tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51489196684257320392011-07-07T15:49:33.482-07:00Monalisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08050452303253137096noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148919668425732039.post-28549058387773620322010-09-06T15:51:00.001-07:002010-09-06T15:52:59.245-07:00É... eu nunca mais postei...<br />como ando enviando o que escrevo para concursos literários (e eles precisam ser inéditos)... resolvi não mais publicar nada aqui...<br /><br />Hoje senti saudades de escrever aqui... hoje senti saudades de muitas coisas...<br />mas tem coisas e pessoas que se vão pra não voltar mais... e essa é a vida....<br /><br />Vou me acostumar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148919668425732039-2854905838777362032?l=filosofiadepijama.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monalisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08050452303253137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148919668425732039.post-52687340481865311492009-06-10T17:30:00.000-07:002009-06-10T17:34:04.365-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Brisa leve</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >toca o rosto</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >carícia suave</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >felicidade instantânea.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >“A tormenta! Corra!” – gritam eles.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Brisa... virando ventania</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >toca o corpo todo</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >bagunça o tato</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >aguça os sentidos</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >prazer transtornado.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >“Busquem abrigo!” – continuam gritando.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Ela caminha pela rua – já ficando deserta</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >cabelos esvoaçando</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >“Olha a louca!” – é o que dizem agora.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Ela não ouve</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >segue serena...</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Todos se escondem...</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Ela abre os braços.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >O vento a leva.</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Ela voa.</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Monalisa</span></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Esta poesia acaba de ser publicada no livro "Cotidiano Urbano", juntamente com outros contos e poesias do 2º Prêmio Literário Sérgio Farina, da cidade de São Leopoldo, na página 111.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148919668425732039-5268734048186531149?l=filosofiadepijama.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monalisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08050452303253137096noreply@blogger.com1