tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75316512118038133742012-01-18T21:52:53.252-02:00clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-81105938422743878592010-07-12T12:28:00.000-03:002010-07-12T12:29:44.960-03:00f: você me cresce.<br />m: você me sabe.<br />f: você me encaixa.<br />m: você me acha.<br />f: você me acontece.<br />m: você me nada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-8110593842274387859?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-50070704723133671822010-07-12T12:10:00.002-03:002010-07-12T12:33:45.497-03:00sono é masculino.<br />medo é feminino.<br />[em mim]<br /><br />você me descobre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-5007070472313367182?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-21405749720860629492010-06-07T01:25:00.007-03:002010-06-07T14:50:27.686-03:00<div class="im">L,<br />escrevo para dar as notícias que me pediu.<br />Andei por fora, aprendendo a ocupar cada lugar que é meu. Estive no Central Park de bicicleta. Lá senti frio nas mãos como nunca. Percebi que lã é como o amor. Precisei muito dela.<br /><br /></div>Também aprendi a dançar. Foi quando reparei que meu pé pisando no chão era novo. Ensaiei passos no espelho: saias suspensas nos joelhos, dedos primeiro, calcanhar depois. Ri à toa.<br /><br />Passei por poucas e boas aqui no meu quarto. Mas veja só, o pior agora é a fresta de luz que me acorda todos os dias. Bordo uma cortina faz um ano, mas estou ocupada demais para a vida doméstica. Ando pensando em mudar coisas de lugar. Talvez as cores não sejam estas. Elas se confundem demais com o cheiro úmido da montanha. Preciso ocupá-las para tirar o mofo.<br /><br />A vida afora corre veloz e me espanta. Não dou conta dos convites que chegam pelo correio. Outro dia abri uma <span class="il">carta</span> errada e agradeci. Menos uma. Gosto do que me mantém aqui. Por isso comprei flores. Sei de sua preferência por plantas a flores. Mas as flores me lembram mais rapidamente que a vida é curta. Elas murcham quando as esqueço. E não estou podendo esquecer: preciso de vida lembrando que é preciso regar.<br /><br />Com carinho,<br />C.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-2140574972086062949?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-13189615979969189862009-08-18T16:01:00.005-03:002011-09-29T23:24:31.022-03:00<style>body {margin:8px} .tr-field {font:normal x-small arial}</style><div>O Mar inteiro</div> <div>na barriga</div> <div>e um peixinho </div> <div>surfando</div> <div>a maior de</div> <div>todas as ondas</div> <div>da vida</div> <div>de Marina.</div> <div>Desaguou </div> <div>em terra</div> <div>(firme e forte)</div> <div>para virar gente.</div> <div>Vicente</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-1318961597996918986?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-81145608165944286362009-08-18T15:59:00.001-03:002009-08-18T16:01:11.427-03:00<style>body {margin:8px} .tr-field {font:normal x-small arial}</style><div>o ar</div> <div>traz tanta coisa</div> <div>que só </div> <div>respirando</div> <div>para sentir.</div> <div>e eu,</div> <div>que faltava</div> <div>respirar,</div> <div>descobri</div> <div>que ainda</div> <div>não nasci.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-8114560816594428636?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-24946757599365970672009-08-05T12:56:00.005-03:002010-06-07T01:05:45.945-03:00A flor da pele<br />a epiderme, a derme<br />e o que vem depois dela. O corpo por dentro, alma, eu infinito.<br />A casca que descasca tem outra embaixo.<br />A nova. E ela também vai des.<br />Descobri o que tem embaixo.<br />Embaixo ainda é nova.<br />E velha: a flor da pele.<br />Ave fosse, estaria trocando penas<br />para voar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-2494675759936597067?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-46468654071710389982009-04-06T16:00:00.003-03:002009-04-06T19:09:10.995-03:0020:30 - coloco um filme, mas teço outras tramas. a imagem passa. e só passa. não para.<br /><br />21:?? - desisto do filme. estou tecendo outras tramas. tecendo dramas. sou terrivelmente feminina<br /><br />22 e alguma coisa - deveria ter parado por ali, mas por que a gente desata a falar?<br /><br />são quase 1h e eu já despertei algumas vezes para confundir<br /><br />devem ser 2h e, como você, "pesco lágrimas e empilho-as embaixo do travesseiro".<br /><br />elas não vêm e o dia me acorda às 6h.<br /><br />vou levantar porque não sei calar.<br /><br />nem aceitar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-4646865407171038998?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-42129638537925193802009-03-16T19:35:00.004-03:002010-06-07T01:48:27.564-03:00todo dia repete todo dia diferente quase igual dia de sol dia de chuva sou eu e é você dormindo acordando. sai e só bate a porta e a gente vai se encontrar online. quando eu voltar vai estar tudo no seu lugar eu já tenho o meu do lado de lá do ar. segunda não é dia. quase todo dia é dia. de manhã vai ser bom demorar em acordar e ler as notícias que a gente vai comentar e depois do banho a gente vai enrolar pra separar e prometer voltar já. se eu chatear é porque tô aprendendo a lidar com a rotina.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-4212963853792519380?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-50947043816725134732009-03-04T17:49:00.003-03:002009-03-04T17:52:51.064-03:00o sambar tímido<br />dos dedos<br />do motorista<br />contra minha cólica<br />de suor frio.<br />a velhice deve ser<br />quebradiça,<br />meus póros<br />não a imaginam<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-5094704381672513473?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-68777471568547831472009-03-04T11:46:00.007-03:002011-09-29T23:19:50.941-03:00arrancou com dentes as cutículas enquanto esperava sentada na escada do prédio. cutícula alimenta a espera. mas abre buraco na pele. e sangra. dá pintas de outras escadas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-6877747156854783147?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-17172547564060797292009-01-12T11:38:00.001-03:002009-01-12T11:39:42.427-03:00uma novidade, por favor<br />que me conte<br />e encante<br />uma nova idade<br />que me traga<br />a boa nova<br />e chegue<br />a qualquer hora<br />que eu prometo<br />não ser pega<br />de surpresa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-1717254756406079729?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-3797877014407243942008-11-27T20:50:00.002-03:002008-11-27T20:52:16.666-03:00vou derrubar as paredes explodir o teto abrir uma janela bem<br />aqui no meio. cansei de empilhar sonhos e andar de joelhos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-379787701440724394?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-78921155790509966422008-11-27T18:16:00.005-03:002009-03-04T12:08:25.206-03:00<span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">me falta</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">um sentido</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">que não esse</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">obsessivo</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">de ocupar</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">um espaço</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">e criar</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">um lugar</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">que não esse</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">que não</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">me encontro.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-7892115579050996642?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-34003104920019762702008-11-16T23:46:00.006-03:002008-11-25T16:15:38.383-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SSDbHF1GAkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TCome7dd_to/s1600-h/miro19.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269452478893916738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SSDbHF1GAkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TCome7dd_to/s320/miro19.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*miró </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-3400310492001976270?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-63298344562285419262008-11-12T17:11:00.002-03:002008-11-12T18:04:05.855-03:00ah essas quatro paredes que me fecham<br />que me abrem porta pra mim<br />agora sou eu e gil aqui<br />refazendo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-6329834456228541926?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-66060908492421751442008-11-10T18:51:00.001-03:002010-06-07T01:09:23.287-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />o</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ovo<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">óvulo<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">também<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ovni<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-6606090849242175144?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-76028462008829290422008-11-06T00:22:00.006-03:002010-07-05T15:10:38.574-03:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho, correr o Quênia e shootar Butão<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho, dançar labaredas e cuspir carvão<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho, dormir agora e acordar em dezembro<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho, receber aumento<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho, Chicago now<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho, vkrasana tomorrow<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho, e vocês estão comigo<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho que rima com ré<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho que não tô com fome<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho que é meio sede</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho que eu não lembro<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho que eu te esqueço<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho pesadelo<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho americano<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho angolano</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho de morango<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho que vou escrever quando acordar<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu tenho um sonho que a vida vai demorar</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-7602846200882929042?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-24225039588825594582008-11-03T22:18:00.011-03:002010-07-05T15:16:00.331-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-k372Gi3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/iZUxt-dPOuY/s1600-h/IMG_6692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-k372Gi3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/iZUxt-dPOuY/s320/IMG_6692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264607770283772786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-keV-I1PI/AAAAAAAAARw/LDgqCWQVvMQ/s1600-h/IMG_5918.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-keV-I1PI/AAAAAAAAARw/LDgqCWQVvMQ/s320/IMG_5918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264607330620200178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-kAfzZ3xI/AAAAAAAAARo/SV0vGoFrkn8/s1600-h/bahia+20062007+179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-kAfzZ3xI/AAAAAAAAARo/SV0vGoFrkn8/s320/bahia+20062007+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264606817863458578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-m3u21jZI/AAAAAAAAASA/fDrkJDWMtyM/s1600-h/IMG_3341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-m3u21jZI/AAAAAAAAASA/fDrkJDWMtyM/s320/IMG_3341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264609965820448146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-j1tvddkI/AAAAAAAAARg/IMmXm8gNAYI/s1600-h/IMG_5922.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SQ-j1tvddkI/AAAAAAAAARg/IMmXm8gNAYI/s320/IMG_5922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264606632626452034" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-2422503958882559458?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-40839022379287535022008-11-02T14:31:00.009-03:002008-11-02T16:14:14.760-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">compose</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">....................... </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">wall</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">............................ </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">in blank</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.......................................</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">black</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">....................................... </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">cause</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.........</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I read</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.............</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span>the news</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">today</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-4083902237928753502?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-20089352158452691172008-11-02T14:15:00.006-03:002008-11-02T14:49:25.721-03:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >UM QUADRO NA PAREDE</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >UMA JANELA PRA LONGE</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >UM SEGUNDO DE ONTEM</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >UMA FOTO, UMA TELA</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />ME LEVA</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-2008935215845269117?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-77337137028779902042008-10-31T17:12:00.002-03:002008-11-02T14:27:20.500-03:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">o dia se demora</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">quando se está</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">fora de lugar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">me doso de café</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">só pra apressar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">acho que ando </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">com pressa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">falo muito dela</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">anseio de si</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">fora daqui</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">me aconselha assim:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">é preciso dosar,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">é preciso dosar.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-7733713702877990204?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-45554982475430002602008-10-22T10:02:00.004-03:002010-07-05T15:23:37.635-03:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >desprendimento<br />desprendiment<br />desprend i ment<br />desprend me<br />desprend<br />desp end<br />de end</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-4555498247543000260?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-70464817244947881792008-10-19T19:23:00.002-03:002008-10-19T19:30:45.894-03:00<span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">UM SOM</span><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">EM NÓS</span><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">CALA</span><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O QUE</span><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">TEMOS</span><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">DE NÓ (S)</span><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">(da resolução de conflitos)</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-7046481724494788179?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-26822516161464817112008-10-19T19:20:00.000-03:002008-10-19T19:38:16.314-03:00<span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">teu riso</span><br style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">ria o rio</span><br style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">que passava</span><br style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">na casa</span><br style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">de manoel</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-2682251616146481711?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-12629729834139470222008-10-19T19:16:00.009-03:002008-10-19T19:46:16.263-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SPpEyN_yh5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/6dBlX_ZEJX4/s1600-h/IMG_6301.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258591144449836946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SPpEyN_yh5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/6dBlX_ZEJX4/s320/IMG_6301.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">O VÔO DA AVE</span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">AVOOU</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">MINHA VOZ</span></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-1262972983413947022?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-1550661527779777212008-10-19T18:19:00.000-03:002008-10-19T19:35:09.618-03:00<span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Fome de presença</span><br style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">é o vazio que </span><br style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">cola: estômago</span><br style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">ao coração</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-155066152777977721?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-31629999511001349032008-10-19T18:12:00.001-03:002008-10-19T20:07:21.811-03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Tamarindo que dá em pedra<br />é o mesmo que:<br />água doce que dá no céu</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-3162999951100134903?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-78538697307426002252008-10-18T17:38:00.005-03:002010-08-13T15:59:33.593-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SPo8Ly6z-LI/AAAAAAAAAQA/F6fXG5g7MJc/s1600-h/P1000220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SPo8Ly6z-LI/AAAAAAAAAQA/F6fXG5g7MJc/s320/P1000220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258581688253151410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><br />Colo teu rosto</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">santo </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">enquadrado<br />protetor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">carrego</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">pescoço em cor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">te espelho</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">mundo fora</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">te reflexo</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">mundo dentro</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-7853869730742600225?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-53810905960789001232008-10-18T16:55:00.014-03:002010-07-05T15:26:42.841-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SPo_fJJ83OI/AAAAAAAAAQg/aJa1ZkMRLds/s1600-h/P1000204.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SPo_fJJ83OI/AAAAAAAAAQg/aJa1ZkMRLds/s320/P1000204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258585319174626530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Luz</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >exposura</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >dura para</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >negativo -</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >breu de prata</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >química inscrita</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >cegueira<br /><br />clareira.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-5381090596078900123?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-20799179196770160422008-10-18T16:51:00.006-03:002010-07-05T15:18:36.285-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SPo-dVCY-pI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ihe4ewxlteY/s1600-h/P1000214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SPo-dVCY-pI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ihe4ewxlteY/s320/P1000214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258584188492774034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >à poesia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >revelador</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >à impressão</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >fixador</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >à imagem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >banho de</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >água fria</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-2079917919677016042?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-33292559217026908792008-10-18T16:07:00.003-03:002010-06-07T01:53:16.024-03:00não travo mais trégua triste por um triz de língua<br />express ão de ser minhas ex-posições.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-3329255921702690879?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-88797260975075833122008-10-12T19:05:00.009-03:002010-06-07T01:18:45.819-03:00aqui estou novamente<br />em meu berço preferido<br />arrancando com cuidado<br />pele dos lábios<br />descamando cutícula<br />futucando ferida<br />inventando razões<br />sorteando anfitriões<br />dormi acordada<br />na vigília<br />aceitei sem hesitar minha sentença<br />e embarquei no primeiro apito<br />o primeiro ato de uma<br />navelouca rede moinho.<br />veneno que paralisa<br />é medo correndo solto<br />antídoto fracasso.<br />visgo de sapo, poça de piche<br />é tudo buraco negro.<br />soterra no caos das vaidades<br />de aforismos jurados de verdade<br />falsa modéstia vertiginosa<br />arranha até queimar minha voz<br />por ora não vou te mandar embora<br />estás convidada a ficar,<br />tristeza senhora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-8879726097507583312?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-74353882618822926222008-10-07T20:38:00.001-03:002008-10-08T08:06:31.819-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SOkq6Kt-fWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dmtIkiUS8MQ/s1600-h/IMG_3545.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SOkq6Kt-fWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dmtIkiUS8MQ/s320/IMG_3545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253777619102367074" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-7435388261882292622?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-39966763726085494752008-10-05T18:42:00.005-03:002011-09-29T23:26:57.846-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">para menta e amêndoa</span></span><br /><br />caminhos em passos largos<br />mais velozes que calendário<br />movimento gera<br />movimento.<br />física pura, comenta.<br />inércia é a de quem rodopia na mesmice tentadora<br />mais vale o mito castrado<br />masculino fraco<br />pra ver<br />o dia amanhecer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-3996676372608549475?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-49920163528353762102008-10-02T19:18:00.004-03:002010-07-05T15:31:20.903-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SOVJOLPr4FI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PL-Ke46fjhw/s1600-h/IMG_6293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SOVJOLPr4FI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PL-Ke46fjhw/s320/IMG_6293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252685048283127890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />cru<br />cria<br />crê<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-4992016352835376210?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-8484121328808528542008-09-30T00:49:00.007-03:002008-09-30T00:57:48.346-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SOGiNVyk2kI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GLMIemIBSWM/s1600-h/clara+108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SOGiNVyk2kI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GLMIemIBSWM/s320/clara+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251656990561983042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />perdoe-se.<br />aceita sua condição deserta inóspita para honrar regar as plantas em conta-gotas. nó desenrola-se às lágrimas em rolo de lã aumentado, na torção de braços e pernas em preparação para o desequilíbrio. valoriza o desequilíbrio como momento de loucura - desvia. e aguenta em tronco. desabará como que por serra elétrica: a reprovação é força de vontade rasgada. cíclica no eterno retorno desatado em sina. a condição de ser o que se é e o desespero de enxergar-se de fora com olhos de consciência alheia, escamoteada em enredo com princípio, meio e fim. "cada um sabe a dor e a delícia de ser o que é".<br /><br />foto: fernando de noronha, 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-848412132880852854?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-44483759881211721082008-09-27T19:24:00.002-03:002008-09-27T19:48:10.766-03:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3af901ed95bde78a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3af901ed95bde78a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330208458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFF81E4C9E1A60419857DFE049C56AECF561907.8312400959E90D8C7A67C411DFF5F8E1B52042AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3af901ed95bde78a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dci2uhhVWF-bM0jiZkP7LUThmo6g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3af901ed95bde78a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330208458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFF81E4C9E1A60419857DFE049C56AECF561907.8312400959E90D8C7A67C411DFF5F8E1B52042AC%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3af901ed95bde78a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dci2uhhVWF-bM0jiZkP7LUThmo6g&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />El alma lúgrube grita:<br />"!Mujer, maldita mujer!"<br />!No sé yo quién pueda ser<br />entre las dos la maldita!<br /><br /><br />poema: josé martí, 1891<br />vídeo: havana, 2007<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-4448375988121172108?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-83556633115413433302008-09-23T18:58:00.005-03:002008-09-23T19:57:19.528-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SNlnTwJiDnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iyQgMGhuVMU/s1600-h/IMG_6321.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SNlnTwJiDnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iyQgMGhuVMU/s320/IMG_6321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249340429717081714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>vai!<br />corre e destrói<br />mas não olha atrás<br /></div>há um rastro de raiva sorrindo<br />prestes a nascer<br /><br />na tela<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-8355663311541343330?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-19131565347436061562008-09-23T12:42:00.003-03:002008-09-23T13:01:08.901-03:00Deus sabe o que faz quando traz a primavera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-1913156534743606156?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-47175219093083988822008-09-21T20:19:00.006-03:002011-09-29T23:28:40.717-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SNbXzX4FJ2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/6mu6hrvMTGk/s1600-h/IMG_4690.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SNbXzX4FJ2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/6mu6hrvMTGk/s320/IMG_4690.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248619693329426274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />criança, sonhei que tinha margaridas na barriga. brotavam de terra sobre estômago. eram muitas e brancas e ainda hoje me arrepiam os braços.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-4717521909308398882?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-82782154912099750832008-09-13T15:16:00.001-03:002008-09-14T18:13:36.061-03:00difícil dizer depois de Clarice<br /><br /><br /><br />é quase difícil sentir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-8278215491209975083?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-71328374854787979602008-09-13T15:12:00.002-03:002008-09-13T15:13:13.069-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SMwCroml8MI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tzMmC_7NuHk/s1600-h/bahia+20062007+122.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgUFeojjUP0/SMwCroml8MI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tzMmC_7NuHk/s200/bahia+20062007+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245570614636703938" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-7132837485478797960?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-32658107871595991212008-09-11T14:26:00.001-03:002008-09-11T14:28:42.759-03:00Dia sim, dia não, acordava e regava as plantas. Sentia-se viva naquele ato. Via na simplicidade o inteiro. Entregava-se à casa de areia que erguera sobre a cegueira. Preferiu fechar os olhos a aprender que cada folha tem seu tempo. Mecânica, reconheceu-se vazia quando percebeu do alto que seus vasos sumiam na mata. E que só as palmeiras imperiais chegam perto do céu. Seca, rasgou, furou, amarelou, quebrou...Acordou no dia não e lembrou que graveto é bom para fazer fogueira.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-3265810787159599121?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-23024130163247703862008-09-11T14:23:00.002-03:002008-09-11T14:25:39.992-03:00traz vermelho<br />traduz tristeza<br /><br />suga vísceras<br />inunda veias<br /><br />engana coração<br />entope emoção<br /><br />exala nos póros<br />engasga o choro <br /><br />engole seco<br />cospe alto<br />aperta o peito<br />erra o alvo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-2302413016324770386?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-81511988215549881972008-09-10T17:44:00.003-03:002008-09-10T22:25:44.796-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">expandiu cor-de-rosa, vibrou na garganta, ressoou quente nos pés, desabou em risos, escalou a vertebral, dançou bailarina, espelhou choro de criança, se viu menina, mandou embora no mar, pesou escuro, brincou de irmã, dormiu serena, firmou em pedra, plantou um ponto de luz.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-8151198821554988197?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531651211803813374.post-13089739715891059132008-09-10T01:40:00.003-03:002010-06-07T14:32:02.452-03:00da essência<br />da chatice<br />do amor<br />do medo<br />da cobrança<br />da entrega<br />da perda<br />do ideal<br />da utopia<br /><br /><br />quero acordar despida de meus medos<br />de meus sentimentos deixar de ser juiz<br />vou dormir e acordar feliz<br />boa noite<br /><br /><br />outubro / 2007<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531651211803813374-1308973971589105913?l=ashorasdeclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717035379470812691noreply@blogger.com0