepmcmg_f4zLHXVRRampocnOdU8g3HnZ5QqgejfGkmELLF6k990oin_UFQU_sdQaPeZ9_kSZsdorm3FU-mkyytP8AwJ6EQGci4OlxTYNngVKJwvrZQ4DAatUMv_okzg/s320/ode+ao+tempo.jpg" width="282" /></a></div>Ode ao tempo:<br />
Ódio ao tempo;<br />
Oh! dê um tempo,<br />
Ó Deus do tempo.<br />
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Odeio o tempo:<br />
Oh! dei um tempo,<br />
Ou dei tempo,<br />
Ou deu tempo.<br />
<br />
Ou Deus, ou tempo:<br />
Ou deu a tempo,<br />
Ou deu o tempo.<br />
<br />
Ódio, ao tempo?<br />
Ou Deus e tempo?<br />
Ó Deus! e ó tempo!<br />
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Belo Horizonte, 5 de maio de 1996.Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-29205227061933708212011-06-21T11:34:00.000-07:002011-06-21T11:36:13.668-07:00Acróstico<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Publius Aelius Traianus Hadrianus</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">A</span></b>lma florescente e gênio amigo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">que te conheço agora, faz pouco,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">D</span></b>e quem sei o que vejo, sou louco,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">já quero cada instante contigo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">R</span></b>ápido que fui, quero perdão,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pelo engano que não cometi:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span></b>a mesmo para junto de ti,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">correr o risco do sim ou não.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">A</span></b>ntes incerto que este amor dure,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">como encanto que não desintegre,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">N</span></b>unca tão perto, já mais alegre,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pra sempre espero que ele se apure.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">O</span></b>ntem vi que nós somos assim:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">um e outro, eu pra ti, tu pra mim.</span><br />
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Belo Horizonte, 3 de novembro de 1995.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Xs2uzW9Xidx1t1sEBU3zV1t34LBiaWdZXnTlWz-U3I-WdjObOZco2yY5ur3EdkZvlxylstW8NjdERyqPDM5DfEUDeTovOFsQO82vWKcZ7e18gqFx_HzIG-oXGQjA2CdStgOPkZUn5Ke6/s1600/130px-Francesco-Petrarca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Xs2uzW9Xidx1t1sEBU3zV1t34LBiaWdZXnTlWz-U3I-WdjObOZco2yY5ur3EdkZvlxylstW8NjdERyqPDM5DfEUDeTovOFsQO82vWKcZ7e18gqFx_HzIG-oXGQjA2CdStgOPkZUn5Ke6/s1600/130px-Francesco-Petrarca.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Petrarca "inventou"<br />
o soneto.<br />
Eu desinventei<br />
como pude.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">Não tem rima nem ritmo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem lógica nem sentido,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem sentimento nem emoção,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem amor nem existência.</span><br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Não tem quatorze versos;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem duas quadras,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem dois tercetos;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem quatro estrofes.</span><br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Não tem compromisso,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem temporalidade,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem criatividade.</span><br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Não tem verdade ou mentira,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem certo ou errado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem título ou autor.</span></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Belo Horizonte, 23 de junho de 1995.</span></div><a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-lang="pt" data-related="keimelion:(revisão de textos acadêmicos)" data-via="pathayde" href="http://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a><script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript">
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Leia outros posts no blog da Keimelion - revisão de textos:</span> <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/formacao-do-revisor-de-textos.html">A formação do revisor de textos</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/04/virgula-e-os-dispositivos-de-lei.html">A vírgula e os dispositivos da lei</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2010/11/regra-para-o-hifen.html">Regra para o hífen</a></span>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-52936895012873796552011-06-21T10:32:00.000-07:002011-06-21T10:34:54.586-07:00SONETO ALEXANDRINO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LcILNhsT9HNEBG_A4HVZvQCvvEKwbsbmTkF46adYyIbd1j2AU7OgYX2EhvGmAiBmk1jAQie48F-1sIYLu-Oeu5j7pZblP9ODUwULv9hMT9S5jjzH56uy4iPgKUw7wFmjggLgVLOpq0sQ/s1600/892296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LcILNhsT9HNEBG_A4HVZvQCvvEKwbsbmTkF46adYyIbd1j2AU7OgYX2EhvGmAiBmk1jAQie48F-1sIYLu-Oeu5j7pZblP9ODUwULv9hMT9S5jjzH56uy4iPgKUw7wFmjggLgVLOpq0sQ/s1600/892296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LcILNhsT9HNEBG_A4HVZvQCvvEKwbsbmTkF46adYyIbd1j2AU7OgYX2EhvGmAiBmk1jAQie48F-1sIYLu-Oeu5j7pZblP9ODUwULv9hMT9S5jjzH56uy4iPgKUw7wFmjggLgVLOpq0sQ/s200/892296.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-lang="pt" data-related="azellite:(a pop estar)" data-via="pathayde" href="http://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a><script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so;</span><br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne;</span></blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">T, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">T, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">T, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t, t;</span><br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">O, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">O, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">O, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o.</span></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Araguaína, 24 de outubro de 1994.</span></div><center><div id="fb-root"></div><script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1"></script><fb:comments href="http://somnetos.blogspot.com/2011/06/soneto-alexandrino.html" num_posts="4" width="500"></fb:comments></center><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Leia outros posts no Blog da Keimelion</span>: <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/publique-sua-tese.html">Publique sua tese</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/autor-versus-revisor-de-textos.html">Autor versus revisor de textos </a>- <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/dicas-pare-melhorar-producao-de-artigos.html">Dicas para melhorar a produção de artigos e teses</a></span>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-20082451554465583192011-05-21T05:57:00.000-07:002011-05-21T05:59:09.188-07:00SONETO DO SONO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDglzRKUjvB6esop_mz_Xv5_1bF1AEtrNEfmdSPcELo01FceVxnE6fSIdKyofNNCkioAE8eZsDwnMcfn5QEs6jCd5xE8lQenVwMYfDFgBMlZAUVO6cnR7k2fOiPh95dJwSf6opFiFr8PG_/s1600/sono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDglzRKUjvB6esop_mz_Xv5_1bF1AEtrNEfmdSPcELo01FceVxnE6fSIdKyofNNCkioAE8eZsDwnMcfn5QEs6jCd5xE8lQenVwMYfDFgBMlZAUVO6cnR7k2fOiPh95dJwSf6opFiFr8PG_/s320/sono.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">– Sono.</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">E tu?</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">– Soninho,</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Soneto.</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">– Só,</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Neto?</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">– Só, né...</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tu?</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">– Som,</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">És</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tu?</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">– Sou,</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">N'és</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tu.</span></div><div style="color: blue;">Araguaína, 24 de outubro de 1994.</div><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Leia postagens da Keimelion:</span> <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/revisando-seus-textos.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/revisando-seus-textos.html">Revisando seus textos</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/quanto-custa-revisao-de-textos.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/quanto-custa-revisao-de-textos.html">Quanto custa a revisão de textos?</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2010/11/erros-comuns-51-60.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2010/11/erros-comuns-51-60.html">Erros comuns em redação</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2010/04/tenha-uma-ideia-antes-de-tudo-voce.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2010/04/tenha-uma-ideia-antes-de-tudo-voce.html">Desencalhe sua tese</a></span>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-79344903392040682842011-05-10T07:14:00.000-07:002011-05-10T07:25:12.832-07:00GELADO DE FRIO<div style="text-align: center;">Gelado de frio no leito</div><div style="text-align: center;">Entorpeço corpo e mente<br />
Fugindo sem ter direito<br />
A todo dever corrente.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Melancoly<br />
Edvard Munch</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Recuando para mim mesmo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Abandono todo o mundo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Faço uma retirada a esmo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Num sono lento e profundo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fujo em mim, fico comigo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Destruo o objeto externo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Concentro-me em meu umbigo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Largo tudo real que existe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Imagino ser eterno,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando acordo, fico triste.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: right;">Belo Horizonte, 6 de junho de 1995.</div><div id="fb-root"></div><script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1">
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Leia aqui no blog:</span> <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/autor-versus-revisor-de-textos.html">Autor versus revisor de textos</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/revisao-de-textos-em-contexto.html">Revisão de textos em contexto</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/revisando-seus-textos.html">Revisando seus textos</a></span>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-62510332688889643862011-05-10T03:30:00.000-07:002011-05-10T07:25:12.833-07:00DE ATALAIA<blockquote><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pontal do Atalaia.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Estando em todas atalaias<br />
Como quem quer bem informar<br />
Força todas ondas do mar<br />
Por onde ficam as suas praias;</blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Tem proveito a rebentação<br />
Entre metáforas perdidas<br />
Pelas espumas coloridas<br />
Das vagas mortas, sem ação;</blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Se não quer nada por esta área<br />
Depois do prazer não carnal,<br />
De ver, da inspiração final,</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Deixe da mais altiva gávea,<br />
Porque coisa escondida existe<br />
Até no mais óbvio do chiste.</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>Belo Horizonte, 5 de junho de 1995.<br />
Este soneto está no livro:<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJQggKNjvx1UGxtBEJvpkpPcE5roOAPIdSYMwI4NkWDKpphLVFMLJva-bfqaHLCqqHZKTpuKYYHC1Dv3p6ceAwrD-amE9WAsIpvuDniPE5A7HF9-II3wwiC3yI2F0o2tBqXtMVJCqYmAD/s1600/cover_front_perspective.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJQggKNjvx1UGxtBEJvpkpPcE5roOAPIdSYMwI4NkWDKpphLVFMLJva-bfqaHLCqqHZKTpuKYYHC1Dv3p6ceAwrD-amE9WAsIpvuDniPE5A7HF9-II3wwiC3yI2F0o2tBqXtMVJCqYmAD/s1600/cover_front_perspective.png" /></a></div><span style="color: #000099;">"É o </span><span style="color: #000099;">próprio título que talvez forneça a principal chave de leitura dos textos: algo como uma ascese para se chegar ao entendimento e ser um entendido em paz neste mundo." Diz Ronald Polito.</span><br />
O livro pode ser adquirido, clique no título ou <a href="http://clubedeautores.com.br/book/7153--Sonetos_para_Ser_entendido">aqui</a>.</blockquote></div><div id="fb-root"></div><div id="fb-root"></div><script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1">
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dê</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Se</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Vê</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Bem.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dá</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Cá</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">M'a</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Pá;</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">De</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Quê?</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Belo Horizonte, 2 de junho de 1995.</div><div id="fb-root"></div>Este soneto está no livro:<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJQggKNjvx1UGxtBEJvpkpPcE5roOAPIdSYMwI4NkWDKpphLVFMLJva-bfqaHLCqqHZKTpuKYYHC1Dv3p6ceAwrD-amE9WAsIpvuDniPE5A7HF9-II3wwiC3yI2F0o2tBqXtMVJCqYmAD/s1600/cover_front_perspective.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJQggKNjvx1UGxtBEJvpkpPcE5roOAPIdSYMwI4NkWDKpphLVFMLJva-bfqaHLCqqHZKTpuKYYHC1Dv3p6ceAwrD-amE9WAsIpvuDniPE5A7HF9-II3wwiC3yI2F0o2tBqXtMVJCqYmAD/s1600/cover_front_perspective.png" /></a></div><span style="color: #000099;">"É o </span><span style="color: #000099;">próprio título que talvez forneça a principal chave de leitura dos textos: algo como uma ascese para se chegar ao entendimento e ser um entendido em paz neste mundo." Diz Ronald Polito.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">M</span></b>arcado por seu desejo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quero o tempo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A</b></span>colhido por seu ser,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quero a vida.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">U</span></b>lcerado por seu pejo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quero a morte.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">R</span></b>ejeitado por querer,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quero o caos.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I</b></span>nstado por seu olhar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quero tudo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>C</b></span>alado por seu falar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quero o nada.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>E</b></span>ncantado tanto assim,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quero-o pra mim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Belo Horizonte, 19 de junho de 1995.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJQggKNjvx1UGxtBEJvpkpPcE5roOAPIdSYMwI4NkWDKpphLVFMLJva-bfqaHLCqqHZKTpuKYYHC1Dv3p6ceAwrD-amE9WAsIpvuDniPE5A7HF9-II3wwiC3yI2F0o2tBqXtMVJCqYmAD/s1600/cover_front_perspective.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJQggKNjvx1UGxtBEJvpkpPcE5roOAPIdSYMwI4NkWDKpphLVFMLJva-bfqaHLCqqHZKTpuKYYHC1Dv3p6ceAwrD-amE9WAsIpvuDniPE5A7HF9-II3wwiC3yI2F0o2tBqXtMVJCqYmAD/s1600/cover_front_perspective.png" /></a></div><span style="color: #000099;">"É o </span><span style="color: #000099;">próprio título que talvez forneça a principal chave de leitura dos textos: algo como uma ascese para se chegar ao entendimento e ser um entendido em paz neste mundo." Diz Ronald Polito.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">Não deixe de ler no Blog da Keimelion: </span><a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/05/revisando-seus-textos.html">Revisando seus textos</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/04/foco-em-revisao-de-teses-e-dissertacoes.html">Foco em revisão de teses e dissertações</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2011/02/como-escrever-bem.html">Como escrever bem</a> - <a href="http://www.keimelion.com.br/2010/11/o-trabalho-do-revisor-de-textos.html">O trabalho do revisor de textos</a></span>Públio Athaydehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703538062255897224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582874726169349740.post-4964051082835271042011-04-26T06:24:00.000-07:002011-06-14T04:22:25.726-07:00OUTRA VAGA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6A6q2Q7PKBTZk_XYDTqaVgHAu6T2Cr6uOggTncAMs5Tz93qxuyIxa2wvvcUY4vgQX3sdyB24HbZk57JuHCAq0YAx9EJO9BkFhG-Rs3WavvwvAf1dIit5MYIKjO1S71SrgIeZE9pkN5jR/s1600/a+vaga.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6A6q2Q7PKBTZk_XYDTqaVgHAu6T2Cr6uOggTncAMs5Tz93qxuyIxa2wvvcUY4vgQX3sdyB24HbZk57JuHCAq0YAx9EJO9BkFhG-Rs3WavvwvAf1dIit5MYIKjO1S71SrgIeZE9pkN5jR/s640/a+vaga.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Neste espaço indefinido, meio mar, meio terra,<br />
Jaz deitado de perfil, meio vivo, meio morto,<br />
Molhado pelas ondas, meio indo, meio vindo,<br />
Um tal corpo de um ente, meio macho, meio fêmea.<br />
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Tão bela é a imagem, quer vista, quer suposta,<br />
Que toma emoção, quer da vida, quer da morte,<br />
Para todos os que vêem, quer homem, quer mulher,<br />
Gera o desejo, quer oculto, quer sabido.<br />
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É um ser semi-real, já sonhado, já vivido,<br />
Pela alma e libido, já cantado, já escrito,<br />
Mas nunca alcançado, já caído, já de pé.<br />
<br />
Inspira sonhos, ora humano, ora divino,<br />
Vai ficar ao arrebol, ora lusco, ora fusco,<br />
Banhado sempre, ora o vento, ora a vaga.</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Belo Horizonte, 19 de julho de 1995.</div><a class="twitter-follow-button" data-lang="pt" href="http://twitter.com/pathayde">Follow @pathayde</a><script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Procuramos fazer harmonia,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Discutimos, sempre, animadamente,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sem criar ingresia;</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nem sempre, evidentemente.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Outras vezes um displicente</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">É severamente repreendido,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas sempre amigavelmente,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">E nunca se faz de desentendido.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Agora vou lhes contar</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que lá em casa</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">A vida também é brincar,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Até criar asas e ir...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas sempre, se voltar</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Terá pousada, se pedir.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ouro Preto, 10 de agosto de 1973.</span></div><script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;">Jornal, embrulho, chave, pressa, saco! </div><div style="text-align: right;">Pasta, pente, toalha, sabonete, </div><div style="text-align: right;">espelho, barba, bunda, cu, punhete, </div><div style="text-align: right;">cinto, meia, botina, dor: buraco. </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">Relógio, chuva, atraso, ônibus, bosta! </div><div style="text-align: right;">Ponto, homem, veado, olhar, desejo; </div><div style="text-align: right;">carro, enxurrada, meio-fio, roda,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">água, roupa, papéis, calçada, costa, </div><div style="text-align: right;">mão, pé, escada, casa, quarto, ensejo, </div><div style="text-align: right;">calça, camisa, Vênus, creme, foda.</div><div style="text-align: left;">B.H. 10/10/96</div><script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero sentir o grande, violento e puro.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero sentir o noturno e enorme.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero sentir o silêncio, o áspero silêncio!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero sentir! Quero viver!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero receber em mim o grande e escuro!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não o caminho, mas o destino,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">O fim de todas as coisas,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">O túmulo fechado para o tempo.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero! O primitivo e antigo,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">O virgem, despovoado de imagens e lendas,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">O sem náufragos e sem história.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero-o purificado e eterno,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">O das horas iniciais, o primeiro,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Espelho dos espíritos meus, rude e terrível!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"></span><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Belo Horizonte, 27 de junho de 1995.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ver: <a href="http://cometasyestrelas.blogspot.com/2006/08/augusto-frederico-schmidt.html">Augusto F. Schimidt; <b>Mar</b></a>.</span></div><a class="twitter-follow-button" data-lang="pt" href="http://twitter.com/pathayde">Follow @pathayde</a><script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">O ritmo da música, ritmo sem dono,</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Compasso do pulso, bate no peito,</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sem máscara a face, a face no leito,</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">E a vigília esvai, esvai no sono.</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">E a marca da música, marca o tempo,</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A melodia, aquele dia binária,</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Prévias cinzas, cinzas antetempo.</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Menino do círio, vela solitária,</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Carne vale o dia, vale espaço-tempo,</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ele veio, veio da Candelária.</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;">Belorizonte, 11 de novembro de 2008.</div><a href='http://blogblogs.com.br/api/claim/98039743/256714/208666' rel='me'> BlogBlogs.Com.Br </a><br />
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