tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378589702011-12-28T03:08:13.361-02:00Miscelânea, de acordo com meus sentidos.Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.comBlogger831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-80037865646071534992011-06-29T13:42:00.000-03:002011-06-29T13:42:49.032-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlQ5n04dWUE/RgpYg1zpswI/AAAAAAAAAlw/kYeamSw_-Rw/s1600/ChuvaEmMimByGustavoCosta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlQ5n04dWUE/RgpYg1zpswI/AAAAAAAAAlw/kYeamSw_-Rw/s320/ChuvaEmMimByGustavoCosta.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br />&nbsp; <br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">Desaparece</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">a lua, em neve mortal.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">Choram os anjos.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">Saramar</span><br /><br />Imagem: Gustavo Costa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-8003786564607153499?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-5006031487831226152009-11-19T22:40:00.001-02:002009-11-19T22:42:12.520-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SwXlDMK6iwI/AAAAAAAAD2A/0HmzHyERCXo/s1600/mar_revolto.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405978770697521922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SwXlDMK6iwI/AAAAAAAAD2A/0HmzHyERCXo/s400/mar_revolto.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Tomo um barco<br />vou-me em sonhos<br />para o outro lado do mar.<br />Meus olhos,<br />braços<br />e o mar sem porto<br />de te encontrar.<br /></span><br />Saramar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-500603148783122615?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-71867249890399458752009-09-23T01:18:00.009-03:002009-09-23T02:03:55.405-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Srmr4ee2ZEI/AAAAAAAAD00/wR19md8aq9I/s1600-h/borboleta5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384523816241620034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Srmr4ee2ZEI/AAAAAAAAD00/wR19md8aq9I/s400/borboleta5.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">num minuto,<br />ou outro<br />um risco tinge o dia<br />e outro<br />abre os olhos, uma flor<br />e borboletas de toda cor.<br />Saramar </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-7186724989039945875?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-39687567802873248292009-06-07T09:57:00.006-03:002009-06-07T11:18:14.892-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SivLhtjDOyI/AAAAAAAADyk/IVz_NwW9bpQ/s1600-h/lua+fantasia-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344589162827954978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SivLhtjDOyI/AAAAAAAADyk/IVz_NwW9bpQ/s400/lua+fantasia-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Os meninos crescem<br />alcançam a lua<br />esquecem...<br /><br />Ficam almas transparentes </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>nuas<br />atravessadas por antiga luz<br />(dos meninos)<br />que insiste em doer.<br /></strong></span>Saramar</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-3968756780287324829?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-77452423754725210762009-03-30T15:27:00.004-03:002009-03-30T15:37:46.849-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SdEQyHR1aXI/AAAAAAAADxs/8riyAv-3c14/s1600-h/S%C3%93.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319051088034621810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SdEQyHR1aXI/AAAAAAAADxs/8riyAv-3c14/s400/S%C3%93.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E o tempo,<br />vento de carregar,<br />leva ao longe minhas tempestades.<br />Ficam sombras,<br />poeiras de sonhos,<br />saudades.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Daeni Pino</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-7745242375472521076?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-69241476341677121832009-01-27T01:00:00.003-02:002009-01-28T01:58:21.994-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SX_VkpJSJ3I/AAAAAAAADxE/biKNtdz3L7g/s1600-h/Leitura+Poynter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296186512307791730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SX_VkpJSJ3I/AAAAAAAADxE/biKNtdz3L7g/s400/Leitura+Poynter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>Do jeito como vivo<br />é tudo aberto<br />Tão aberto<br />que escondo a alma em gavetas<br />e os olhos entre livros.<br /></strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Saramar<br /><br />Imagem: Poynter</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-6924147634167712183?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-55803501962638268182008-12-02T01:12:00.026-02:002008-12-02T05:37:31.195-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/STTjY6JQ7YI/AAAAAAAADps/7fApz7_joF8/s1600-h/dan%C3%A7a3+Alfred+Glockel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275091080622173570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/STTjY6JQ7YI/AAAAAAAADps/7fApz7_joF8/s400/dan%C3%A7a3+Alfred+Glockel.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Sem estrelas<br />sem saber<br />sem príncipe ou princesa<br />sem pressa<br />nem era dia de festa<br />ou fogos<br />sem artifício<br />no dia qualquer<br />de todas as vidas acontecendo<br />eu e você<br />descobrimos<br />que amar é simples<br />então dançamos<br />todas as danças<br />até que a música que inventamos<br />se calou dentro de nós.<br /><br />(entretanto, ainda sonho)</strong></span> </span></span><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Saramar </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">Imagem: Alfredo Glock</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-5580350196263826818?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-59697138287399554182008-11-16T00:11:00.009-02:002008-11-16T00:28:54.186-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SR-Dp_5XiuI/AAAAAAAADok/_G6NW0OriZo/s1600-h/mulher+Ewa+Brzozowska.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269074846596696802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SR-Dp_5XiuI/AAAAAAAADok/_G6NW0OriZo/s400/mulher+Ewa+Brzozowska.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Sem você,<br />são inúteis as palavras<br />e se debruça um tempo<br />que cobre o tempo de amar.<br />dorme o amor<br />para sempre.<br /></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Saramar</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Imagem: Ewa Brzozowska</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-5969713828739955418?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-61066571240562775732008-08-22T06:56:00.004-03:002008-08-22T07:27:27.190-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SK6TcplsUDI/AAAAAAAACig/4UI-RPzgNc4/s1600-h/anjo_triste_by_Livke.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237285537088032818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SK6TcplsUDI/AAAAAAAACig/4UI-RPzgNc4/s400/anjo_triste_by_Livke.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Entre todas a tarefas do mundo<br />salvar alguém,<br />parir os homens<br />recolher os destroços,<br />a mais impossível<br />que nunca posso<br />e nem tento<br />é te esquecer.</span><br />Saramar<br /><br />Imagem: Livke</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-6106657124056277573?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-61294199764977330872008-07-11T00:28:00.006-03:002008-07-11T01:36:53.158-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SHbjKu3W2TI/AAAAAAAACeU/zPNyGIBqTSY/s1600-h/Gjersvik_combo_tango1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221610591501080882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SHbjKu3W2TI/AAAAAAAACeU/zPNyGIBqTSY/s400/Gjersvik_combo_tango1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sei dos dementes,<br />sei da rouquidão dos gritos,<br />sei do aflito rasgar-se<br />dos gemidos.<br />Amo.<br />É isso.<br /></span>Saramar<br /><br />Imagem: Gjersvik</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-6129419976497733087?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-28555328525463887432008-07-04T00:00:00.002-03:002008-07-04T11:09:46.893-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SG4s8aIF7qI/AAAAAAAACc8/3qZiVYPvvJY/s1600-h/espelho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219158434486021794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SG4s8aIF7qI/AAAAAAAACc8/3qZiVYPvvJY/s400/espelho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>As palavras, presas,<br />negam-me sua música.<br />Também o amor<br />nega sua luz a quem<br />só vê espelhos<br />e a imagem única,<br />cinza, seca que,<br />de toda água feminina<br />só lágrimas verte .<br /></strong><br />Saramar </span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-2855532852546388743?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-38683572138270882182008-05-23T08:34:00.000-03:002008-05-23T09:12:37.793-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SDazVEbR9lI/AAAAAAAACac/CaXl0FTKZlA/s1600-h/RAUL+TOUZON.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203543594019976786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SDazVEbR9lI/AAAAAAAACac/CaXl0FTKZlA/s400/RAUL+TOUZON.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Bendito seja o amor<br />única fome que de beijos se sacia<br />única sede que de lágrimas se farta<br />a enxergar o céu na lâmina que traça<br />o vermelho traço da saudade na pele<br />fria de solidão.<br /><br />Bendito seja o amor<br />que nos retira do mundo<br />para dançar no ar, como flores soltas<br />perfumando o chão.<br /></span></strong>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Raul Touzon</span></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-3868357213827088218?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-58824097106542420032008-05-01T09:28:00.000-03:002008-05-01T09:41:39.241-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SBm6RjCkIGI/AAAAAAAACXk/WcfL9Opsays/s1600-h/Dmitriy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195388455775117410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/SBm6RjCkIGI/AAAAAAAACXk/WcfL9Opsays/s400/Dmitriy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>De tão triste, sou crua.<br />Que será das metáforas<br />de sustentar o que tento dizer?<br />Foram-se em busca de vida menos vazia<br />que possa entre elas se disfarçar.<br />Fiquei mais só<br />e minha palavra,<br />nua</strong>.</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">Saramar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">Imagem: Dimitriy</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-5882409710654242003?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-8957481871970159282008-04-03T22:22:00.000-03:002008-04-03T22:45:34.588-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R_WIIl3RBoI/AAAAAAAACTM/aHWF4QEyiag/s1600-h/Minerva+-+Rodin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185200227171239554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R_WIIl3RBoI/AAAAAAAACTM/aHWF4QEyiag/s320/Minerva+-+Rodin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>De tua boca,<br />são as palavras<br />do meu abrigo.<br />De tua língua,<br />sei dos tons<br />sabe também<br />o meu umbigo.</strong><br /></span>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Rodin</span></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-895748187197015928?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-5630550260074982322008-03-21T23:09:00.000-03:002008-03-21T00:37:35.072-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R-MoI13RBWI/AAAAAAAACQ4/UzsCWfcTVPU/s1600-h/Mico.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180028128769148258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R-MoI13RBWI/AAAAAAAACQ4/UzsCWfcTVPU/s320/Mico.jpg" width="336" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>É tempo,<br />ainda é tempo,<br />mas eu vou.<br />Temo o espaço e o frio,<br />eu e você,<br />um em cada margem<br />de amazônico rio.</strong><br /></span>Saramar</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-563055026007498232?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-57369473323092479922008-03-08T00:35:00.003-03:002008-03-08T00:58:12.960-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R9IMnmKYZQI/AAAAAAAACPI/ijMYUXptZ-U/s1600-h/Amor_de_Cartro_Pedra_-_122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175212796200641794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R9IMnmKYZQI/AAAAAAAACPI/ijMYUXptZ-U/s400/Amor_de_Cartro_Pedra_-_122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Costela, barro, serpente,<br />bruxa, musa, cama,<br />muda, fetiche, parto,<br />porta, fonte, floração,<br />trança, escrava, troça,<br />veneno, ninho, peito,<br />moda, nódoa, sangue,<br />sal, demônio, perdição,<br />bunda, amante, tentação...<br /><br />(quando será gente?)</strong><br /></span>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Cartro Pedra</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-5736947332309247992?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-28978021099745043412008-03-04T00:34:00.000-03:002008-03-04T02:48:18.835-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R8zhIw4tL7I/AAAAAAAACNs/SkoxwLFE5FY/s1600-h/chão.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173757612619804594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R8zhIw4tL7I/AAAAAAAACNs/SkoxwLFE5FY/s400/ch%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>quero o poema pesando, denso<br />como anjo de túmulo e<br />sua solidão<br />no verso<br />preso ao chão,<br />concreto.<br /><br />quero o verso vasto<br />como o vazio dos cemitérios<br /><br />o verso da alma,<br />do barro das almas.</strong><br /></span>Saramar</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-2897802109974504341?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-57420898731943949322008-02-26T22:54:00.000-03:002008-02-26T23:59:30.808-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R8TRW61s-EI/AAAAAAAACMU/TImFywWviDc/s1600-h/6083633-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171488463810000962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R8TRW61s-EI/AAAAAAAACMU/TImFywWviDc/s400/6083633-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#336666;"><strong>Na imaginária noite,<br />adormeci sobre o desejo<br />e a espera,<br />e não vieste.<br /><br />Em minha solidão,<br />clamo por teu carinho,<br />ainda que breve.<br /></strong>Saramar</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-5742089873194394932?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-47992565023616634262008-02-07T02:46:00.000-02:002008-02-07T03:20:30.628-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R6qUIN-IU-I/AAAAAAAACIU/vBmO6Qpyb3A/s1600-h/pipas.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164102791643812834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R6qUIN-IU-I/AAAAAAAACIU/vBmO6Qpyb3A/s400/pipas.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Tua sede </strong></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>é de menino </strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>querendo vento</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>de pipa levar.</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>só em minha boca , </strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>pode se saciar</strong>. </span><br />Saramar</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-4799256502361663426?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-48716536777524950092008-01-29T09:15:00.000-02:002008-01-29T09:22:46.220-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R58L6t-IU2I/AAAAAAAACHU/tw7Ki_rIIxU/s1600-h/Cristina-Becejski1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160856801390383970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R58L6t-IU2I/AAAAAAAACHU/tw7Ki_rIIxU/s400/Cristina-Becejski1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Digo o que sinto aqui por dentro,<br />ainda que os olhos desdigam<br />e o verso não contenha<br />em suas sílabas-caixas tão iguais,<br />o sentido do que percebo.<br />Digo o que vejo e beijo.<br />Preciso que o lido do que digo<br />seja outro mundo, se assim for.<br />Só digo o que quero,<br />ainda que seja o avesso do trânsfuga<br />de qualquer dizer.<br />No que digo há um só ser: eu<br />(e meus desejos).<br /></strong>Saramar<br /><br />Imagem: Cristina Becejski</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-4871653677752495009?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-67684015650466454802008-01-21T08:36:00.000-02:002008-01-21T08:54:10.549-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R5R5h7OqGLI/AAAAAAAACFg/tJzbapZ4DHI/s1600-h/NOITE+GUTO+LEITE.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157881096987875506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R5R5h7OqGLI/AAAAAAAACFg/tJzbapZ4DHI/s400/NOITE+GUTO+LEITE.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Veja só<br />só a noite<br />entre nós<br />e o beijo<br />só,<br />na noite<br />entre nós<br />só a noite,<br />de beijo,<br />nada.</strong></span><br />Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Guto Leite</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-6768401565046645480?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-27485004405252412282007-12-27T12:21:00.000-02:002007-12-27T13:39:22.550-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R3O_6_129tI/AAAAAAAACBo/708E50Ud_cs/s1600-h/ano-novo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148669819305260754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R3O_6_129tI/AAAAAAAACBo/708E50Ud_cs/s320/ano-novo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">pequenino,<br /><br />nasce em mim<br /><br />o dia novo<br /><br />do ano que vem.<br /><br />nasce vestido<br /><br />do amor<br /><br />que trago,<br /><br />ora doce,<br /><br />ora amargo.<br /></span></strong>Saramar<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-2748500440525241228?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-53905394370463656182007-12-09T09:50:00.000-02:002007-12-09T09:59:08.140-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R1vXYkG-B7I/AAAAAAAAB-s/ap7qAZUluIY/s1600-h/carta+Kilburne.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141940216583292850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R1vXYkG-B7I/AAAAAAAAB-s/ap7qAZUluIY/s400/carta+Kilburne.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Além do verso,<br /><br />há a vida.<br /><br />vazia, rasgo poemas<br /><br />um após outro.<br /><br />na lida dos dias<br /><br />que nem sei se vivo<br /><br />amasso palavras,<br /><br />rabisco poesia.<br /><br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem: Kilburne</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-5390539437046365618?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-11069111447504339472007-11-21T10:09:00.000-02:002007-11-21T13:36:45.539-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R0RMOXQ55HI/AAAAAAAAB5k/C6bPojZgSqA/s1600-h/chuva23Maro05006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135313284756006002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/R0RMOXQ55HI/AAAAAAAAB5k/C6bPojZgSqA/s320/chuva23Maro05006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong>é cinza a lágrima,</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>o canto, o dia.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>é chuva, é via </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>de líquido caminhar.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>quisera chuva amarela,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>outono para sempre</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>e a beleza do vento.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>quisera andar</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>envolta em tintas e brisa.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>quisera ser aquarela,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>somente cinza sou.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Saramar</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-1106911144750433947?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-88012030357671591832007-11-07T23:45:00.000-02:002007-11-28T09:45:37.880-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RzJqwaRrxbI/AAAAAAAAB3I/ny51W18poZ0/s1600-h/Bernardo+Cau.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130280305448175026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RzJqwaRrxbI/AAAAAAAAB3I/ny51W18poZ0/s400/Bernardo+Cau.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Prendo as palavras,<br /><br />em vão.<br /><br />dos meus olhos,<br /><br />precipita-se o verso.<br /></span></strong>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Bernardo Cau</span></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-8801203035767159183?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-79752775447223697822007-10-23T17:54:00.000-02:002007-10-24T17:14:22.091-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rx-Zbx3DNQI/AAAAAAAAByg/QtDtriUDKHE/s1600-h/Mico1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124983603490665730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rx-Zbx3DNQI/AAAAAAAAByg/QtDtriUDKHE/s400/Mico1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>A solidão é veste pesada<br /><br />que conhece minhas veias,<br /><br />palco de perpétuo inverno.<br /><br />A solidão,<br /><br />de gelo me cobre<br /><br />de gelo...<br /></strong></span><br />Saramar<br /><br />Imagem: Mico</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-7975277544722369782?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-61103772189178632872007-10-11T00:59:00.000-03:002007-10-11T01:10:26.017-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rw2hMB3DMrI/AAAAAAAABtw/8eZb94j2G9Y/s1600-h/Amor_de_Cartro_Pedra_-_122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119925579419955890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rw2hMB3DMrI/AAAAAAAABtw/8eZb94j2G9Y/s400/Amor_de_Cartro_Pedra_-_122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span ><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>eu sem você<br />é assim como dedos quebrados<br />e a dor de nada se mover<br />em qualquer direção.<br />eu sem você<br />é um vão ornado<br />de escuridão.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Cartro Pedra</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-6110377218917863287?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-22322838360566319652007-09-30T23:21:00.000-03:002007-10-01T13:06:34.658-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RwBezR3DMXI/AAAAAAAABrQ/kkBtDIvaEMA/s1600-h/silêncio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116193411753521522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RwBezR3DMXI/AAAAAAAABrQ/kkBtDIvaEMA/s320/sil%C3%AAncio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RwBd-h3DMWI/AAAAAAAABrI/67eYenGCRFk/s1600-h/silêncio.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#333399;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">fujo e choro,<br />choro e fumo<br />e você dorme<br />adoravelmente<br />apesar do rumor de um blues<br />transtornando as flores<br />que se matam<br />perfumosamente.<br />é madrugada<br />e tudo morre<br />enquanto beijo meu reflexo<br />no espelho do banheiro.</span><br /></strong>Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-2232283836056631965?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169334663278793582007-09-25T19:10:00.000-03:002007-09-25T17:04:51.673-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RvlmWR3DMEI/AAAAAAAABo8/lh5dbjvyVWs/s1600-h/balletindex2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114231384793362498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RvlmWR3DMEI/AAAAAAAABo8/lh5dbjvyVWs/s400/balletindex2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong>A dança termina,<br />travada tristemente<br />no tempo do mais<br />perfeito passo.<br />Travo na garganta,<br />treva novamente.<br /></strong></span>Saramar </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933466327879358?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-40496753594406199852007-09-19T09:00:00.000-03:002007-09-19T10:14:01.901-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RvEd4jDGYuI/AAAAAAAABns/NaJF8koeULY/s1600-h/Primavera+Renoir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111899909360345826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RvEd4jDGYuI/AAAAAAAABns/NaJF8koeULY/s400/Primavera+Renoir.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><strong>flores no jardim</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><strong>fragâncias, amor no ar</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><strong>flores dentro de mim.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;">Saramar</span></div><br /><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Renoir</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-4049675359440619985?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-63421357285289430592007-09-14T17:08:00.002-03:002007-09-14T19:51:03.591-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RusMn9ALJJI/AAAAAAAABmU/g1-pwsJYZjE/s1600-h/FrankWestonBenson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110192082711684242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RusMn9ALJJI/AAAAAAAABmU/g1-pwsJYZjE/s320/FrankWestonBenson.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>passei a tarde inteira<br /><br />lendo teus poemas de amor.<br /><br />tola, teimo em me matar assim<br /><br />vendo a dor que inventas<br /><br />...para outra.<br /><br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Frank Weston Benson</span></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-6342135728528943059?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169331412887047072007-09-10T18:14:00.000-03:002007-09-10T23:29:27.046-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RuX8pwmm4MI/AAAAAAAABkc/iTKkZ1ca4xU/s1600-h/12.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108767146673365186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RuX8pwmm4MI/AAAAAAAABkc/iTKkZ1ca4xU/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>Suas carícias,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>lâminas,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>lanham a pele.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>Rasgo a tarde</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>em gemidos.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933141288704707?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169327196661029412007-09-04T17:05:00.000-03:002007-09-04T14:30:16.019-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdSQDHOz6LI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_OsFUGlchdw/s1600-h/Belleza+Ana+Maria+Aguillar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031805066834864306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdSQDHOz6LI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_OsFUGlchdw/s320/Belleza+Ana+Maria+Aguillar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Ando cheia de palavras.<br />Tardias, equívocas,<br />mal endereçadas.<br />Ando cheia de palavras.<br /></span>Saramar</span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"></span></p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;">Imagem: Ana Maria Aguilar</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932719666102941?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-82774050919825340612007-08-31T09:53:00.000-03:002007-08-31T17:35:56.722-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rtge-Qmm39I/AAAAAAAABik/4kQSTuyVqaI/s1600-h/tango_retro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104864232582078418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rtge-Qmm39I/AAAAAAAABik/4kQSTuyVqaI/s400/tango_retro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"><strong>Em San Telmo, amor,<br />deixei escrito </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>na parede de florzinha inglesa:<br />vem ser meu sonho,<br />me deixa morder seu peito,<br />vamos inventar um tango<br />e lhe deixo enredar meus pés,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>dobrar-me as costas</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>e, em seu leito,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>domar meu corpo</strong></span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>.<br />Vem.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: tango retrô</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-8277405091982534061?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169335331520444932007-08-25T19:21:00.000-03:002007-08-27T08:54:00.319-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RtBRMAmm3wI/AAAAAAAABg8/IFMxajq8DYs/s1600-h/cupido+Canova.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102667644572983042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RtBRMAmm3wI/AAAAAAAABg8/IFMxajq8DYs/s400/cupido+Canova.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Por favor,<br /><br />fale-me de amor,<br /><br />que ando em estrelas<br /><br />e me desafio<br /><br />para ouvir<br /><br />seus suspiros<br /><br />e sua voz<br /><br />falando da minha,<br /><br />quando é em você<br /><br />que moram os encantos.<br /><br />Fale, fale de amor.<br /><br />Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem: Canova</span> </span></span></strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933533152044493?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-83881229085638592952007-08-14T13:49:00.000-03:002007-08-14T14:04:30.782-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RsHfxY3VIoI/AAAAAAAABes/FhKJmHMAlsw/s1600-h/paraÃ&shy;so.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098602292741218946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RsHfxY3VIoI/AAAAAAAABes/FhKJmHMAlsw/s320/para%C3%ADso.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><strong>traz-me o vinho,</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>que hoje preciso</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>da embriaguez vermelha</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>que só provo em sua boca.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Saramar</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-8388122908563859295?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169329164884742112007-08-06T17:38:00.000-03:002007-08-06T12:29:10.785-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rrc5c43VIfI/AAAAAAAABdk/B6pOZBM3dXY/s1600-h/pedaços1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095604671856583154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rrc5c43VIfI/AAAAAAAABdk/B6pOZBM3dXY/s320/peda%C3%A7os1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Sou homem?<br />Sou bicho?<br />Ele ri<br />Eu brinco.<br />Sou bicho?<br />Ele tira<br />A vida<br />Para viver.<br />Eu mato<br />A vida<br />Por prazer.<br />Sou homem?<br />Eu choro<br />Por amor.<br />E desmancho<br />O mundo.<br />Sou bicho?<br />Ele, fauna<br />Eu, lixo.<br /></strong></span>Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932916488474211?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-86519343079734052412007-08-02T19:56:00.000-03:002007-08-02T11:55:50.874-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RrHmKI3VICI/AAAAAAAABZ8/SDwZ8G2qv6g/s1600-h/vidro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094105715385376802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RrHmKI3VICI/AAAAAAAABZ8/SDwZ8G2qv6g/s400/vidro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">De pergunta<br />em pergunta,<br />a montagem<br />da vida.<br /></span></strong>Saramar</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-8651934307973405241?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-17516885096626659092007-07-30T22:20:00.000-03:002007-07-30T11:05:06.873-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rq3vK43VHuI/AAAAAAAABXY/gVXiTEgngOo/s1600-h/Elvira-Amrhein-Schutzengel-63001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092989723968085730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rq3vK43VHuI/AAAAAAAABXY/gVXiTEgngOo/s400/Elvira-Amrhein-Schutzengel-63001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">amarelo nos retratos.<br />os atos, ao contrário,<br />vermelham e,<br />exposta,<br />sem fim ou começo,<br />enverdeço.<br /></span></strong>Saramar </span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Imagem: Elvira Amrhein</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-1751688509662665909?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169329380320066982007-07-14T17:42:00.000-03:002007-07-14T13:46:32.444-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rpj8-VZxcbI/AAAAAAAABQI/nlAF8kMcCnM/s1600-h/deusa.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087093926942306738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rpj8-VZxcbI/AAAAAAAABQI/nlAF8kMcCnM/s400/deusa.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>Chuvinha e sol</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>e eu no ar com</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>meu vestido florido e</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>a boca vermelha</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>dos seus beijos.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>os seus orvalhos</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>giro-os ao sol </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>e me encho de luzes,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>para mais tarde,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>rabiscá-las em você.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932938032006698?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-76284882021316671422007-07-08T03:32:00.001-03:002007-07-09T16:42:29.801-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RpKOt5ww9ZI/AAAAAAAABOI/PFsFbDtqghA/s1600-h/Robert-Duval-Magic-Moment-32818.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085283848505324946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RpKOt5ww9ZI/AAAAAAAABOI/PFsFbDtqghA/s400/Robert-Duval-Magic-Moment-32818.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Basta você<br />e o mundo<br />desembesta<br />dentro de mim.<br />portas abertas<br />todas as frestas<br />folia sem fim.</span></strong><br /><br />Saramar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Robert Duval</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-7628488202131667142?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-86105800067956997872007-07-06T10:12:00.000-03:002007-07-06T17:35:07.465-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Ro5E-Zww9II/AAAAAAAABMA/42gyG5QAueM/s1600-h/cisne+Kevin+Sloan.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084076868205868162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Ro5E-Zww9II/AAAAAAAABMA/42gyG5QAueM/s400/cisne+Kevin+Sloan.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>falou-me de amor<br />como um deus lascivo.<br />tocou-me, pena, pluma<br />e acendeu-me os seios<br />com púrpura sabedoria.<br /><br />como um deus esquivo,<br />chuva de uma noite apenas,<br />foi-se,<br />deixou a morrer, a chama<br />deixou em suspenso, os seios<br />e a boca muda.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /></span><p></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Imagem: Kevin Sloan</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-8610580006795699787?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169335430138224852007-07-02T19:22:00.000-03:002007-07-02T17:05:12.143-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RokZFJww87I/AAAAAAAABKY/cNo3E8zWta4/s1600-h/Klimt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082621230774809522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RokZFJww87I/AAAAAAAABKY/cNo3E8zWta4/s400/Klimt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tanto amor guardado<br />pronto para nascer<br />faltam palavras<br />para o descrever.<br />Tanta dor em guarda<br />pronta para doer<br />faltam palavras<br />para a conter.<br /></span></strong>Saramar<br /></span></span><p></p><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Klimt</span> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933543013822485?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169328932363743262007-06-28T22:52:00.000-03:002007-06-28T22:52:23.616-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RoRlcJww8xI/AAAAAAAABJI/v3m1Bwpv52k/s1600-h/Jack-Vettriano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081297813911958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RoRlcJww8xI/AAAAAAAABJI/v3m1Bwpv52k/s400/Jack-Vettriano.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>bocas<br />dentes<br />risos<br />mimos<br />risos<br />dentes<br />rios<br />beijos.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /></span><p></p><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Jack Vettriano</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932893236374326?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169335623479348982007-06-24T19:26:00.000-03:002007-06-24T19:12:04.490-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rn7rfw-Xu6I/AAAAAAAABH4/ChajrM0Z16I/s1600-h/lagrima1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079756360675474338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rn7rfw-Xu6I/AAAAAAAABH4/ChajrM0Z16I/s320/lagrima1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Em suas mãos,<br />perdi o rumo<br />e refiz os laços.<br />Deixou-me, porém,<br />levando o mundo.<br />Não importa.<br />Nada posso tocar.<br />Sou boneca sem braços.<br /></strong></span>Saramar</span></span></div><br /><p></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Imagem: Nicoletta </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933562347934898?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-59916138598021831562007-06-19T09:10:00.001-03:002007-06-19T16:06:09.126-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RngnrOy420I/AAAAAAAABFc/HsM3sgwYB2c/s1600-h/Bates+Littlehales.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077852203519630146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RngnrOy420I/AAAAAAAABFc/HsM3sgwYB2c/s400/Bates+Littlehales.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Entre folhagens,<br />a névoa da manhã<br />e um pio amarelo.</strong><br /></span>Saramar </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-5991613859802183156?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169329314750865302007-06-13T17:41:00.000-03:002007-06-13T22:03:57.068-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RnCSoey42iI/AAAAAAAABDM/UJTYQkHHK6c/s1600-h/Théberge.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075718004205476386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RnCSoey42iI/AAAAAAAABDM/UJTYQkHHK6c/s400/Th%C3%A9berge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Respiração a dois,<br />em dois,<br />dois em um.<br />Mãos abrindo<br />comportas.<br />Sal, língua e mar.<br />Maré, maçã rubra.<br />Na boca, veneno.<br />Vórtice,<br />seus mares,<br />veneno<br />na boca.<br /></strong></span>Saramar</span></div><br /><p><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></p><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Théberge</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932931475086530?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169329225253945432007-06-10T17:39:00.000-03:002007-06-10T09:47:30.845-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RmvyPuy42VI/AAAAAAAABBg/U_tdEbK-HUM/s1600-h/ChiWen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074415757236427090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RmvyPuy42VI/AAAAAAAABBg/U_tdEbK-HUM/s400/ChiWen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>O sol desenha pássaros<br />em flores fechadas.<br />Abrem-se olhos coloridos,<br />espantados com tanta música.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /></span><p></p><span style="color:#336666;">Imagem: Chi Wen</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932922525394543?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169333401845574942007-06-04T18:48:00.000-03:002007-06-04T08:29:53.297-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RmP2cfUGTvI/AAAAAAAAA-g/4E4h5YSCJ6Q/s1600-h/ConstanceMarieCharpentier1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072168574651879154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RmP2cfUGTvI/AAAAAAAAA-g/4E4h5YSCJ6Q/s400/ConstanceMarieCharpentier1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Tantas palavras, tantas.<br />O silêncio, entretanto<br />impede o canto de amor<br />que tento, em vão, cantar.<br />Alheio,<br />minha voz não ouve<br />e as palavras se perdem<br />como as lágrimas no mar.<br />O que mais quer,<br />se morto o sonho,<br />desfeito em dores,<br />só palavras tenho,<br />oferendas de amor<br />em canto torto?<br /></span></strong>Saramar </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Imagem: Constance Marie Charpentier</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933340184557494?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169335113316660532007-05-31T19:17:00.000-03:002007-05-31T12:27:58.661-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rl7pE_UGTcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fBZAOLPVznM/s1600-h/sem+autor.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070746502390238658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rl7pE_UGTcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fBZAOLPVznM/s400/sem+autor.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">sua boca<br />de refúgio<br />e tentação<br />é o mais longo<br />labirinto,<br />vulcão.<br />sua boca é<br />calor e renda,<br />suave pluma.<br />nela me rendo<br />em perene<br />perdição.<br /></span></strong>Saramar </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933511331666053?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169329824987904322007-05-26T17:47:00.000-03:002007-05-26T13:21:36.872-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RlhePcrZIpI/AAAAAAAAA60/lDwwu0mW-sc/s1600-h/FrankWestonBenson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068905000094737042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RlhePcrZIpI/AAAAAAAAA60/lDwwu0mW-sc/s320/FrankWestonBenson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Leio todos os<br />poemas de amor<br />e finjo que você<br />os escreveu para mim.<br /></span></strong>Saramar<br /><br /></span></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Imagem: F. W. Benson</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932982498790432?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-72017919490827943452007-05-20T01:02:00.000-03:002007-05-19T10:32:07.311-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rk773MrZISI/AAAAAAAAA38/IcPFK9XPrTo/s1600-h/Edvard+Munch-manha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066263556552991010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rk773MrZISI/AAAAAAAAA38/IcPFK9XPrTo/s400/Edvard+Munch-manha.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;">Manhã.<br />Expulso a tristeza<br />ela sempre volta<br />pisando nos rastos<br />que você deixou.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;">Saramar<br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#996633;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;">Imagem: Munch</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-7201791949082794345?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169334052755697802007-05-14T19:00:00.000-03:002007-05-14T08:00:03.625-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RkhAtjPf4UI/AAAAAAAAA1U/4JmeuX0y_40/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064368932276658498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RkhAtjPf4UI/AAAAAAAAA1U/4JmeuX0y_40/s400/lagrima.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Cozinho o verso</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>em fogo lento</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>tostam-se </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>meus olhos.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933405275569780?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169334855968295992007-05-06T19:13:00.000-03:002007-05-06T10:13:16.742-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rj3TAjPf4GI/AAAAAAAAAzk/93P5GPOa_9Y/s1600-h/insônia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061433562648010850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rj3TAjPf4GI/AAAAAAAAAzk/93P5GPOa_9Y/s400/ins%C3%B4nia.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Uma vontade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Um livro.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">E a saudade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">acesa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">sob o lençol.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">A noite é maior</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">que meu sono e</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">amanheço</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">antes do sol.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933485596829599?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169330900279990702007-05-02T18:07:00.000-03:002007-05-02T09:16:48.438-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rjh_6jPf38I/AAAAAAAAAyU/gQUOFFSQYn0/s1600-h/Rodin.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059934825220136898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rjh_6jPf38I/AAAAAAAAAyU/gQUOFFSQYn0/s400/Rodin.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>asas frágeis<br />vôo malogrado.<br />ainda assim,<br />desfilo meu amor<br />em passo de dança,<br />alado.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /><br /></span></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Rodin</span> </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933090027999070?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169332399392769672007-04-29T18:31:00.000-03:002007-04-29T19:40:54.392-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RjUdhDPf33I/AAAAAAAAAxs/UtTebZcxZQE/s1600-h/madrugada_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058982210063818610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RjUdhDPf33I/AAAAAAAAAxs/UtTebZcxZQE/s400/madrugada_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Era um fio,<br />uma angústia.<br />amarrou-me<br />em volteios<br />de apaixonado.<br /><br /><br />Fio sem nó.<br /><br />Enquanto eu,<br />bicho de seda<br />só.<br /></span></strong>Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933239939276967?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-45122090259152372792007-04-26T00:41:00.000-03:002007-04-26T01:03:11.391-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RjAhmDPf3uI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Q15_GHU_1ig/s1600-h/Robert+Duval.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057579319126122210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RjAhmDPf3uI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Q15_GHU_1ig/s320/Robert+Duval.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">Basta você</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">e o mundo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">desembesta</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">dentro de mim.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">portas abertas</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">todas </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">as frestas</span></strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">folia sem fim</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#ff9966;">Saramar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;">Imagem: Robert Duval</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-4512209025915237279?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-8395987070863402162007-04-23T08:13:00.000-03:002007-04-23T08:54:40.477-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RiyccIXqqrI/AAAAAAAAAus/RePxESrNjQw/s1600-h/womanag1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056588488727243442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RiyccIXqqrI/AAAAAAAAAus/RePxESrNjQw/s320/womanag1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>Não quero amor</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>arrumadinho</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>busco a vertigem</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>o canto escuro</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>a voz rouca</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>e gritos incontornáveis.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>quero fazer do seu corpo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>o caminho para o meu</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>e, quem sabe, depois</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>a sede, a chuva</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>e o sal dos suores</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"><strong>que colhemos em nós.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-839598707086340216?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169329886521426232007-04-17T17:50:00.000-03:002007-04-17T16:05:27.664-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RiUZyjKqG3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/zSLpt0Bc4K0/s1600-h/Cherikov1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054474513017346930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RiUZyjKqG3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/zSLpt0Bc4K0/s400/Cherikov1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>Lumes nos seios</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>mãos invisíveis em vãos.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>Reluzente dor a meio<br />e por dentro</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>arde.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">Saramar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><p><span style="color:#996633;"></span></p><span style="color:#996633;">Imagem: Cherikov</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932988652142623?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-28860131364252234252007-04-15T10:55:00.000-03:002007-04-15T18:29:35.673-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RiIyPDKqGvI/AAAAAAAAArk/hhNAWXm79R4/s1600-h/folha+Stacy+Gold.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053656965992553202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RiIyPDKqGvI/AAAAAAAAArk/hhNAWXm79R4/s400/folha+Stacy+Gold.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Folhas cansadas<br />despedem-se da vida </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;">amarelecer.</span><br /></span></strong><p></p><span style="color:#cc9933;">Saramar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><p><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></p><span style="color:#cc9933;">Imagem: Stacy Gold</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-2886013136425223425?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-31532966640357387642007-04-12T17:19:00.000-03:002007-04-12T17:33:28.769-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rh6VnDKqGqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/oc2xn6_5tcg/s1600-h/Schiele_S24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052640330053720738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rh6VnDKqGqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/oc2xn6_5tcg/s320/Schiele_S24.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>Naquele dia,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>não houve sinos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>nem sons de anjos,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>apenas a serena certeza</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>de que seria sua.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;">Saramar </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;">Imagem: Egon Schiller</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-3153296664035738764?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169333940852424942007-04-07T18:58:00.000-03:002007-04-07T12:07:37.546-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rhey0-O0RlI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ZCUiebxhoOk/s1600-h/Ausencia+Joani.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050702130247386706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rhey0-O0RlI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ZCUiebxhoOk/s400/Ausencia+Joani.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>Sua ausência</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>salta sobre mim</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>fantasma.</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Saramar</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Joani</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933394085242494?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169334437303961952007-04-01T19:06:00.000-03:002007-04-01T12:39:21.127-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rg_QnFzptBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/R2Z6j1bRZdU/s1600-h/Matisse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048483077297910802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rg_QnFzptBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/R2Z6j1bRZdU/s400/Matisse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lassa,<br />apago<br />a luz<br />despeço-me<br />do seu<br />corpo<br />como se<br />não fora.<br />Ah, como<br />o amor<br />demora!<br /></span>Saramar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><p></p>Imagem: Matisse</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933443730396195?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169330164282509242007-03-28T09:00:00.000-03:002007-03-28T09:00:07.253-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RgpYg1zpswI/AAAAAAAAAlw/JsMTgYeVKYk/s1600-h/ChuvaEmMimByGustavoCosta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046943653644841730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RgpYg1zpswI/AAAAAAAAAlw/JsMTgYeVKYk/s320/ChuvaEmMimByGustavoCosta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:130%;">desenhos<br />dunas<br />maresia<br />neste meu rosto.<br /></span>Saramar<br /></span></span><p></p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Imagem: Gustavo Costa </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933016428250924?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-38440270111598223382007-03-19T10:23:00.000-03:002007-03-23T12:38:28.553-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RgPy-_K9QcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SVXin_ixw1k/s1600-h/blue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045143171508289986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RgPy-_K9QcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SVXin_ixw1k/s400/blue.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Borboletas vão<br />Sob o frio da tarde<br />aladas flores.</strong><br />Saramar</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-3844027011159822338?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169334749637275232007-03-18T19:11:00.000-03:002007-03-18T11:13:15.922-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rf1HNrMM-kI/AAAAAAAAAho/AasJhvGM30A/s1600-h/Cherikov.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043265457982601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rf1HNrMM-kI/AAAAAAAAAho/AasJhvGM30A/s400/Cherikov.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>Líquida,</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">sua luz</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">colore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">meus olhos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">lânguidos.</span><br /><br /></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Saramar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Imagem: Cherikov</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933474963727523?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-36766404776890745232007-03-15T21:16:00.000-03:002007-03-15T22:21:10.293-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RfnwkZBkscI/AAAAAAAAAgs/0ki98gaoDgQ/s1600-h/Luis+Ventura.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042325765801423298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RfnwkZBkscI/AAAAAAAAAgs/0ki98gaoDgQ/s400/Luis+Ventura.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><strong>No céu brilhante</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><strong>nuvens abrem clareiras</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><strong>o sol vai passar.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;">Saramar</span></div><div><p><span style="color:#996633;"></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;">Imagem: Luis Ventura</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-3676640477689074523?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1166633143586912732007-03-14T07:58:00.000-03:002007-03-14T08:00:41.526-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RffUx5BksRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dxJ3oQ4vZIk/s1600-h/female+Alfred+Gockel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041732261450658066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RffUx5BksRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dxJ3oQ4vZIk/s400/female+Alfred+Gockel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><strong>Ternura insatisfeita.<br />Carinho morto antes de<br />se manifestar.<br />Palavras encarceradas<br />na solidão.<br />Melancólica saudade do<br />que não existiu </strong></span></div><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>nem existirá.<br />Dores incógnitas<br />desenhando marcas<br />em um corpo estéril.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Saramar</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"></span></p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">Imagem: Alfred Gockel</span></span><span style="color:#996633;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116663314358691273?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169330963698681102007-03-12T18:08:00.000-03:002007-03-12T09:04:52.299-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RfU69pBksMI/AAAAAAAAAes/3HqIxfh8_Jg/s1600-h/S.+G.+Rose.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041000188570022082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RfU69pBksMI/AAAAAAAAAes/3HqIxfh8_Jg/s400/S.+G.+Rose.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Vem e, amante,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>perfuma meu corpo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>com teu hálito de mar.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>vem e me embriaga</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>com o som do teu beijo.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>sou cereja, e para ti,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>serei pétala e suavidades.<br />vem e me cobre</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>com a luz do teu desejo.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Saramar</span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Imagem: S.G. Rose</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933096369868110?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-20159366485629534542007-03-11T04:21:00.000-03:002007-03-10T23:48:36.789-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RfNtNpBksII/AAAAAAAAAeM/lT7Ka-DWzIk/s1600-h/velada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040492489075896450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RfNtNpBksII/AAAAAAAAAeM/lT7Ka-DWzIk/s400/velada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>Condenada, sem perdão,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>apagam-se todas as palavras.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>Morta.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>Nenhuma lembrança.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>Nada.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-2015936648562953454?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169331284149034902007-03-05T19:09:00.000-03:002007-03-10T23:50:10.519-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rey-MVrCCzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wfQfamvMaHM/s1600-h/fire+William+Neill.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038611202306083634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rey-MVrCCzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wfQfamvMaHM/s400/fire+William+Neill.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>À beira do fogão,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>fogo a me consumir</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>versos talvez caiam</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>nestas chamas e</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>se arranjem em fogo vivo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>dançando ao se abrir</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>qual ostras</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>e se diluam</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>em delícias</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>de outras bocas.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Saramar</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><p align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Imagem: Willian Neill</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933128414903490?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-47211084334410128712007-03-03T22:11:00.000-03:002007-03-03T22:28:35.938-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReogmKeQIoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mitumfypons/s1600-h/red+moon.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037874973185680002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReogmKeQIoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mitumfypons/s320/red+moon.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Recatada lua</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">vermelha, atrás do sol</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">eclipsou-se.</span></strong></div><br /><div>Saramar</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-4721108433441012871?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169330298742665222007-03-02T18:57:00.000-03:002007-03-02T12:28:36.127-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RehArqeQIbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YmsMMLFYx-A/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037347302093627826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RehArqeQIbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YmsMMLFYx-A/s400/beijo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">O</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> sol estorricando flores lá fora.<br />Pássaros atentos ao nada, nos muros.<br />Aqui dentro, o calor entontece meus olhos.<br />Não vejo nada, ardendo que vivo<br />No entreato dos meus desejos e dos seus.<br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933029874266522?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169330048358310122007-02-28T18:53:00.000-03:002007-02-28T20:37:21.040-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReYROrmcG7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/UuzlZSlbVBQ/s1600-h/chuva+Judith+Tomaz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036732177180269490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReYROrmcG7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/UuzlZSlbVBQ/s320/chuva+Judith+Tomaz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReYRDrmcG6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/I03tgZjTiaM/s1600-h/chuva+Judith+Tomaz.jpg"></a><div></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Ravel<br />Chuva lá fora<br />Beijos em surdina.<br />A vida às vezes<br />é sinfonia.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /><br /><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#999900;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Judite Tomaz</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933004835831012?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169330738225617902007-02-27T02:39:00.000-03:002007-02-27T13:40:04.056-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RePDUk3ju9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/LcTqHruW4gQ/s1600-h/Joe+Mullally.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036083566591851474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RePDUk3ju9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/LcTqHruW4gQ/s320/Joe+Mullally.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Danço em ti,<br />teias que traço<br />e laço.<br />Seda e cor.<br />Será dor ou acinte<br />me tornar tua<br />sempre e antes?<br /></strong></span>Saramar</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><p><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Imagem: Joe Mullally</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933073822561790?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169329090925180192007-02-25T18:30:00.000-03:002007-02-25T14:44:25.369-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReHHGk3ju0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/RZ5ArON83gY/s1600-h/Daeni+Pino.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035524774166772546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReHHGk3ju0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/RZ5ArON83gY/s320/Daeni+Pino.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>À noite,<br />papel em branco,<br />mente em pranto,<br />verto palavras.<br />À noite,<br />lua e nada.<br />Solidão.<br />À noite,<br />maçãs e lápis,<br />Lágrimas.<br />À noite.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></div></span><p align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">Imagem: Dani Pino</span></span></div><span style="color:#666600;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932909092518019?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169331988682266242007-02-24T10:50:00.000-02:002007-02-24T10:54:54.508-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReA0FE3juwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/k2LSUIdKu3g/s1600-h/Haruyo+Morita.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035081645210974978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/ReA0FE3juwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/k2LSUIdKu3g/s320/Haruyo+Morita.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>minha fome<br />é de asas<br />se me alimentas,<br />parto,<br />livres os pés<br />solto o abraço<br />solta do teu braço.<br /></strong></span>Saramar<br /><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#996633;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Haruyo Morita</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933198868226624?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169330837627949582007-02-21T20:06:00.000-02:002007-02-21T13:11:05.082-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rdxfx03jugI/AAAAAAAAASg/KLbJJ550tkQ/s1600-h/amar.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034003793103272450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/Rdxfx03jugI/AAAAAAAAASg/KLbJJ550tkQ/s320/amar.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Cansei de amores</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Cansei de laços</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Deixo-os e passo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>ao largo das dores.<br />Deixo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>portas abertas,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>flores nos vasos.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Os amores,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>Liberto-os</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong>leves e lassos.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Saramar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933083762794958?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1165459950163476972007-02-16T10:35:00.000-02:002007-02-16T12:34:09.568-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdW9TXOz6VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cf_ttJ5QYCE/s1600-h/Jacqueline+Klein.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032136299007699282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdW9TXOz6VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cf_ttJ5QYCE/s320/Jacqueline+Klein.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"><strong>A esperança surge colorida.<br />Os olhos emprestam<br />sorrisos a minha boca.<br />Anjos e sátiros, mãos dadas,<br />brincam em meu corpo.<br />Uma festa, onde o medo,<br />procura entrar<br />inutilmente</strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Saramar</span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">Imagem: Jackeline Klein</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116545995016347697?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169328868743942402007-02-15T12:33:00.000-02:002007-02-16T12:37:19.022-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdSYhnOz6MI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S7WSB5nkAsU/s1600-h/Rio_Parahyba_by_RedLine_br.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031814386913896642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdSYhnOz6MI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S7WSB5nkAsU/s320/Rio_Parahyba_by_RedLine_br.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Meu amor,<br />o sol me acordou gritando ali na janela.<br />e as sombras do meu leito vazio<br />nem perceberam.<br />Em represália, vesti-me de Miró<br />e fui em busca da luz do seu riso.<br />Agora, não há cores nem luz.<br />O importuno se vai<br />e de você, nem um risco.<br />Saramar<br /></span><p></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><strong>Imagem: David FN</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932886874394240?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169330105388866992007-02-09T19:54:00.000-02:002007-02-15T17:12:12.002-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdSwZHOz6PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2H38pCoue0g/s1600-h/Jean-Jacques+Henner.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031840629164075250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdSwZHOz6PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2H38pCoue0g/s320/Jean-Jacques+Henner.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>na folha branca e nua<br />deixo a pele e a alma e<br />desnuda, escondo-me<br />em versos brancos,<br />negros pela dor<br />que carregam.<br /></strong>Saramar</span></span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#663333;"></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;">Imagem: Jean-Jacques Henner</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933010538886699?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169334803428917092007-02-08T21:12:00.000-02:002007-02-15T17:52:38.924-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdS5eHOz6QI/AAAAAAAAARA/qU4Q4UuMe0c/s1600-h/Lalique-Danseuse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031850610668071170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdS5eHOz6QI/AAAAAAAAARA/qU4Q4UuMe0c/s320/Lalique-Danseuse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sem<br />seu<br />amor,<br />sou<br />andor.<br />oscilo<br />de<br />dor<br />em<br />dor<br />Saramar<br /></strong></span><p></p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem: Lalique</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116933480342891709?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37858970.post-1169329942669253152007-02-03T19:51:00.000-02:002007-02-15T18:39:23.231-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdTEYHOz6RI/AAAAAAAAARM/qGnhck-i-tM/s1600-h/Franz+Heigl.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031862602216761618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIb0MX4kGQQ/RdTEYHOz6RI/AAAAAAAAARM/qGnhck-i-tM/s320/Franz+Heigl.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Traço o risco.<br />Seu corpo envolto<br />em meus lábios.<br />Presa em seu<br />bordado,<br />arrisco o salto.<br />E vai e vem<br />e vou e venho<br />trança, tranço<br />o laço.<br /></strong>Saramar</span></span></div><br /><p><span style="color:#006600;"></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Imagem: Franz Heigl</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37858970-116932994266925315?l=eufeminismos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saramarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13819273331071129441noreply@blogger.com2