tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672383866070558222024-03-04T23:00:20.391-08:00POESIA LILAZ-CARMIMPOESIA DE DINAH RAPHAELLUS DE COR LILÁS E CARMIM.DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-13200631145209807982013-06-22T07:04:00.000-07:002013-06-22T07:04:20.850-07:00NOS ABRAÇOS DOS NOSSOS BRAÇOS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="PT">Nos abra</span><span lang="PT">ç</span><span lang="PT">os dos
nossos bra</span><span lang="PT">ç</span><span lang="PT">os,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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poente ou apenas tra</span><span lang="PT">ç</span><span lang="PT">os,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">Pinturas de luz
de nossos corpos suados,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="PT">Mistificados,
dependurados no orvalho da manh</span><span lang="PT">ã.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">Nossos dedos dispersos
segredos, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">Cantados à lua e
sussurrados aos arvoredos,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">Ao verde fofo e mágico de
castanho-avelã;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">Nossos beijos molhados,
arrebitados de tesão<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">Com sabor sal, hortelã-pimenta;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">Nossos sexos embriagados,
libertos, famintos<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">De céu, mar, luz, luar,
lavanda, pomar,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="font-size: large;">Labirintos, êxtases sem
fim...</span></span><span lang="PT"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><b>Dinah Raphaellus</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-10866196758573269172013-06-18T02:53:00.000-07:002013-06-22T07:03:42.495-07:00DEITADA NESTE CIPRESTE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="PT"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Deitada neste
cipreste que é a vida,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Durmo aconchegada
pelo sol.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Sol de janelas
abertas de par em par,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">De persianas
encobertas <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">E de curtinas
bordadas a espuma-mar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Durmo de olhos
abertos,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><span lang="PT">Irrequietos desta
frag</span><span lang="PT">â</span><span lang="PT">ncia que se adivinha<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Pendurada no
anzol da maré.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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tempo adorme</span><span lang="PT">ç</span><span lang="PT">a<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><span lang="PT">E o mundo perca a
cabe</span><span lang="PT">ç</span><span lang="PT">a no cheiro <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="PT"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Encontrado da
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<span lang="PT"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">Dinah Raphaellus</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-69759764946979140262011-02-16T06:38:00.000-08:002011-02-16T06:39:54.791-08:00TERCEIRO LUGAR NO PRÉMIO DE POESIA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"> <strong>O Prêmio Literário Valdeck Almeida de Jesus de Poesia 2010 anuncia os vencedores do concurso:</strong></span></div><span style="color: purple;"><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Lista por Poema – Autor – Cidade</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">1º: Pálidos Mistérios – Grigório Rocha (Salvador-BA)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">2°: Finados – André Sesti Diefenbach (Porto Alegre-RS)</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">3°: Ambiguidade – Dina P. Pereira da Costa (Aveiro, Portugal)</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">4°: Partes deste Amor – Antonio Almeida (Rio de Janeiro-RJ)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">5°: Enigma – Renata Paccola (São Paulo-SP)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">6°: Café – Ari Lins Pedrosa (Maceió-AL)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">7°: Lama – Renata Rimet (Salvador-BA)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">8°: Viagem – Yao Jingming (Macau, China)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">9°: Barganha – Tatiana Alves (Rio de Janeiro-RJ)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">10°: Poema Xipófago – Gêmeo – Hélio José Destro (São Paulo-SP)</span><br />
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<u><span style="color: purple;">Menções Honrosas:</span></u><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Ramagem – Amélia Marcionila Raposo da Luz (Pirapetinga-MG)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Para escrever um poema imperfeito - André Caldas (Rio de Janeiro–RJ)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Dualismo – Augusto Cesar Ribeiro Rocha (São Luís-MA)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Vem sem música… – David Erlich (Lisboa, Portugal)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">N’outra margem – Diogo Cantante (Aveiro, Portugal)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Poema Andrógino – Flávio Lanzarini (Rio de Janeiro-RJ)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Ária da chuva – Helena Barbagelata (Almada, Portugal)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Mulher poema – João Gomes de Almeida (Lisboa, Portugal)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Regressar de novo – João José Ferreira ((Inglaterra)</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Distância – Marcos Antônio Maués Vitelli (Marajó-PA)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Eis o poema Premiado:</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">AMBIGUIDADE</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Desafiavas-me escondido por detrás das vírgulas</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">E rias, rias iludido que nas reticências frívolas</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Arranjavas abrigo, um lar amigo para nossas demências</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Ahahahah...como os nossos risos cresciam...</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Balões de primaveras no outono de nossas vidas</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Unguentos miraculosos sarando nossas feridas</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Não...não falo de quimeras, mas sim das longas esperas</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Com que perpetuamos os sentidos, reais e vividos</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Nas rimas pintamos feras, e moldamos de barro</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Muitas prosas, sonetos feitos duetos, laranjais frescos</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">De perfume índigo...dos sons fizemos esferas,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Bancos de jardins bebendo ópios de trigo.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Nas muralhas das odes...lindos arcos arabescos </span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Arquitetura debruada a linho...</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Na ambiguidade da poesia...a fragrância de lilás e pinho!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Dinah Raphaellus (<strong>Dina P. Pereira da Costa)</strong></span><br />
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</div>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-333186662671230442010-08-04T11:21:00.000-07:002010-08-04T13:07:52.391-07:00GOTICULAS DE VELUDO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsEyi7W-ciMy95Pbv1pB_7CGoWTpH04mukiuJMR2mRrj00x9qG7jOoIyrxAKNPkKsn21iDlo2Q0EKo0hTOWxZKi8mIy_Ic-cq_C0G6CWnZgLmIca12xUzEmNUigZWRX3Q3Kjlp2i1Ckc/s1600/jersey_poem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsEyi7W-ciMy95Pbv1pB_7CGoWTpH04mukiuJMR2mRrj00x9qG7jOoIyrxAKNPkKsn21iDlo2Q0EKo0hTOWxZKi8mIy_Ic-cq_C0G6CWnZgLmIca12xUzEmNUigZWRX3Q3Kjlp2i1Ckc/s640/jersey_poem.jpg" width="443" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>O silêncio tece gotículas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Surdas de veludo </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Com que me visto nua;</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Pegadas lúgubres </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Que sigo pretas de xisto, </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Como marchas fúnebres.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Meu corpo pesado arrasto</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Comigo, não sei se existo</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Ou extingo, apenas sigo </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>O que nem eu já sei,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Talvez a pena cinzenta</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Que do nada nasceu</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Em minhas mãos magoadas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>–Mensagem de anjos ou demónios– </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Leve, indecifrada,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Enigma perdido entre meus dedos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Como pequenos grãos </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>E os mortais continuam como</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Se nada se passasse, cegos,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Alheios ao que deveriam ver.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Lutas de nada nunca vencem,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Perdem-se no vazio do nada</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>E transformadas em pó</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Para sempre desfalecem.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Acordem, ouçam o nascer</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Da alvorada, sintam o sorriso</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Pálido da lua, guardem o beijo do mar...</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Acordem! Esta vida só se despe</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Quando está nua de chuva e trovoada</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Por acordar ou quando, caiada de branco,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Se juntam as ondas e a areia vai beijar.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>By: <span style="font-size: x-small;">Dinah Raphaellus</span></strong></span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-69060496545926000402010-08-03T02:54:00.001-07:002010-08-04T10:10:28.551-07:00PINTEI UM DIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafTQReNASdiQ1PcKuNiQ6dL0W7MFyqMEBqPiKp0CTb0vlyNVSBDkpC3F8DqYB_pF9NUckPkbtJMToXH1vK3pmcCvPHsrfCiZf0AnGAtnIk_EFE5snvgzm9ycSagrz2rFrRoPrXqvMS9g/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafTQReNASdiQ1PcKuNiQ6dL0W7MFyqMEBqPiKp0CTb0vlyNVSBDkpC3F8DqYB_pF9NUckPkbtJMToXH1vK3pmcCvPHsrfCiZf0AnGAtnIk_EFE5snvgzm9ycSagrz2rFrRoPrXqvMS9g/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Pintei um dia as cinzas </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Da Fénix e no fogo de suas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Barbas meu corpo deixei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Cremar só para poder</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Testemunhar o milagre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Que é ver da morte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">A alma acordar.</span></div><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-49692295280466685922010-08-03T02:53:00.000-07:002010-08-03T03:33:09.894-07:00OIÇO O MARULHAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEOF2-6GXRX7Bw0B95PNvqlcjYdCf_RxASXw8iXscls3My_sciHFFWGS09ybknCg4pSPlZIpcTmEpyGCtHk_RPegewwsEee7QWhVgtlodg9_UnBSnNi-6YWjhUi0r5VUtAoTKNTCGjL54/s1600/396557632_4a93b6677a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEOF2-6GXRX7Bw0B95PNvqlcjYdCf_RxASXw8iXscls3My_sciHFFWGS09ybknCg4pSPlZIpcTmEpyGCtHk_RPegewwsEee7QWhVgtlodg9_UnBSnNi-6YWjhUi0r5VUtAoTKNTCGjL54/s400/396557632_4a93b6677a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Oiço o marulhar das ondas </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Do silêncio e a ausência do cheiro</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Maresia invade-me as narinas do vento</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Que algures, feito prisioneiro no tempo,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Demora à memória chegar.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Espero num fumo de incenso por esse</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Sentimento denso qual língua de mar,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">À lua pálida, mastro velas a naufragar...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Acordo... perdida em vielas,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Qual mendiga onde arrasto</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Este fardo que é sonhar.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-62740541951161637942010-08-02T14:23:00.000-07:002010-08-02T14:24:29.671-07:00OLHOS DE MAR...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGSE_TaNtIORwO5x7iQKulZYKannKk9aZqtyxPqYW1YK21UR6KVxoGqIwGH4YEqXeX860xwq5JHrpe18VcE6xeHL2BjPNSNVBJvqO8CNlC0MAjUoSq5ph4xa5W5gQU6UtnxtlL011Bi4/s1600/5555555.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGSE_TaNtIORwO5x7iQKulZYKannKk9aZqtyxPqYW1YK21UR6KVxoGqIwGH4YEqXeX860xwq5JHrpe18VcE6xeHL2BjPNSNVBJvqO8CNlC0MAjUoSq5ph4xa5W5gQU6UtnxtlL011Bi4/s400/5555555.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Olhos de mar caminham </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Na multidão que sou</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Com balões cheios de nada </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Que o vento levou.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Solitário passa o tempo,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Trova de asfalto sedento</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">De murmúrios a bailar</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Em solários de prata, unguento</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Num só vestido tormento</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">De abraços despidos de consolar...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Algures numa cabana</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Espero eu esta luz-chama</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">De olhos cegos estarrecidos a ver o mar...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Tão perto o cheiro lilás do pregão mudo</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">A chamar baixinho o perfume...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Perfume da brisa a passar.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-15617042257683658682010-04-19T10:49:00.000-07:002010-04-19T11:24:12.636-07:00JARDINS DE PÁSCOA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibi67_UOEHSio0sQgOTqo3QbJnabGC8GNbsA7aKLyMnPV25bK-FZ1L8cPXRMGLZtMpZoLAfkfCk34SkUp3L3nDUierMzaObbHMi1KYn8Ocxb763ovMQD92sRYtQ_Sv-yJ2MwvMR4vx68Q/s1600/385096zqsy1chxws.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibi67_UOEHSio0sQgOTqo3QbJnabGC8GNbsA7aKLyMnPV25bK-FZ1L8cPXRMGLZtMpZoLAfkfCk34SkUp3L3nDUierMzaObbHMi1KYn8Ocxb763ovMQD92sRYtQ_Sv-yJ2MwvMR4vx68Q/s400/385096zqsy1chxws.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Jardins de Páscoa enfeitam</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">esta aura que insisto em </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">trazer comigo, venda e mordaça</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">com que castigo este corpo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">cada vez mais antigo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">florindo desmaios </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">em cada postigo que passa</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">tecendo dor em cada violeta</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">que nasça e só a custa espera</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">o momento que atrasado</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">tarda em mudar a hora</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">parada que não chega </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">nem abraça o estro cativo.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">By <span style="font-size: x-small;">Dinah Raphaellus</span></span></strong>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-90282816388986896392010-04-19T10:41:00.000-07:002010-04-19T11:24:52.447-07:00OLHOS MÍSTICOS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8PMO_VmNx-_NiyKmqzY1z6IR3ycQGBbr7jLF2P7bmwWkvoSWTZqglDLEIUiGJvggT661kV6dN6Bqxro1uHN3HLJU6So_xRphtIa6D-dhrAkDXXTPkOPMTf6G4MCzOX9-w7QX5DzVms4/s1600/untitledolhos.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8PMO_VmNx-_NiyKmqzY1z6IR3ycQGBbr7jLF2P7bmwWkvoSWTZqglDLEIUiGJvggT661kV6dN6Bqxro1uHN3HLJU6So_xRphtIa6D-dhrAkDXXTPkOPMTf6G4MCzOX9-w7QX5DzVms4/s400/untitledolhos.bmp" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Místicos olhos percorrem</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">as ladeiras encrustadas </span></strong><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">de limbos na minha alma.</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">São pérolas negras, veias, sedas </span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">aveludadas de escarlate carmim.</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">E nos rosários de cordas formam-se</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">nós excêntricas obras,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">talismãs de marfim, onde</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">as feras despidas de modas</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">amordaçam meu corpo,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">a terra em trovas e resgatam</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">meu estro por fim.</span></strong></div><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;">By Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-33645960718961517562010-04-19T10:29:00.000-07:002010-04-19T13:14:51.299-07:00BRUMAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DuoxMfW3H0h2sweryFgPTzdTzrD4MTXUSiW2fVxZX78nl7_hCItMFEptYw1IJrEIII8IQKyLWNgdVCeE2wEFxvZy9deTujor8kBP3caOqJbkPRb8aStzTcLi_SlVQckXuJcuLbovrDQ/s1600/armino2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DuoxMfW3H0h2sweryFgPTzdTzrD4MTXUSiW2fVxZX78nl7_hCItMFEptYw1IJrEIII8IQKyLWNgdVCeE2wEFxvZy9deTujor8kBP3caOqJbkPRb8aStzTcLi_SlVQckXuJcuLbovrDQ/s320/armino2.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>Brumas, brumas de claridades roxas iluminam </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>o palco desta minha desperdiçada vida</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>tão intensa de desejo de ser concretamente vivida,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>tão curta de tempo e tão consumida!</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>Quero ser Eu! realizado ser! Em vez da sombra, ténue </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>silhueta, espírito astral enclausurado entre dois mundos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>sem saber sequer qual deles é o real.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>Quero voar, asas abertas ao vento da vida </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>e não abraço fetal de despedida com vontade</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>de ser espuma mar. Quero alto sonhar, sem sentir culpas </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>nem penas, sonhar por uma vez sem catapultas ou arenas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>sonhar, viver antes que meus olhos se fechem e meu estro queira</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><strong>desenfreado correr, correr, correr....</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;">By Dinah Raphaellus</span></strong>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-73920280460331269092010-02-02T04:27:00.000-08:002010-02-02T04:33:52.023-08:00PASSAGEM<span style="color: blue;">Preferia a textura doce do tempo</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ameno à amarga bebida impura</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Qual veneno invernal que nos dilacera,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Mutila qual morte escondida </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Na esquina da espera, que astuta</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Nos assalta faminta e nos devora</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Com requinte de quimera, gárgola</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ou fera que brincando domina</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">A passagem ou era e como uma tinta </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Nos apaga e ludibria, deixamos então</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">De pertencer à paisagem e o luar</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Já não nos espera, só a noite escura </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Nosso corpo ausente venera</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Nas lágrimas saudosas da chuva</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Perdida no esquecimento desértico</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Do tremeluzir de uma miragem </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Mas, o que é esta vida senão uma passagem?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-79377104911898035932010-02-02T04:23:00.000-08:002010-02-02T04:23:42.689-08:00GRITO<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">A escuridão grita rosas </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Negras no silêncio ferindo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">As sonoras orquídeas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Amarelo laranja </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Duma claridade ausente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">De chuvas rubras.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span></div>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-22301162671862786992009-12-01T06:12:00.000-08:002009-12-01T06:12:44.113-08:00A TRAIÇÃO DE PSIQUÊ - CONVITE<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mais uma Antologia em que participo com 3 poemas, a última deste ano. São textos do amor e erotismo. Publico o convite para quem estiver perto de Gondomar, cidade que se localiza nos arredores do Porto.</span><br />
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</div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">O Lançamento da Colectânea A TRAIÇÃO DE PSIQUÊ terá lugar no próximo</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">sábado, dia 5 de Dezembro, às 16 HORAS, na Biblioteca Municipal de</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Decorrerá no âmbito de uma Tertúlia de Amor e do Erotismo, promovida pela</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: blue;">Apareça e, como diz o cantor, traga um amigo também!</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Um dos três poemas:</span> <br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">MEU CORPO UM LIVRO</span></strong> <br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Meu corpo um livro de poesia,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Onde tu lês os poemas </span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Declamados em silêncio</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Por minha pele.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Teu corpo uma epopeia,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Onde minha boca se sacia</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Ao resgatar estrofes,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Com sabor a mel.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">E na beleza da métrica perfeita</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Nossos corpos bailando</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Ao som das rimas </span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Cristalina e poética,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Exalando odores dourados</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">De primaveras outonais.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Numa lírica rica e fluída.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Onde tu barco eu ondina,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Nos amamos pelos caudais dos rios...</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Quiçá sonhos astrais </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-31411240198700079782009-11-25T08:16:00.000-08:002009-11-25T08:17:31.237-08:00MAIS DUAS ANTOLOGIAS (PANGEIA & DOIS MIL E ESPERANCA)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue;">"<strong>Pangeia</strong>" e "<strong>Dois Mil e Esperança</strong>" serão as minhas próximas antologias. Como a anterior tem a chancela da Editora Abrali de Curitiba no estado brasileiro do Paraná.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue;">Era suposto ser apresentada ao público, conjuntamente com Pangeia, no dia 21 deste mês mas até agora não sei qual a data certa. Em Pangeia, o número limite de textos por participante são tres e em Dois Mil e Esperança, dois. </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue;">Os livros da Abrali encontram-se à venda em: </span><a href="http://www.abrali.com/loja/"><span style="color: red;">http://www.abrali.com/loja/</span></a><span style="color: red;"> </span><br />
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</div><span style="color: blue;">Eis dois poemas publicados nestas antologias: </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>PARI ESTA DOR</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Pari esta dor este tormento</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Dor do mundo, lamento de mim.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">E foi durante a gravidez</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Que eu senti,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">O sonho de um incenso</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Um amor grande, imenso</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Um pedaço de ti!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">De ti sim, Angola, chaga das chagas</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Para a qual não chegam só palavras</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Para as feridas tratar</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">De ti sim, terra bonita</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Sentimento que grita</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Na minha alma ao exalar.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ao exalar o teu nome</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Que num vazio odre</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Choras a fome dos teus filhos</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">E deixas escapar pardos olhos</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">De cegos brilhos,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Provocados pela fartura da fome.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Em suas ossadas imensas,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Casta dor condensas,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Numa novena vã de proteger tuas crias.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Pari, pari no cheiro da tua terra quente</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Este sonho de ajuda ausente.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">E é numa oração que peço</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Deixem-nas descansar.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Pobres almas condenadas,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Grandes conquistadores de martírios.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Deixai-as descansar</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Num vale de lírios a tão procurada</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Paz e liberdade deixai-as abraçar!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus (In Pangeia)</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>PENDENTES DE CRISTAL</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Lavados já por lágrimas,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Foram os pendentes de cristal </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Da vida. Agora, apenas o ébano reluz </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Na negrura do tempo,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Cometendo suicídio astral. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">E rezando verbenas, choram-se</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">As penas por tão grande pecado moral.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">O Mundo? Esse não se importa</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Desde que haja dinheiro e poder</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Afinal, o que são fome e gente morta?!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Senão existem olhos em coração...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">...cego, incapacitado de ver?!...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">E o Sol, na casa do Oriente, </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Despontará Aquário!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus (In Dois Mil e Esperança)</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">No entanto, já está a caminho a próxima Antologia, A TRAIÇÃO DE PSIQUÊ, onde participo com tres poemas. A sua apresentação ao público é dia 5 de Dezembro em Gondomar, Portugal.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Desafiavas-me escondido por detras das virgulas</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">E rias, rias iludido que nas reticencias frivolas</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Arranjavas abrigo, um lar amigo para nossas demencias</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Ahahahah...como os nossos risos cresciam...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Baloes de primaveras no outono de nossas vidas</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Unguentos miraculosos sarando nossas feridas</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Nao...nao falo de quimeras, mas sim das longas esperas</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Com que perpetuamos os sentidos, reais e vividos</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Nas rimas pintamos feras, e moldamos de barro</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Muitas prosas, sonetos feitos duetos, laranjais frescos</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">De perfume indigo...dos sons fizemos esferas,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Bancos de jardins bebendo opios de trigo.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Nas muralhas das odes...lindos arcos arabescos </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Arquitetura debruada a linho...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">na ambiguidade da poesia...a fragancia de lilas e pinho!!!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">Ao longe... ouve-se um fado</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Que gemendo num lamúrio</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Condenado</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Desce à Mouraria, atravessa Lisboa</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Vestindo capa negra,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Viajando à toa </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Amando a guitarra</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Dedilhando a Madragoa</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Segue cigano sem destino</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Sempre com ar triste</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">No entanto ladino</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">A quem a todos e ninguém amava</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Eis pois o retrato </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Do fado errante</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Que um dia me bateu à porta</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Noite dentro, hora morta</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Todo galante o safado</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Abri-lhe a porta... entrou,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">Para sempre...ficou,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">O grande malvado?!!</span></strong><br />
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DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-29382730900074125592009-10-04T15:08:00.000-07:002009-10-04T15:08:43.854-07:00MEU CORPO UM LIVRO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW34f-RZLCTGFUapDGJN4xsZp4_4fImDBNFssdaHNZ0ehSqK0hm0WibJWtMjFlG9mP6THQ5p745RjSkTD_CSVhGf0JOmm5mSdjYA9Sz99VprmzDPtmh_VZvnU13DbTEsqD2IVdQS3xtQA/s1600-h/307869327_efadd307ce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW34f-RZLCTGFUapDGJN4xsZp4_4fImDBNFssdaHNZ0ehSqK0hm0WibJWtMjFlG9mP6THQ5p745RjSkTD_CSVhGf0JOmm5mSdjYA9Sz99VprmzDPtmh_VZvnU13DbTEsqD2IVdQS3xtQA/s320/307869327_efadd307ce.jpg" /></a><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Meu corpo um livro de poesia,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Onde tu les os poemas </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Declamados em silencio</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Por minha pele.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Teu corpo uma epopoeia,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">onde minha boca se sacia</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">ao resgatar estrofes,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">com sabor a mel.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">E na beleza da metrica perfeita</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Nossos corpos bailando</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">ao som das rimas </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Cristalina e poetica,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Exalando odores dourados</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">De primaveras outonais.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Numa lirica rica e fluida.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Onde tu barco eu ondina,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">nos amamos pelos caudais dos rios...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Quiça sonhos astrais!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">Dinah Raphaellus</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"></span></strong>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-58815251607403306062009-10-04T14:10:00.000-07:002009-10-04T14:13:56.387-07:00AMOR DAS ROSAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSLglLQaMZri416j5o1UDXPrAhUq3Yima6ZpFXeYYExJGt-9-FnSbTwDbTx0zWrV6inrr8NsRWBRomWPBeHoRYSkuukUkcIbbu4XlYAw0zI-28D3sz0OfBHRRvll4Jch02VIzjPqDWoI/s1600-h/19b12d56df08d9758e74e16eb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSLglLQaMZri416j5o1UDXPrAhUq3Yima6ZpFXeYYExJGt-9-FnSbTwDbTx0zWrV6inrr8NsRWBRomWPBeHoRYSkuukUkcIbbu4XlYAw0zI-28D3sz0OfBHRRvll4Jch02VIzjPqDWoI/s320/19b12d56df08d9758e74e16eb3.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Imenso foi um dia o horizonte de rosas raras,</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Daquelas que só dão flor nas manhãs claras de Janeiro</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>E que bebendo a sombra dum céu soalheiro se deitam</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Entristecidas no restícios coloridos, de tons cinza-lilás.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Enquanto no forum da vida, senhores instruidos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>debatem, contradizem-se e vereditam </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>Que nem as rosas por amor voltam atrás.</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Lavados já por lágrimas,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Foram os pendentes de cristal </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">da vida. Agora, apenas o ébano reluz </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Na negrura do tempo,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Cometendo suicidio astral. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">E rezando verbenas, choram-se</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">As penas por tão grande pecado moral.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">O mundo? Esse nao se importa</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Desde que haja dinheiro e poder</span></strong><strong><br />
</strong><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Afinal o que sao fome e gente morta?!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Se nao existem olhos em coracao...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">...cego, incapacitado de ver?!....</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Durante a I Bienal Internacional do Livro de Curitiba (Brasil) que ocorreu no final do mês de Agosto corrente foi lançada a público a antologia “Versos Poemas Crônicas” com a chancela da Editora Abrali dessa mesma cidade brasileira. Participo nesta antologia com cinco poemas de minha autoria. Esta é a minha segunda antologia.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;">Sinto no ar a languidez do tempo,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Em que passas-te e eu não vi.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Sinto no ar a tua ternura,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">E no entanto não a compreendi.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Vejo-te p’ra lá das nuvens,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Sem te poder alcanҫar.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Mas vejo-me por entre as algas do mar</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Entre as sete cores do arco-íris,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">No laranja dourado do sol,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">No negérrimo da noite e da morte.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Atravesso o rio com Caronte,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Encontro-te por fim.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Oh raio de luz intensa,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Como é grande o amor por ti.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Este desejo de te encontrar viva.....</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Com a tristeza de saber,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Que p’ra sempre te perdi.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Consola-me p’lo menos nos sonhos,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Beija-me como em crianҫa.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Mata-me esta sede</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">De contigo estar.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Dá-me alento e esperanҫa...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Oh Mãe... Amo-te tanto!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Estarás sempre, sempre comigo!!! </span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-9199021646729559142009-09-18T01:38:00.001-07:002009-09-18T13:35:52.130-07:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrP2HEedJ1MMh5MDZGpw9AVL-hg9gFtWcYDRHevHHD4nbQZASFILd4ncRfjY4XXB9IwyBe2y1uvQDO71JV46zTdf9KCHjgI1-YHGe5ihzhfqWBDhBRlFSAwOB3oOpUWRyO9hqvlFQwLE/s1600-h/rain-tutorial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrP2HEedJ1MMh5MDZGpw9AVL-hg9gFtWcYDRHevHHD4nbQZASFILd4ncRfjY4XXB9IwyBe2y1uvQDO71JV46zTdf9KCHjgI1-YHGe5ihzhfqWBDhBRlFSAwOB3oOpUWRyO9hqvlFQwLE/s320/rain-tutorial.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><strong><span style="color: blue;">A escuridão grita rosas </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Negras no silêncio, ferindo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">As sonoras orquídeas</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Amarelo laranja </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Duma claridade ausente</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">De chuvas rubras.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span></strong>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-35706515223050824882009-09-16T03:55:00.000-07:002009-09-19T07:36:41.629-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lzuDweIY11duQu5icsgWYBSB_mT8d6kiOnPuKuIdj7mUHoWPGfvtSw3a1bCxUwR5Ee9ODAmukUlWQ4TvwVIMx31btkq11lkzfTmAhhMpOWRj5S7j-ymiCO2ssZB-CvFNcAgPWTVNtJE/s1600-h/david-clapp-spring-bluebell-woodlands-hertfordshire-uk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lzuDweIY11duQu5icsgWYBSB_mT8d6kiOnPuKuIdj7mUHoWPGfvtSw3a1bCxUwR5Ee9ODAmukUlWQ4TvwVIMx31btkq11lkzfTmAhhMpOWRj5S7j-ymiCO2ssZB-CvFNcAgPWTVNtJE/s320/david-clapp-spring-bluebell-woodlands-hertfordshire-uk.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>De cor violeta são todos os caminhos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Que vão dar a minha alma</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Envolvidos por ela estão quaisquer</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Restícios de sonhos por sonhar</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Assim como todos os caprichos doidos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na rima de versos falhados em versejar</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na espera... e na luz violeta a razão</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Do meu andar!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767238386607055822.post-66323156636477871012009-09-16T02:10:00.001-07:002009-09-19T07:27:56.537-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8Y-WiTB1q78CR3JxUD_vTE51D6cbcsP6lh9fmocsxRVdDnFH5wI5Fg_ArUKcDSjcyxtGfIF4y6vITAvqlP8sv_tz4Hycd064FxbEAzz0aVP6Q21RPrwWKayHSq5ne_bhmQq4otWaHWQ/s1600-h/35.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8Y-WiTB1q78CR3JxUD_vTE51D6cbcsP6lh9fmocsxRVdDnFH5wI5Fg_ArUKcDSjcyxtGfIF4y6vITAvqlP8sv_tz4Hycd064FxbEAzz0aVP6Q21RPrwWKayHSq5ne_bhmQq4otWaHWQ/s320/35.bmp" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Búzios de seda tecida finamente</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Dedilham dedos nas cordas deste velho mundo</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Talvez imundo de incoerências</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Ou apenas medos, tristezas choradas</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Por fada ou bruxa lerda que de tanta lágrima</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Chorar lançou praga ao céu,</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">À noite luar, ao sol estrelas, ao mar.</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">E infeliz junta seu choro, sua dor</span></strong><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">E tremor à minha sina ao meu fado</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Orando então uma so’ lamúria </span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">A um deus menor na esperança </span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Que nos ouça e tocado nos liberte</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Da dor e do fado e que a vida nos sorria!</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Trago este espanto nascido em meu peito...</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Trago-o todo vestido de branco </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Deitado a seu jeito</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ansiando liberdade,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Odiando preconceito.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Fazendo da infelicidade</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Seu par perfeito </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>E deste sabor a saudade </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Mar filho adoptivo em meu peito!</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ah! Trago este espanto vestido de branco...</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Raphaellus</span>DINAH RAPHAELLUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073425351947999772noreply@blogger.com0