tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272418062024-02-28T08:32:49.061-03:00vs. eue por falar em... hein?Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.comBlogger1882125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-79962718118192851392023-05-22T17:38:00.002-03:002023-05-22T17:38:18.075-03:00Um textículozinho: "ia"<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"> robôs pintam e bordam<br />enquanto<br />homens trabalham</span></span><br /><br />*da série <i>haicaos</i></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-89726817983691416802023-04-13T23:27:00.006-03:002023-04-13T23:35:57.445-03:00Resenha: “Primeiro Livro de Poesia - Uma introdução aos poetas de Moçambique”, org. Pedro Pereira Lopes (Poesia)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQV4E6rssE5yehiGEua-R2q65pe_2IYW4mTBYDtZ3j0FFIE-L0q9C7Aa2sT_NeA3V0YxQRaar-dfTwZHWiqBzMdhAoI2UYpaoRj-nQ65lY6AZlfhF16Qj0wn19o4PZP6ibA8ldy5A3Xw6NyRLAnJ5GWw8il_Yf8cM15Ls2_YdoeWJXF2-Mg/s800/Primeiro-Livro-de-Poesia_capa.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQV4E6rssE5yehiGEua-R2q65pe_2IYW4mTBYDtZ3j0FFIE-L0q9C7Aa2sT_NeA3V0YxQRaar-dfTwZHWiqBzMdhAoI2UYpaoRj-nQ65lY6AZlfhF16Qj0wn19o4PZP6ibA8ldy5A3Xw6NyRLAnJ5GWw8il_Yf8cM15Ls2_YdoeWJXF2-Mg/s320/Primeiro-Livro-de-Poesia_capa.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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poetas de Moçambique” - Pedro Pereira Lopes (org.) <br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;">Antologias literárias são sempre discutíveis, em
geral por dois motivos óbvios e complementares: primeiro por ser uma tentativa
de escolha objetiva de um ou vários sujeitos. Segundo: por mais que se
esforcem, os indivíduos nunca são objetivos, trazem em si essa contradição
humana, apropriar-se de fragmentos de saberes que serão uma marca única e
indelével. Essa condição os impele pra frente, pro lado, acima e, outras vezes,
para trás ou abaixo, em processos sempre mutantes e nunca finalizados.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;">“Primeiro livro de poesia - Uma introdução aos
poetas de Moçambique”, antologia organizada pelo escritor e editor Pedro
Pereira Lopes, trabalha essa dicotomia com um voo panorâmico sobre a poesia
produzida em Moçambique desde os tempos coloniais até hoje. Editado pela Escola
Portuguesa de Moçambique – Centro de Ensino e Língua Portuguesa (EPM-CELP), o
livro é pequeno mas possuidor de uma fartura de nomes representativos da poesia
do país lusófono encravado na costa leste africana. Constituído por 60 páginas
bem sortidas, o livro de Lopes cumpre com méritos o que se propõe: visibilizar
poetas locais que despertam, encantam e arregimentam leitores (e por que não
dizer futuros poetas?) para a literatura moçambicana. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">aproximar
os ouvidos à terra / ouvir a folha / como criança / riscar o chão com a dúvida
/ é o que procuro no relógio</span></i><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;"> (“Ouvir a folha”, Nelson Lineu)</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;">Com introdução da escritora e editora Teresa
Noronha e prefácio de Alberto da Barca, a obra parece optar por nomes que
exprimem a diversidade da produção poética moçambicana. Além de Lineu, Angelina
Neves, Calane da Silva, Eduardo White, Glória de Sant’Anna, José Craveirinha,
Luís Carlos Patraquim, Mia Couto, Mutimati Barnabé João, Noémia de Sousa, Rui
de Noronha, Rui Nogar, Sónia Sultuane e Tânia Tomé, são alguns dos nomes
contemplados pela pesquisa de Lopes. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Ninguém /
oferece flores // A flor, / em sua fugaz existência, / já é oferenda. //
Talvez, alguém, / de amor, / se ofereça em flor. // Mas só a semente / oferece
flores.</span></i><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;">
(“Flores”, Mia Couto)</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;">Como pode ser observado, a seleção para esta
coletânea contempla nomes conhecidos mundialmente, como Mia. No Brasil, que tem
se tornado um espaço de trocas com a literatura de Moçambique, outros nomes já
estão sendo publicados, ainda que de forma irregular. Neste panteão, podemos
citar Angelina Neves, Sónia Sultuane e o próprio organizador, Pedro Pereira
Lopes, que estão em alguns circuitos alternativos em terras tupiniquins. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Hoje vi
uma borboleta pequena, / que escrevia no ar uma grande pauta musical, / maior
do que ela, ela insistia, insistia / em chamar minha atenção, / ajoelhei-me
para escutá-la, chorei de emoção / ela disse-me, / diz à tua mãe, / que no seu
colo, / quando ela te embalava, / ouviste a música mais bela do seu coração.</span></i><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;"> (“Colo da minha mãe”,
Sónia Sultuane)</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 115%;">Com um trabalho de ilustração sutil da artista
visual portuguesa Filipa Pontes, amalgamado à textura poética da obra,
“Primeiro Livro de Poesia - Uma introdução aos poetas de Moçambique” figura
como trabalho que pode 9e deve) ser editado no Brasil em um futuro próximo. Os
textos revelados na coletânea mostram uma pluralidade de vozes selecionadas com
rigor (a meu ver, com a objetividade discorrida no primeiro parágrafo). A
expectativa para o público brasileiro é a de que a partir de agora tenhamos um
leme seguro para navegar nos mares poéticos do país-irmão, e com ele uma
bonança nesse mar de trocas e aprendizados.<span>
</span></span></span></p>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Nenhuma descrição de foto disponível." class="x1bwycvy x193iq5w x4fas0m x19kjcj4" data-visualcompletion="media-vc-image" src="https://scontent.fgru19-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.6435-9/61505922_2558837694179989_6637507957489664000_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=0debeb&_nc_eui2=AeH-lv3R4bY5LwlR_JFqZtTSy96CQNjMxk_L3oJA2MzGT_mXzZMb-sXRtOtEBv91wWw&_nc_ohc=_oHntXgM2hwAX-uDekB&_nc_ht=scontent.fgru19-1.fna&oh=00_AfC5vIB9pjB62GJaSejYHzUI_sf3vEY73_PyhRtLS2TfRQ&oe=646014C8" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr><tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption">Pedro Pereira Lopes, organizador, em São Paulo, 2019 (foto: Facebook/PPL)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""Arial", "sans-serif"" style="line-height: 115%;"><i>Serviço:</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""Arial", "sans-serif"" style="line-height: 115%;">Livro: <i>“Primeiro
Livro de Poesia - Uma introdução aos poetas de Moçambique”</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""Arial", "sans-serif"" style="line-height: 115%;">Organizador:<i>
Pedro Pereira Lopes</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""Arial", "sans-serif"" style="line-height: 115%;">Ilustrações: <i>Filipa
Pontes</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""Arial", "sans-serif"" style="line-height: 115%;">Introdução: <i>Teresa
Noronha</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""Arial", "sans-serif"" style="line-height: 115%;">Prefácio: <i>Alberto
de Barca</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""Arial", "sans-serif"" style="line-height: 115%;">Ed. Escola Portuguesa de Moçambique-CELP (2022)</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""Arial", "sans-serif"" style="line-height: 115%;">60 pág. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 28.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.4pt;"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;">#poesia #moçambique #pedropereiralopes #poesiamoçambicana #antologia <br /></span></p><br /><p></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-71890568272523094642023-03-29T14:05:00.002-03:002023-03-29T14:05:58.572-03:00Um textículo: "do estado de tudo"<p> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">fogo é beijo que consome<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">água é abraço que engole<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">ar é mar que nos respira</span></span><br /><br />da série <i>haicaos</i><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-88250214436549071112023-01-04T21:59:00.004-03:002023-01-04T21:59:29.563-03:00Pelé<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFDqQEhLHFsW45LWPVM9q_Tn1-CFBIQ9mGT7Owuo8NhOZsTjwF-gTOkwLzTfRgE8a0Rm73krMb5y7v97xoSiDV4pNo_t-nChWFNDvr1S80Tzi3qzj6fpFIdjzhhJbeOs2jEsfJ5OWG7q1oW_cMNqHBxXSsLDUg1Mb1BIJVG8edRprsBrGS5Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFDqQEhLHFsW45LWPVM9q_Tn1-CFBIQ9mGT7Owuo8NhOZsTjwF-gTOkwLzTfRgE8a0Rm73krMb5y7v97xoSiDV4pNo_t-nChWFNDvr1S80Tzi3qzj6fpFIdjzhhJbeOs2jEsfJ5OWG7q1oW_cMNqHBxXSsLDUg1Mb1BIJVG8edRprsBrGS5Q" width="192" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">tudo o que a gente não entendia</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">pelé compreendia</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">tudo o que a gente não dizia</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">pelé falava</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">tudo aquilo que a gente só se gabava</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">pelé jogava</span></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-32078964009436416072022-12-09T23:58:00.006-03:002022-12-09T23:58:57.288-03:00haiquase - 148<p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">no domingo me atraso</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">na semana, ultra</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">passo</span></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-10598851471534279312022-12-07T09:56:00.006-03:002022-12-07T09:56:56.571-03:00Um textículo: "da natureza"<p> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">é da natureza ser complexa e simples<br />é da natureza ter a elegância de furacões<br />a força dos mares<br />e o ritmo do ar <br />é da natureza os acidentes geográficos<br />ser indomável e calma<br />abstrata e rígida<br /><br />é da natureza exercer a antidiplomacia<br />entre a carne e o espírito<br />ser parte do todo<br />e o todo de toda parte<br />é da natureza ter e não ver<br />sorrir, servir e ser<br />viver pra morrer eternamente<br />morrer pra nascer<br />nascer pra viver<br />e ter na mente<br />esse medo tão presente</span></span><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-74454683521404794422022-12-02T14:36:00.001-03:002022-12-02T14:36:19.136-03:00Um texticulozinho: "a partida"<p> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Se apaixonou por uma jogadora de futebol. Ela desempatou. Cobrando pênalti.</span></span> <br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-81002873558605391132022-12-01T09:13:00.004-03:002022-12-01T09:13:43.555-03:00Um textículo: "às cegas"<p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">- Você viu meus óculos?<br />- Oi?<br />- Perguntei se você viu meus óculos.<br />- Não tô ouvindo você direito. espera que vou desligar o chuveiro. Pronto. Fala...<br />- Perguntei se você não viu meus óculos.<br />- Ôxi, você não está segurando ele aí na sua mão?<br />- Eita. É verdade. Desculpe incomodar. Pode voltar pro seu banho.<br />- Tá! Já vou, mas... pra que você está segurando o celular com a lanterna acesa?<br />- É pra ver se encontrava os óculos.<br />- Agora já encontrou.<br />- É verdade. Agora tenho que achar o celular.</span></span><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-2470239867010470142022-11-30T13:41:00.000-03:002022-11-30T13:41:09.556-03:00Um textículo: "civis"<p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">primeiro<br />disse que eu nada entendia de mulheres<br />depois<br />reclamou que eu não manjava nadica de cromaterapia<br />por último<br />falou que eu nada sabia da receita de tapioca<br />perguntei<br />e você, só compreende isso?<br />e nos calamos</span></span></p><p> <br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-82550078560736877292022-11-29T16:57:00.002-03:002023-04-22T16:55:19.895-03:00Um textículo: "terceiro ser"<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">o meu querer</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">quer tanto você</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">que até se confunde </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e só eu sei</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">que aqui dentro uma coisa remói</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e se reconstrói</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e funde esse ser a</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">outro mesmo querer</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">apocalipse de razões</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">sentimentos, sensações</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">asas e outras tontas, tantas e falsas concepções</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">de um desejo que dói</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e remói sem moer</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e dói sem doer</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">preservando esse ser,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">que sou eu, que é você</span><br /></div> Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-35710416015952547612022-11-23T08:43:00.003-03:002022-11-23T08:43:21.851-03:00Um textículo: "ruarrumo"<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOjb7PVVZ4wS_8YED7snbz4u67Q8ScSAHN9XU1V7MuqYP5vayp3x1TxiBTGs0ImVXqJh_RNWwKe9DystX5ut3HiTaaY0RRwM1sjX3e3tzxWdaZiH2R02h0UBHRYnRYz3bov3FQFStCVlKtyYWlLJ9ef3IN5ZIKzw-TmRbvXaoF7vHftvu23Q/s2048/23demaio_out_22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOjb7PVVZ4wS_8YED7snbz4u67Q8ScSAHN9XU1V7MuqYP5vayp3x1TxiBTGs0ImVXqJh_RNWwKe9DystX5ut3HiTaaY0RRwM1sjX3e3tzxWdaZiH2R02h0UBHRYnRYz3bov3FQFStCVlKtyYWlLJ9ef3IN5ZIKzw-TmRbvXaoF7vHftvu23Q/s320/23demaio_out_22.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Av. 23 de Maio, SP (foto: EF, outubro/22)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">a rua permanece lá fora.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">acabou: entrada do terminal que</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">por muitos caminhos, leva a um lugar.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">era lá que queria chegar. </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">agora não mais rodas</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">só as da mala, pequenas, sendo puxadas.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">agora só passos, passadas em direção de.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">quase labirinto: ruelas, alamedas, vielas</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">paredes frias, escadas requentadas com o tira e põe dos pés.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">um sorriso, um aceno, o frio na barriga.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">um abraço sem jeito sob as vistas da multidão</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que nem olhava. um abraço. perdido?</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">não, era para ser assim.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">o táxi: novamente a rua: suja, mal cuidada, arborizada</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">lisa, reta, limpa.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">postes, placas, casas, prédios, tudo espalhado.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">hotel sem vaga, um hospital na largura da avenida</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">na padaria a vidraça verde do edifício em frente chama a atenção.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">ruas íngremes e estreitas comportam os ônibus sanfonados</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">enguias movida a fósseis,</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">carros à frente, atrás, estacionados, parados, apressados.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">o coração? disparado.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">o fim de outra rua onde tantas outras desembocam.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">um guichê, um elevador, uma porta a ser aberta.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">outra rua se inicia: a que dá para o céu</span></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-26926702740411126132022-11-17T21:11:00.003-03:002022-11-17T21:11:14.090-03:00Um textículo: "abraço"<p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">as mãos dando voltas nas costas</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">peito no seio</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">nariz no pescoço</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">cabelos nos olhos</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">as mãos penduradas no pescoço</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">joelho contra joelho</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">coxa contra coxa</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">sexo contra sexo</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">pés sobre pés</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">véspera do beijo</span></p><p><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-55487430556267081202022-11-16T23:56:00.004-03:002022-11-16T23:56:39.520-03:00Um textículo: "sorriso"<p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">o céu da sua boca tem estrelas</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">que não consigo contar</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">o sol da sua boca tem um céu</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;">da série <i>haicaos</i></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-34849275832271461982022-11-15T16:15:00.004-03:002022-11-15T16:15:49.572-03:00Um textículo: "confissão"<p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">me perco em você</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">na floresta de seus cabelos</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">no alucinógeno do seu sorriso</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">na droga da sua voz</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">capoto nas suas curvas</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e me embriago nas poções de veneno</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">que seu corpo destila </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">não estou viciado: apenas apaixonado.</span></p><p><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-80481910524520809962022-11-07T23:14:00.002-03:002022-11-22T07:59:08.255-03:00Jimi Endrick <p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKfzqrFVbw2yceL1qosIt6KCpVliQDESEH4lt4lTX2BJkt9xn9V2v55L_NVAs0mQHJPEG_uTK2l1ogMMbDQGicvLEHWoQk1-96AjChwJxtO6fr7SDI3u7V-0GH63xa5g3NTc5EX_qiVnZjnIew6pvh5OYV7fDs-XVTyUfA-Nar5XB_jNEf8Q" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="675" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKfzqrFVbw2yceL1qosIt6KCpVliQDESEH4lt4lTX2BJkt9xn9V2v55L_NVAs0mQHJPEG_uTK2l1ogMMbDQGicvLEHWoQk1-96AjChwJxtO6fr7SDI3u7V-0GH63xa5g3NTc5EX_qiVnZjnIew6pvh5OYV7fDs-XVTyUfA-Nar5XB_jNEf8Q=w320-h213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto: Cesar Greco (Palmeiras)</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjF9COCTdLAUZtt04KnmRveJbFa7QstwMQVoMk3UGfc-yjVe_Oltoi2zMBQAGyt70GjpbbeBJ7lLOAuYbWgmic2YKVoOY02eywA6xYdcXKcLy2KiHYKkNLPPh1ZkfHVtAxU_FrtWwsAkW5Yv7OWet3i5nM5Ew04NObx84XWWRgH0vBLPN51Ew" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjF9COCTdLAUZtt04KnmRveJbFa7QstwMQVoMk3UGfc-yjVe_Oltoi2zMBQAGyt70GjpbbeBJ7lLOAuYbWgmic2YKVoOY02eywA6xYdcXKcLy2KiHYKkNLPPh1ZkfHVtAxU_FrtWwsAkW5Yv7OWet3i5nM5Ew04NObx84XWWRgH0vBLPN51Ew=w320-h213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto: Michael Ochs (Getty Images)</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a vantagem de viver neste século</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">presente</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">é que a cada dia nascem zeuses</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">frutos de tempos improváveis</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">de guerras, ataques e achaques</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">mas também filhos da</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">diversidade de aromas e sabores</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">nos recônditos dessa peleja</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">lá nas províncias mais distantes</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e mesmo na metrópole</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e até mesmo dentro de casa</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">o cotidiano pode nos ofertar</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">uma cena de amor, por exemplo:</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">em bethel, o negríndio jimi endrick</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">espírito xamã, estende o tempo e transforma </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a vibração de seis cordas</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">numa eterna idade sem fim.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">num estádio, lá pros lados da zona oeste</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">lugar que já foi parque antárctica</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">hoje é allianz park</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">(amanhã, sabe-se lá)</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">o negríndio jimi endrick, bailarino</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">barroco, lírico e moderno -</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">desfila com sua esfera (terrestre? solar? celeste?)</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">debaixo do braço, debaixo dos pés</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">cumprindo seu destino de poeta</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">destino de pássaro</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">de sangue: xamã</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">poetas são poetas. e só!</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">tem aquele das pernas tortas, aquele calado</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">e o que cai</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">importa que toda poesia seja eterna</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">num espasmo de pupilas dilatadas</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">boca seca, veias abertas</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">coração esfuziante</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">na hora estridente do solo de guitarra</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">na hora do gol</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">#endrick #jimi hendrix #palmeiras #poesiabrasileira #gol</span></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-74811357952796788122022-11-03T21:07:00.007-03:002022-11-03T21:07:50.044-03:00haiquase - 147<p> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">mais que amor</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">é a </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">vassala dor</span></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-10857515907644315562022-10-27T21:03:00.005-03:002022-10-27T21:03:36.691-03:00Um textículo: "trator"<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">tem dia do escritor</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">dia da poesia,</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">do poeta, do editor, tradutor</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">dia da leitura</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">penso com meus zíperes</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a morte final virá</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">quando inventarem o dia do amor</span></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-70379859581568850772022-10-22T17:33:00.007-03:002022-10-22T17:33:45.124-03:00haiquase 146<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> a ex posa para as câmeras</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">enquanto ele rói</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">os cotovelos</span></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><br /><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-44467189342004531412022-10-21T17:00:00.002-03:002022-10-21T17:00:58.080-03:00Um textículo: "la copulation des déesses"<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92l0tNZOmsKGPXoVso09ML5S1HFwxKBm6AZs3N8cnM-7XXE9Q6-MmYeKK05nWzHijO3UNJohrnYAHeq_4c6eFRAbzXMePFBBQiBieb8oAEI512RFlMl46WJv2Rql_xD_uFhyGalYQ5IF70VjYmuBgvHpeUkxnBpnnm910bhCIaWZnBTmSLg/s225/GIFT.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92l0tNZOmsKGPXoVso09ML5S1HFwxKBm6AZs3N8cnM-7XXE9Q6-MmYeKK05nWzHijO3UNJohrnYAHeq_4c6eFRAbzXMePFBBQiBieb8oAEI512RFlMl46WJv2Rql_xD_uFhyGalYQ5IF70VjYmuBgvHpeUkxnBpnnm910bhCIaWZnBTmSLg/s1600/GIFT.png" width="225" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">a dama da noite enamorada<br />não podia dar um bicho<br />(ou um homem numa gaiola)<br />de presente para a magnólia<br /><br />borrifou no ar o seu cheiro<br />e ofereceu à amada<br /><br />extasiada e envaidecida<br />a outra retribuiu o gesto<br />contratou um morcego express<br />e ofertou-lhe um prato de mel </span></span><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-66776168747602211752022-10-14T10:14:00.003-03:002022-10-14T10:14:40.975-03:00Um textículo: "as ondas quentes"<p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">subindo pelo teclado<br />subindo pela fibra ótica<br />subindo pelas paredes</span></span><br /><br />da série <i>haicaos</i> <br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-77111607010839125172022-10-13T14:53:00.004-03:002022-10-13T14:53:24.028-03:00haiquase - 145<p> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Maremoto é elegia<br />Chuva é soneto<br />Gota d'água: haicai </span></span><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-27971645040992806702022-10-11T07:50:00.004-03:002022-10-11T07:50:31.248-03:00Um texticulozinho: "pré-ebulição"<p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a onça</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a pele da onça</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a segunda pele da onça</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a transparência da pele da onça</span></p><p><br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-34717066638484979782022-10-08T11:15:00.001-03:002022-10-08T11:35:49.416-03:00Um textículo: "toda revolução é uma resolução íntima"<div class="separator"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="quadro A liberdade guiando o povo, de Delacroix, retrata cena de batalha com mulher segurando bandeira da França" height="549" src="https://cdn.culturagenial.com/imagens/eugene-delacroix-a-liberdade-guiando-o-povo-cke.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="685" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h1 class="article--title"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>A liberdade guiando o povo</i></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">(Eugène Delacroix)</span></span></span></h1></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></p></div><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">essa sua incrível dificuldade de </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">defender a felicidade</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">sem depender da permissão de ninguém</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">nenhuma bandeira transmite emoção</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">se não estiver ao vento</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">lembra?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">urubus ao vento esperam a morte de alguém</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">para se alimentar</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">lembra?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">sempre à beira do abismo</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">eis a hora do voo</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">lembra?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">um livro chinês nos estados unidos</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">se não for traduzido, uma pedra polida</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">não lido: pedra lascada</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">lembra?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">gatos que dormem em cima do muro</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">caem para algum lado</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">essa sua incrível dificuldade de </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">estender a felicidade</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">sem depender da permissão de alguém</span></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><br /> </p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-12597925490213954622022-10-07T14:35:00.003-03:002022-10-08T11:39:24.642-03:00Um textículo: "agora agora agora"<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAAtDN2QrFnbH9b5ONULkjEAOZFuSwA0ERWOFxxaDhRsRJIY0lLXi6EntYEozr2-kyDyj6TaLt7YS_sp0ziacppnSecmTFVyCZX3fef-QwUfSc7em6vwQU1h4ZdVT_U-9WT6quP2FuV6P-D6cFk_9_Q4wdB0TT4xYBrerJAKbxLF7OBcGHg/s4128/20180113_130705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2322" data-original-width="4128" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAAtDN2QrFnbH9b5ONULkjEAOZFuSwA0ERWOFxxaDhRsRJIY0lLXi6EntYEozr2-kyDyj6TaLt7YS_sp0ziacppnSecmTFVyCZX3fef-QwUfSc7em6vwQU1h4ZdVT_U-9WT6quP2FuV6P-D6cFk_9_Q4wdB0TT4xYBrerJAKbxLF7OBcGHg/s320/20180113_130705.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> </span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">para<br />tudo que você está fazendo e vem<br />agora<br />não é tempo de colecionar pedras insignificantes<br />ou consultar dicionários empoeirados<br />nem oráculos ou elfos<br /><br />agora é hora de ir às pedras com outras finalidades<br />pegar poemas de revolta<br />os poemas-manifesto, os poemas feitos de sangue<br />da fome, seiva e suor<br />e socar e sovar sovar e socar<br />até não ser mais que um poema pronto<br />puro e a ponto de ser reescrito comido bebido<br /><br />agora é um tempo dos que não têm mais tempo<br />a esperar<br />agora não é mais a hora de erguer monumentos<br />à fome<br />é hora de combater a fome, comer a fome<br />lamber lágrimas com a língua<br />com lenços com o dorso das mãos,<br />com o resto de pano de bandeiras encardidas<br /><br />para tudo o que você está fazendo<br />e vem<br /><br />agora é o dia do pós-mártir<br />aquele que ora de olhos abertos<br />medita sob o mantra das rajadas <br />das metralhadoras de seus inimigos <br />dorme com seus olhos abertos<br />a boca fechada<br />os ouvidos atentos <br /><br />agora aqui hoje<br />não é dia de exercitar sua revolução burguesa<br />compor hinos em louvor ao herói vencido<br />rabiscar poema de contemplar a ação<br />e levar amantes a motéis <br /><br />não é a hora de escrever epitáfios<br />não é momento de muros de lamentações<br />ou murros<br />(o corpo a ser oferecido hoje<br />é o de sobrevivente)</span></span> <br /></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27241806.post-81341434093408157092022-10-04T19:31:00.002-03:002022-10-04T19:31:19.512-03:00Um texticulozinho: "crescente"<p><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">avia a receita para a fé posta </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">crês?</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">sentes?</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">nada ex-vazia nada clemente: </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">essa fé em que crês e sentes, tu gostas?</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">ou só aceitas reverente?</span></p>Escobar Franelashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672475057671230255noreply@blogger.com0