tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945Sun, 20 Dec 2009 20:52:42 +0000"Mas o que vou dizer da Poesia? O que vou dizer destas nuvens, deste céu? Olhar, olhar, olhá-las, olhá-lo, e nada mais. Compreenderás que um poeta não pode dizer nada da poesia. Isso fica para os críticos e professores. Mas nem tu, nem eu, nem poeta algum sabemos o que é a poesia." Garcia Lorca.http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)Blogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-2925934198240475597Thu, 06 Aug 2009 00:21:00 +00002009-08-08T10:36:08.089-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SnoiU0bsoYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/dWGpJaUlggk/s1600-h/perolaaaas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366639647032910210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SnoiU0bsoYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/dWGpJaUlggk/s200/perolaaaas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">isento</span> </strong><br /><br />por favor<br />não faça alarde<br />eu conheço essa arenga<br />vire o disco<br />bata a porta </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">- já fechei todos os poros –<br /><br />troquei a arena<br />...ficaram pérolas<br />bem guardadas<br />pra brilhar<br />em outra cena<br /><br />cláudia gonçalves</span><span style="color:#cccccc;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-2925934198240475597?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/isento-por-favor-nao-faca-alarde-eu.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-5854935702500019112Thu, 16 Jul 2009 15:49:00 +00002009-07-30T00:59:24.256-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/Sl9OzjNPi4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QjoJ1I03Zwk/s1600-h/Bamba.bmp"></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/Sl9Opc9rdDI/AAAAAAAAAms/2vThIsKhdWg/s1600-h/Bamba.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359088555650675762" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/Sl9Opc9rdDI/AAAAAAAAAms/2vThIsKhdWg/s200/Bamba.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:130%;">uniVerso</span> </span></div><div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><br />na<br />Corda </span></div><div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">banba</span></div><div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">bailam<br />letras<br />tontas<br />ondas<br />di_verso<br />da<br />poesia<br />ainda<br />não<br /></span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">lida<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves</span></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-5854935702500019112?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2009/07/universo-na-corda-bamba-bailam-letras.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-7972861836657314168Fri, 06 Feb 2009 15:11:00 +00002009-02-06T08:39:25.224-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SYxnqj90rGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/3HkvrBVvdRk/s1600-h/Três+marias.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299724842414943330" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SYxnqj90rGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/3HkvrBVvdRk/s200/Tr%C3%AAs+marias.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Do cinza ao arrebol</span> </div><div><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">a correnteza<br />joguei toda<br />a mágoa<br />no papel<br />sangrou a poesia<br /><br />o coração<br />dilatado<br />em cativeiro<br /><br />na revolta do mar<br />intimo e vasto<br />- um navio negreiro -<br /><br />inda que os deuses<br />desaprovem<br />de ti<br />não me afasto<br /><br />por mais<br />que me levem<br />as águas<br /><br />no encanto do azul<br />dançam<br />as três marias<br /><br />e se o rumo<br />do vento mudar<br />nascerão açucenas<br />na janela do sol<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves &amp; Ricardo Sant’anna Reis </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-7972861836657314168?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-cinza-ao-arrebol-correnteza-joguei.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-9043329230070357855Wed, 04 Feb 2009 12:44:00 +00002009-02-04T04:46:18.749-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SYmN6GffknI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ozsaix-QFAk/s1600-h/garça.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298922465892733554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SYmN6GffknI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ozsaix-QFAk/s200/gar%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">garça na areia<br />calando o uivo do vento<br />o som do mar<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-9043329230070357855?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2009/02/garca-na-praia-calando-o-uivo-do-vento.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-180187596888432837Wed, 22 Oct 2008 23:39:00 +00002009-07-21T19:43:58.747-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SP_BfZ-HTeI/AAAAAAAAAck/QU9w_fr1IpU/s1600-h/artee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260135635083546082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SP_BfZ-HTeI/AAAAAAAAAck/QU9w_fr1IpU/s200/artee.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Caçada<br /></span><br />fome<br />de arte<br />me tome<br /><br />grito<br />teu nome<br />no ar<br /><br />- te invoco<br />no sonho -<br />na trilha<br />na rede<br /><br />da esquina<br />até marte<br />não vou<br />me burlar<br /><br />vem...<br />vou amar-te<br />- é meu foco -<br />não posso adiar<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-180187596888432837?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/10/caada-fome-de-arte-me-tome-grito-teu.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-5541622601505518380Wed, 22 Oct 2008 23:21:00 +00002008-12-13T06:00:15.574-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SP-11TBskKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Li8eNfFF0lM/s1600-h/insonia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260122817037111458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SP-11TBskKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Li8eNfFF0lM/s200/insonia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span ><span style="font-size:130%;">Petição</span><br /><br />vai...<br />madrugada<br />insone<br /><br />só<br />me desperte<br />com o beijo do sol<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-5541622601505518380?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/10/petio-vai-madrugada-insone-s-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-4836574464585253879Sat, 18 Oct 2008 04:28:00 +00002009-07-21T16:47:08.404-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SQN4EBDIeNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/25Bs7uiGiUY/s1600-h/IMGP4039+-+2+cópia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261180800095254738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SQN4EBDIeNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/25Bs7uiGiUY/s200/IMGP4039+-+2+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">conCreto</span> <br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"> <br />dentro <br />dos <br />olhos <br />brilho</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">espesso <br />-lágrima <br />sólida <br />embriagada <br />de <br />saudade <br /> <br />Cláudia Gonçalves </span> <br /></div></span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-4836574464585253879?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/10/slida-dentro-dos-olhos-passam-letras.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-3285366061750639003Thu, 31 Jul 2008 20:26:00 +00002009-07-30T01:02:07.695-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SJIlt9l7JJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/V7PUXrirhgg/s1600-h/Nada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229283588888536210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SJIlt9l7JJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/V7PUXrirhgg/s200/Nada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">epitáfio</span> </span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br />aqui não Jaz<br />_nada<br />em <span style="color:#ff0000;">pó</span><br />prefiro navegar<br /><br />no abraço<br />das ondas<br />o mistério do mar<br /><br />despertando<br />a poesia<br />que ficou<br />no cais<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-3285366061750639003?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/07/epitfio-aqui-no-jaznada-poeta-virou-p-e.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-4544705123401535803Thu, 17 Jul 2008 03:38:00 +00002008-07-16T20:43:52.128-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SH6_3ZVFtpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y0l715Y5hzE/s1600-h/Absinto.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823576209405586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SH6_3ZVFtpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y0l715Y5hzE/s200/Absinto.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Absinto </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">nos cantos da casa<br />amores_vestígios<br />nuvem evidente<br />a bulir o instinto<br /><br />jogada ao vento<br />a certeza furtiva<br />que algo no tempo<br />perdeu o sentido<br /><br />o acre sabor<br />congela o gemido<br />-nos porões da alma<br />adormece a ferida-<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-4544705123401535803?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/07/absinto-nos-cantos-da-casa.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-452429743655621453Wed, 09 Jul 2008 11:58:00 +00002009-08-17T19:09:23.028-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SHSqoD0bHBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/eJweHxM12dw/s1600-h/sollllllllll.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220985473225923602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SHSqoD0bHBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/eJweHxM12dw/s200/sollllllllll.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So_turno</span> </span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">pra<br />zombar<br />do<br />cr</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">epúsculo<br /><br />sol_<br />vejo<br />cravejado<br />de<br />estrelas<br /><br />sol_ </span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">R<br /><span style="color:#000000;">......</span>I<br /><span style="color:#000000;">..........</span>N<br /><span style="color:#000000;">...............</span>D<br /><span style="color:#000000;">....................</span>O</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Cláudia Gonçalves </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-452429743655621453?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/07/soturno-pra-zombar-do-crepsculo-sol.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-5382818411746484318Tue, 08 Jul 2008 23:41:00 +00002008-07-31T21:17:03.411-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SHQAgrq0jzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PjANfbbne3Q/s1600-h/sorrisso+do+sol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220798429507391282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SHQAgrq0jzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PjANfbbne3Q/s200/sorrisso+do+sol.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Suspiro ou aurora<br /></span><br />não foi insônia<br />nem medo<br />do escuro<br /><br />foi o brilho do sol<br />que acordou<br />sorrindo<br /><br />ao ver a lua<br />mergulhando<br />no<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I </strong><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">.........</span><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>N</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">................</span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>F<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">........................</span><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>I<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">................................</span><span style="color:#ccccff;"><strong>N<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">........................................</span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>I<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">.................................................</span><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>T<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">.........................................................</span><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><strong>O </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-5382818411746484318?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/07/suspiro-ou-aurora-no-foi-insnia-nem.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-5501911696816006283Sat, 28 Jun 2008 23:05:00 +00002008-07-02T09:35:12.747-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SGuGxsCyAEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wAtOLRojFEQ/s1600-h/hai_jiddu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218412781433389122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SGuGxsCyAEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wAtOLRojFEQ/s320/hai_jiddu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"><em>(a jiddu saldanha)</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">da janela do outono<br />fogem beijos e cores<br />-folhas secas-</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">Cláudia Gonçalves<br /></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-5501911696816006283?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/06/da-janela-do-outono-fogem-beijos-e.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-3953641453552085030Fri, 27 Jun 2008 18:56:00 +00002008-07-02T12:16:50.991-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216658035673791858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SGVK2CsF_XI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mJu1TQWsjfU/s200/Melll.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mutação </span></span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">congelei a lágrima<br />deixando<br />escorrer o mel<br /><br />bebi<br />nas curvas<br />do tempo<br /><br />-um néctar de céu-<br /><br />do pó<br />recomeço<br />do fel<br />guardarei o doce<br /><br />ébria ou sóbria<br />vejo a dor<br />-diluída em versos-<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves </span></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-3953641453552085030?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/06/mutao-congelei-lgrima-deixando-escorrer.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-6315825612973151021Mon, 02 Jun 2008 12:43:00 +00002008-06-05T07:21:09.151-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SEPrOS6U8qI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ElwyoOdKtpA/s1600-h/LUas.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207264224997601954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SEPrOS6U8qI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ElwyoOdKtpA/s400/LUas.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>Fases </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />a<br /><span style="color:#000000;">...</span>lua<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">..........</span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">minguante </span><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">...........................</span>de<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.................................</span>tédio </span><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br />ficou</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">.........</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">cheia</span> </span><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">...................</span>de </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">........................</span>razão </span><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;">subiu </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">..........</span>no</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">...............</span>salto </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">numa<br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">..........</span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">crescente </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">..........................</span>vida</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#000000;">.................................</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">nova</span> </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">Cláudia Gonçalves</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-6315825612973151021?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/06/fases-lua-minguante-de-tdio-ficou-cheia.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-5878360312302176109Mon, 05 May 2008 21:02:00 +00002008-05-06T12:26:04.697-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SB926KKTiMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/z4FuHfNVxp0/s1600-h/fenix.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197003236540909762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/SB926KKTiMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/z4FuHfNVxp0/s320/fenix.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Fênix</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">vazio em ecos<br />descortinado sentido<br />sonho renasce<br />...retalhos<br /><br />pássaros em cores<br />num vôo sonoro<br />de alma livre<br /><br />cirandando a luz<br />de pirilampos<br />um denso desfiar<br />de emoções<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-5878360312302176109?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/05/fnix-vazio-em-ecos-descortinado-sentido.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-3496484323966387433Fri, 11 Apr 2008 19:36:00 +00002008-04-18T09:09:56.129-07:00<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Amoreira plantada por crianças da ong do<br />sitio do Juca em Guaratinguetá - SP, e pelo poeta Tonho França.<br />Só mesmo em poesia, é possível demonstrar a emoção </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">que senti ao receber um presente tão especial! </span></em><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R__Au4nqn0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7JOpC5TQHWs/s1600-h/Amora.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188077207459372866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R__Au4nqn0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7JOpC5TQHWs/s400/Amora.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">a(MOR)a</span><br /><br />entre pétalas<br /><br />de silêncio<br /><br />aflora<br /><br />carmim_desejo<br /><br />doce sabor<br /><br />de amora<br /><br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-3496484323966387433?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/04/amoreira-plantada-por-crianas-de-uma.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-4337955813349489716Wed, 09 Apr 2008 11:56:00 +00002008-04-10T08:33:15.109-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R_yxfRgMOHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DNHyyusR8wo/s1600-h/calendário.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187216021656451186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R_yxfRgMOHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DNHyyusR8wo/s400/calend%C3%A1rio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lapso</span><br /><br />meados<br />de um<br />dia branco<br /><br />dos poros<br />da alma<br />exala<br />poesia<br /><br />alterando<br />calendários<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-4337955813349489716?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/04/diurna-meados-de-um-dia-branco-dos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-2485017183792801902Fri, 14 Mar 2008 11:43:00 +00002008-12-13T05:56:09.622-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R9plF7YceQI/AAAAAAAAATY/UZV38DiOZcg/s1600-h/palavra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177561874129778946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R9plF7YceQI/AAAAAAAAATY/UZV38DiOZcg/s320/palavra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">pa_lavra</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;">na<br />lavra<br />do<br />pensamento<br />a<br />larva<br />da<br />palavra<br />cava<br />o<br />torto<br />verso<br />meu<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-2485017183792801902?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/03/palavra-na-lavra-do-pensamento-larva-da.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-923227364428550000Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:43:00 +00002008-02-26T08:16:33.683-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R8L_CWVBpqI/AAAAAAAAATM/KDOMymJabMQ/s1600-h/luar-thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170975737993340578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R8L_CWVBpqI/AAAAAAAAATM/KDOMymJabMQ/s320/luar-thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">Parceria poética com jeito de canção.<br />Do poeta, Rogerio Santos, sou suspeita para falar... afinal sou fã de carteirinha...<br />adoro o estilo despojado e ao mesmo tempo bem arquitetado de sua poesia.<br />obrigada pela feliz parceria!<br />Para conhecer mais do trabalho do poeta e letrista Rogério Santos (clique em) </span><a href="http://folhadecima.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">"Folha de cima" </span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">É um lindo blog!<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hipótese<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">CLÁUDIA GONÇALVES</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color:#009900;">ROGERIO SANTOS</span></span><span style="color:#009900;"><br /><br />bem que poderia<br />o dia equatorial<br />burlar a sina<br /><br />bem que poderia<br />a pira do sol<br />se despir poesia<br /><br />enfeitar o dia<br />com onze horas<br />de final de tarde<br /><br />bem que poderia<br />quem sabe um dia<br />bem que poderia<br /><br />embocar a boca<br />na boca da noite<br />boreal<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">bem que poderia<br />livrar a noite<br />das lentes escuras<br /><br />e você me ver passar<br />no meio da multidão<br />só pra falar poesia<br /><br />bem que poderia<br />do bolso da madrugada<br />sair um verso<br /><br />luz sobre o breu<br />um poema só pra gente<br />universo meu e seu</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-923227364428550000?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-poeta-rogerio-santos-eu-sou-suspeita.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-6961864594031814678Fri, 18 Jan 2008 10:08:00 +00002008-05-18T04:45:38.161-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R5NQc8utMgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YWqkkcpKY7E/s1600-h/MultidãoIII.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157554456537936386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R5NQc8utMgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YWqkkcpKY7E/s320/Multid%C3%A3oIII.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hipótese</span> </span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br />bem que poderia<br />a noite livrar-se<br />das lentes escuras<br /><br />e você me ver passar<br />no meio da multidão<br />só pra falar poesia<br /><br />bem que poderia<br />do bolso da madrugada<br />sair um verso<br /><br />luz sobre o breu<br />um poema só pra gente<br />universo meu e seu<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-6961864594031814678?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiptese-bem-que-poderia-noite-livrar-se_18.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-8097480906123679258Thu, 17 Jan 2008 09:43:00 +00002008-01-17T01:46:35.968-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R48jc8utMZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/49i6OJjsd84/s1600-h/calar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156379078607843730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R48jc8utMZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/49i6OJjsd84/s200/calar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do calar</span><br /><br />às<br />vezes<br />basta<br />ouvir<br />o<br />silêncio<br /><br />e<br />tudo<br />muda<br />de<br />lugar<br /><br />na<br />esquina<br />do<br />calar<br /><br />foi<br />ali<br />que<br />nos<br />perdemos<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-8097480906123679258?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-calar-s-vezes-basta-ouvir-o-silncio.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-6941830142397151339Sun, 06 Jan 2008 19:58:00 +00002008-12-13T06:08:43.186-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R4F-68utMYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GAIkjoRjZ90/s1600-h/vermelho.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152538999888097666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R4F-68utMYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GAIkjoRjZ90/s200/vermelho.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Noite<br /><br /></span>Salgado silêncio<br />pintado de breu<br /><br />andando<br />de rua em lua<br />buscando a cor<br />na derme do escuro<br /><br />um mergulho vermelho<br />no túnel da boca<br /><br />um coral<br />de palavras loucas<br />entorpecendo<br />...cantando<br />em labaredas<br /><br />beijos<br />que inflamam<br />aquecem<br />transpiram<br />e calam<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-6941830142397151339?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2008/01/noite-salgado-silncio-pintado-de-breu_06.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-7828765493537857342Wed, 26 Dec 2007 09:48:00 +00002008-01-04T19:47:49.250-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R3791cutMXI/AAAAAAAAARs/ayJlDCd1tL4/s1600-h/Beijo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151834118445412722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R3791cutMXI/AAAAAAAAARs/ayJlDCd1tL4/s200/Beijo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R3IobcutMNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yVgcAbtRY30/s1600-h/gota+azul.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Beijo guardado<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">No cais da boca<br />guardei seu beijo<br />pode abrir a janela<br />a paisagem é cristalina<br /><br />é só uma gota de orvalho<br />neblina que vira verso<br />deixa chegar à retina<br /><br />outra vez o sol ilumina<br />o dia que nasce azul<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-7828765493537857342?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2007/12/beijo-guardado-no-cais-da-boca-guardei.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-6356725385823509288Mon, 17 Dec 2007 10:47:00 +00002008-12-13T06:04:43.042-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R2ZY3cutMLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7v4X9Sd_KOY/s1600-h/bonde.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144897333945512114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R2ZY3cutMLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7v4X9Sd_KOY/s400/bonde.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Distração<br /><br /></span>quase meia-noite<br />onde estava<br />que não embarquei<br /><br />contando estrelas<br />talvez...<br /><br />quase meia-noite<br />a lua prata<br />avisou-me<br />e não...<br />não escutei<br /><br />quase meia-noite<br />onde estava<br />que não embarquei<br /><br />se o bonde passou<br />deixei... sobrei<br />parti-me de ti<br />sonhei as horas<br />que perdi<br /><br />quase meia-noite<br />...desisti<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-6356725385823509288?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2007/12/distrao-quase-meia-noite-onde-estava.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37675945.post-3099701421574080505Thu, 13 Dec 2007 16:19:00 +00002008-12-13T06:05:21.423-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R2FcfrqThSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Nt0XymnQzDs/s1600-h/mario.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143493948799681826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf1si-B7JaM/R2FcfrqThSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Nt0XymnQzDs/s320/mario.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ma(R)io</span><br /><br />O rio embriagado<br />pelas ondas do mar<br /><br />...mar do rio<br />que o guaíba-rio abraçou<br /><br />no alto de um andar qualquer<br />amoras,morangos,cerejas<br />vermelho rubro<br />...ao céu da boca<br /><br />janelas mortas<br />em pedras vivas<br /><br />e o sol foi tirando do bolso<br />um sorriso quente<br />e apaixonado<br /><br />eram fogos de artifício<br />saudando mar e rio.<br /><br />Cláudia Gonçalves </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37675945-3099701421574080505?l=cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://cacauentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2007/12/mario-o-rio-embriagado-pelas-ondas-do.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cláudia Gonçalves)3