tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55017892986134948552024-02-20T05:45:36.626-08:00Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos Cezar UbaldoKleber Jose Goularte Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14341255364986222566noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501789298613494855.post-44678530313373420142011-08-22T17:38:00.000-07:002011-08-22T17:38:19.140-07:00O CIRANDEIRO<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eu sou aquele que ciranda </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">o tempo,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que alimenta almas</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mais que a solidão.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eu sou o tempo que retorna</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e acalma</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">corações que estavam</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">na escuridão.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eu sou o verso que repousa</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">em vida </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">sobre a tua alma</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">grávida de paixão...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Cezar Ubaldo</strong></div>Kleber Jose Goularte Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14341255364986222566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501789298613494855.post-38590366032347260352011-08-22T17:36:00.001-07:002011-08-22T17:36:58.314-07:00ESPAÇOS E SILÊNCIOS<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Os espaços vazios,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">longe de serem silenciosos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">gritam</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">tão fortemente seus desejos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ocultos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que até o silêncio</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">é afetado</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">na sua alma inquieta...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Cezar Ubaldo</strong></span></div>Kleber Jose Goularte Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14341255364986222566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501789298613494855.post-27525219457684733772011-08-22T17:35:00.001-07:002011-08-22T17:35:55.420-07:00ENTRE DOMADORES E HOMENS<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Domaremos nossos sonhos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">como guerreiros que somos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e, como homens, nos curvaremos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">à magnitude deles.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Como guerreiros dormiremos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">na dor</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de não sermos felizes</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e pacificaremos o homem,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">última estrela da constelação de Deus!...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Cezar Ubaldo</strong></span></div><div align="right"></div>Kleber Jose Goularte Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14341255364986222566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501789298613494855.post-14337049305276467662011-08-22T17:33:00.000-07:002011-08-22T17:33:27.722-07:00SABEDORIA<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Que não se quebrem teus ossos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">nem teus caminhos </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e alma...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Repousa, como palha ao léu</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">do vento,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que o dia é pleno</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Cezar Ubaldo</strong></span></div>Kleber Jose Goularte Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14341255364986222566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501789298613494855.post-14069643312265855662011-08-22T17:29:00.001-07:002011-08-22T17:31:17.851-07:00METAMORFOSE<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A cada palavra que digo, sinto</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">uma tempestade construindo-se</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">dentro de mim</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e, de água, transformo-me</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">em fogo</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e queimo os meus restos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e refaço-me</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">e sou novo...</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Cezar Ubaldo</strong></span></div>Kleber Jose Goularte Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14341255364986222566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501789298613494855.post-74148172777171306602011-08-22T16:32:00.000-07:002011-08-22T16:32:15.399-07:00NEM CÁLIX BENDITO<div style="text-align: center;">Canções de sangue ecoaram<br />
da meia-noite ao meio-dia<br />
e nem o filho se fizera homem<br />
desesperou-se como uma magia<br />
e nem poesia nem cálix<br />
bendito<br />
foram bastante prá desencantar!...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cezar Ubaldo</span></strong></div>Kleber Jose Goularte Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14341255364986222566noreply@blogger.com0