tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32333838998899618992024-02-19T04:08:04.091+00:00pin (artes)pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-88472953949326745702011-04-29T10:27:00.002+01:002011-04-29T10:27:58.065+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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haverá vida após morte violenta?pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-63233405654889592742011-04-11T18:33:00.000+01:002011-04-11T18:33:28.187+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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pedido:<br />sente-me o pulso a cada encontro<br />para acalmar nos desencontros.pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-14436849831183376352011-03-21T15:58:00.002+00:002011-03-21T15:58:49.640+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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hoje, os meus lábios sorriem-te uma vez mais!pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-64414974342926046642011-03-11T19:06:00.001+00:002011-03-11T19:12:03.503+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...<br />
arrepia o apículo do pêlo<br />
(<a href="http://pin-gente.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_11.html">aqui</a>)<br />
...pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-89491340374551425902011-03-08T09:52:00.000+00:002011-03-08T09:52:41.863+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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podes abrir-te... quero apenas olhar-te!pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-62321356982647005742011-03-06T19:56:00.000+00:002011-03-06T19:56:42.007+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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cantar-te-ei em cada leito onde me deite...<br />
(<a href="http://pin-gente.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_06.html">aqui</a>)pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-68386416116984961422011-03-01T14:21:00.000+00:002011-03-01T14:21:26.583+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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de esperanças... a vida nascepin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-22340802439916835292011-02-25T14:00:00.000+00:002011-02-25T14:00:27.138+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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quão subtil pode ser o espinho que sinto cravar-se...<br />
<a href="http://pin-gente.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_25.html">(aqui)</a><br />
<br />pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-53340044595593359142011-02-20T18:54:00.000+00:002011-02-20T18:54:43.333+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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não te enfrentei!</div>
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quis aproximar-me,</div>
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olhar os teus olhos</div>
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...</div>pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-54958313523115323282011-02-17T17:38:00.000+00:002011-02-17T17:38:26.631+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...<br />
e ela permanece-te ao ouvido.<br />
sussurra-te poemas aéreos mergulhados na corrente<br />
...<br />
<br />pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-13497722097457283232011-02-14T18:59:00.000+00:002011-02-14T18:59:30.649+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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fiz um vestido tão transparente como o sopro do vento,<br />
o que me ofereceu estas folhas poema.<br />
...<br />
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...<br />
flores, rigorosamente simétricas<br />
...<br />
<a href="http://pin-gente.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_11.html">(aqui)</a>pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-46315948446257391832011-02-10T23:25:00.000+00:002011-02-10T23:25:10.109+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...<br />
e a flor cresce sem dar fruto,<br />
apenas porque o seu ventre não é carnoso<br />
...<br />
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...<br />
penso em ti como se algo muito forte nos unisse.<br />
...pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-10033953512369131652011-02-03T21:00:00.002+00:002011-02-03T21:02:45.237+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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se, sem pudor, a minha boca o teu beijo rouba,<br />
desejarás pedir que to devolva.pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-51539496021192184432011-01-28T18:26:00.000+00:002011-01-28T18:26:28.439+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...<br />
e lemo-nos como mapas desnorteados<br />
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<!--[endif]-->pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-252167503770624802011-01-24T17:36:00.000+00:002011-01-24T17:36:16.215+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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as flores como promessa,<br />
o passado que não se fez futuro.<br />
...pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-82667388149537422062010-12-31T14:54:00.000+00:002010-12-31T14:54:36.857+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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mascando no beijo o ópio da saliva<br />
e assim nos teus braços moribundos me deixei ficar<br />
...<br />
<a href="http://pin-gente.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_31.html">(aqui)</a>pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-64607855032411312972010-10-12T18:46:00.002+01:002010-10-18T15:26:26.670+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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é noite, amado meu, faz-se silêncio,<br />
quietude que sussurra liberdade.<br />
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<br />pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-29642121524501267722010-09-21T14:09:00.000+01:002010-09-21T14:09:02.518+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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quando acaba o passado e abandonas o leito onde me deito? é tempo de adormecer sem lágrimas.<br />
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<br />pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-61547704797474337932010-09-13T23:45:00.001+01:002010-09-13T23:46:30.058+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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esta ofereço-lha, senhor,... pois não tem preço a minha flor!pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-67647659604649754712010-09-07T18:39:00.000+01:002010-09-07T18:39:41.142+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a cada desencontro desfolho uma pétala da prometida florpin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-46689983996932009582010-09-02T23:23:00.001+01:002010-09-02T23:23:15.745+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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se um manto de paixão me invadir, como o teu corpo um dia fez, serei a mais rubra das fêmeas e do teu azul me vestirei.pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-28325535622361055162010-07-07T23:56:00.000+01:002010-07-07T23:56:55.992+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwTgn2raMm1OiJvIX-pPYDmAuqPTR8hkw358CrmFi0ImA17-M0OjtQd3SkiC88jP07sPGAPwxbi91yiMQpYKvnI74J7VNLFRqT0kUqXjVD7TQN0hOqovKLnHx1y5vcjg4n5TxuVYmaQRM/s1600/IMG_9524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwTgn2raMm1OiJvIX-pPYDmAuqPTR8hkw358CrmFi0ImA17-M0OjtQd3SkiC88jP07sPGAPwxbi91yiMQpYKvnI74J7VNLFRqT0kUqXjVD7TQN0hOqovKLnHx1y5vcjg4n5TxuVYmaQRM/s400/IMG_9524.jpg" width="400" /></a>quão duro foi esboçar um sorriso. aqueceu-o o sol entre duas lágrimas... entre uma maré e a seguinte.</div>pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233383899889961899.post-63506309823604348442010-06-23T00:45:00.000+01:002010-06-23T00:45:45.784+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vqk_cKy6jtmc78snoLws9tiDn0JW6WU3c8CGTcVeVObDcER7VdOJmQAO4qpQ-3HuumYh7AG_fbmnZ2SJBJF_KGiS7RSf5U4xiy8GgRwoJgJ1SxDJj8IcsH6tv-qEWI7WPfNtR3nK6N0/s1600/pin_artes49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vqk_cKy6jtmc78snoLws9tiDn0JW6WU3c8CGTcVeVObDcER7VdOJmQAO4qpQ-3HuumYh7AG_fbmnZ2SJBJF_KGiS7RSf5U4xiy8GgRwoJgJ1SxDJj8IcsH6tv-qEWI7WPfNtR3nK6N0/s400/pin_artes49.jpg" width="400" /></a>enquanto as sombras se podem contar, desatento-me no baloiçar dos fios dos teus cabelos. a hora é de sesta, e eu não durmo! velo o teu segundo corpo no fresco daquela pedra. nela me deitaste um dia. vejo-te agora adormecido sobre mim.</div>pin gentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12818973383142132478noreply@blogger.com2