tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79397304808182172682011-10-14T12:47:15.149-03:00(ou das muitas coisas que passam pela cabeça deste homem)Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.comBlogger7711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-56504884188717099602011-10-14T12:47:00.000-03:002011-10-14T12:47:15.198-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_SYq4xiwTIQ/TphZcHUfVPI/AAAAAAAABlI/vB4295m6_GE/s1600/Trilhos%2Bgramados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_SYq4xiwTIQ/TphZcHUfVPI/AAAAAAAABlI/vB4295m6_GE/s320/Trilhos%2Bgramados.jpg" /></a></div><br />Até talvez<br />Até quem sabe”<br />Sem mais feras<br />Buscando liberdade<br /><br />Até quem sabe<br /><br />Até talvez<br />Até um dia<br />Com mais luz<br />Paz e alegria<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5650488418871709960?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-90728650369054502832011-10-07T11:08:00.000-03:002011-10-07T11:08:58.513-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qh2YkFDa-_E/To8HwCILXBI/AAAAAAAABlA/sbS7EwcQ-xY/s1600/Bot%25C3%25B5es%2Bsobre%2Bo%2Bbordado.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qh2YkFDa-_E/To8HwCILXBI/AAAAAAAABlA/sbS7EwcQ-xY/s320/Bot%25C3%25B5es%2Bsobre%2Bo%2Bbordado.JPG" /></a></div><br />Que me havia caído<br />um botão da camisa<br /><br />Devolvida ao armário<br />juntou-se a outras<br />em igual condição de vida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-9072865036905450283?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-53955818807848177632011-10-03T14:35:00.000-03:002011-10-03T14:35:06.506-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3TPykGSPqQ/TonxfmMn78I/AAAAAAAABk4/jinP5WwVTBk/s1600/Casa%2Bno%2Balto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3TPykGSPqQ/TonxfmMn78I/AAAAAAAABk4/jinP5WwVTBk/s320/Casa%2Bno%2Balto.jpg" /></a></div><br />Por todo este tempo<br />Desde que partiste<br />Para receber a ti mesmo<br />Na casa que é tua<br />Com conforto<br />E em definitivo<br /><br />Onde és servo e senhor<br />Mestre e discípulo<br />No alto da colina<br />Fumaça na chaminé<br />Luz na janela<br />E um jardim sempre florido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5395581880784817763?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-1165863958580190702011-09-30T16:15:00.003-03:002011-09-30T16:24:15.814-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLDkc-YxaWQ/ToYVXqQ4_jI/AAAAAAAABkw/KwsABCeTCXQ/s1600/Ponte%2BRio%2BNiter%25C3%25B3i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLDkc-YxaWQ/ToYVXqQ4_jI/AAAAAAAABkw/KwsABCeTCXQ/s320/Ponte%2BRio%2BNiter%25C3%25B3i.jpg" /></a></div><br />Olhos voltados para a frente<br />naveguei<br />O infinito dos oceanos<br />foi só o que encontrei<br /><br />É hora de voltar<br />a casa rever<br />Pois é entre os seus<br />que um homem deve morrer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-116586395858019070?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-69838871999315090082011-09-28T12:56:00.003-03:002011-09-28T15:48:08.028-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtB5gO2zyVM/ToNPJNpu0FI/AAAAAAAABko/N-vewyAjnb4/s1600/Arco%2Bda%2Bhisteria.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtB5gO2zyVM/ToNPJNpu0FI/AAAAAAAABko/N-vewyAjnb4/s320/Arco%2Bda%2Bhisteria.JPG" /></a></div><br />Ordenei ao indigno<br />Que habita dentro de mim<br /><br />Fecha a porta do teu aposento<br />Silencia e dorme<br /><br />E a menos que te chamem<br />Nunca mais retornes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6983887199931509008?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-2670366652099350552011-09-23T12:49:00.003-03:002011-09-28T13:50:06.794-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wwnImSrGdI/TnyqS-Hj-LI/AAAAAAAABkY/-2qS0RRFdXg/s1600/Cadeira%2Be%2Bbola.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wwnImSrGdI/TnyqS-Hj-LI/AAAAAAAABkY/-2qS0RRFdXg/s320/Cadeira%2Be%2Bbola.JPG" /></a></div><br />Cópia tosca do ser<br />Escorrimento pegajoso<br />Sem querer<br /><br />Jamais seria um espírito libertário<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-267036665209935055?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-21367868881859262392011-09-06T12:52:00.001-03:002011-09-06T12:54:00.491-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8FIklV1U1c/TmZBN2vVfnI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3LcP2KJYOHA/s1600/Cabide%2Bda%2B%25C3%2593pera.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8FIklV1U1c/TmZBN2vVfnI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3LcP2KJYOHA/s320/Cabide%2Bda%2B%25C3%2593pera.JPG" /></a></div><br />Quando retirei teu retrato<br />Para guardar-te no armário<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2136786888185926239?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-85642141394679175382011-09-02T16:35:00.000-03:002011-09-02T16:35:42.264-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFuu334FdyY/TmEvwHhlBHI/AAAAAAAABkI/KtgMNyk9qnY/s1600/Perdido%2Bem%2BParis.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFuu334FdyY/TmEvwHhlBHI/AAAAAAAABkI/KtgMNyk9qnY/s320/Perdido%2Bem%2BParis.JPG" /></a></div><br />Eu te aprendo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8564214139467917538?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-71254039049641838942011-08-31T09:49:00.000-03:002011-08-31T09:49:04.398-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nae9YNb415U/Tl4tKwCunmI/AAAAAAAABkA/Yf3LaaQYkVY/s1600/Luta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nae9YNb415U/Tl4tKwCunmI/AAAAAAAABkA/Yf3LaaQYkVY/s320/Luta.JPG" /></a></div><br />Como regredir mais?<br />Talvez voltando a ser canibais<br /><br />Instintos sádicos santificados<br />Os heróis são os mais cruéis<br />Os que massacram sem piedade<br /><br />Furiosos arrancando sangue<br />A martelar e desfigurar os rostos<br />De seus semelhantes<br /><br />Pobre civilização que nos faz cada vez mais insanos<br />Nutrindo com a barbárie a alma dos ingênuos<br />Como caminhará daqui em diante?<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-7125403904964183894?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-45143000221827792862011-08-30T15:10:00.001-03:002011-08-30T15:14:00.706-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgd0TBLcmMQ/Tl0nXQgxY-I/AAAAAAAABj4/Hd9mAedwS90/s1600/Mesquita%2Bde%2BParis.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgd0TBLcmMQ/Tl0nXQgxY-I/AAAAAAAABj4/Hd9mAedwS90/s320/Mesquita%2Bde%2BParis.JPG" /></a></div><br />Ofusca a vista<br /><br />Causa tanta cegueira<br />quanto a daquele que nunca conheceu<br />a luz do dia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4514300022182779286?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-90551165966360484572011-08-29T16:43:00.000-03:002011-08-29T16:43:37.277-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruFNaxOcnDg/TlvrkN1KxFI/AAAAAAAABjw/fJidA6H8-Ag/s1600/V%25C3%25AAnus.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruFNaxOcnDg/TlvrkN1KxFI/AAAAAAAABjw/fJidA6H8-Ag/s320/V%25C3%25AAnus.JPG" /></a></div><br />Atire quando quiser<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-9055116596636048457?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-81034233950773598182011-08-29T09:17:00.001-03:002011-08-29T13:58:11.332-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iADpPdUMpTI/TluDaqo4yZI/AAAAAAAABjo/Fnv4VblrR44/s1600/Buraco%2Bnegro.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iADpPdUMpTI/TluDaqo4yZI/AAAAAAAABjo/Fnv4VblrR44/s320/Buraco%2Bnegro.JPG" /></a></div><br />Finca no coelho<br />suas garras o gavião<br /><br />Na toca<br />uma ausência sentida<br /><br />No ninho<br />biquinhos viverão<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8103423395077359818?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-41093909339383982382011-08-29T08:39:00.000-03:002011-08-29T08:39:08.373-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6cuwAWExlTs/Tlt6V1wXtfI/AAAAAAAABjg/U81XuQHb7k8/s1600/Palavras%2Bno%2Bch%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6cuwAWExlTs/Tlt6V1wXtfI/AAAAAAAABjg/U81XuQHb7k8/s320/Palavras%2Bno%2Bch%25C3%25A3o.JPG" /></a></div><br />És vidro<br /><br />Sobre ti<br />me atiro<br /><br />Desajeitado<br />exagero na força<br /><br />Lamentando<br />recolho os pedacinhos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4109390933938398238?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-3002334415224635732011-08-26T12:20:00.003-03:002011-08-26T16:24:59.806-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywqcV8pbt2w/Tle5A3bS7zI/AAAAAAAABjY/m-MD0WYTnLY/s1600/Loja%2Bde%2Bbot%25C3%25B5es.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywqcV8pbt2w/Tle5A3bS7zI/AAAAAAAABjY/m-MD0WYTnLY/s320/Loja%2Bde%2Bbot%25C3%25B5es.JPG" /></a></div><br />Depois de mortos <br />precisaremos celebrar<br />dois nascimentos todo ano?<br /><br />E se reencarnar for mesmo uma realidade?<br />Quantos aniversários (de fato)<br />teremos que comemorar na totalidade?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-300233441522463573?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-3793589659488327352011-08-26T09:37:00.000-03:002011-08-26T09:37:15.072-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WWoKftLjuz8/TleTdSUMsdI/AAAAAAAABjQ/P8yxIMg9mmQ/s1600/Cal%25C3%25A7a%2Bsobre%2Bbiombo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WWoKftLjuz8/TleTdSUMsdI/AAAAAAAABjQ/P8yxIMg9mmQ/s320/Cal%25C3%25A7a%2Bsobre%2Bbiombo.JPG" /></a></div><br />Preparando-se para o amor<br />Desprezando o frio<br />Banha-se o beija-flor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-379358965948832735?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-36345354543868378372011-08-24T12:42:00.000-03:002011-08-24T12:42:38.637-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpqkf0hAmMw/TlUanNVRV8I/AAAAAAAABjI/Okf6LMkYv9M/s1600/Canto%2Bdo%2Bquarto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpqkf0hAmMw/TlUanNVRV8I/AAAAAAAABjI/Okf6LMkYv9M/s320/Canto%2Bdo%2Bquarto.JPG" /></a></div><br />O instinto age sobre a cama fria<br /><br />O corpo busca o outro corpo<br />As metades se encontram<br />Pareando todos os pontos<br /><br />A mão só se aquieta<br />Com a pele quente e macia<br />Do teu peito acomodado em conchinha<br /><br />E é assim juntinhos que o sono<br />Nos aceita e engole todo dia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-3634535454386837837?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-55375924176153455152011-08-23T14:45:00.001-03:002011-08-23T15:01:29.207-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BROC6tPMoug/TlPnAcKNR9I/AAAAAAAABjA/kIynPpPLjnI/s1600/Sacre%2BCoeur%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BROC6tPMoug/TlPnAcKNR9I/AAAAAAAABjA/kIynPpPLjnI/s320/Sacre%2BCoeur%2B2.JPG" /></a></div><br />E que tanto nos angustia<br />Quando escorre de minha boca<br />Em grande parte<br />Na minha pele fica aderida<br /><br />O que escapa <br />São frases sem nexo<br />Mutiladas<br />Que faladas nada aliviam <br />Tornam-se vazias<br /><br />Recolho as palavras<br />Pelo chão espalhadas<br />Junto-as num monte<br />Sobre ele me sento<br />E fico a mirar o infinito<br />Buscando alento lá no horizonte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5537592417615345515?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-80207296587839986272011-08-18T11:38:00.000-03:002011-08-18T11:38:18.596-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkjD8ybMnzU/Tk0j0XJuygI/AAAAAAAABi4/khFo6YB_Sec/s1600/Vegetal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkjD8ybMnzU/Tk0j0XJuygI/AAAAAAAABi4/khFo6YB_Sec/s320/Vegetal.jpg" /></a></div><br />É só um merecido repouso<br />Para as minhas raízes cansadas<br /><br />Mas quando o inverno passar<br />Folhas virão<br />Flores explodirão<br />E carregados de frutos<br />Meus galhos se vergarão<br /><br />Passam-se os anos<br />E meu tronco<br />(Repare)<br />Ele não parou de engrossar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8020729658783998627?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-25587306709795412042011-08-18T09:42:00.000-03:002011-08-18T09:42:56.593-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9n5Xf7fJNM/Tk0ItyafAHI/AAAAAAAABio/Jt96fFRzyyU/s1600/Beira%2Bmar%2Binclinado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9n5Xf7fJNM/Tk0ItyafAHI/AAAAAAAABio/Jt96fFRzyyU/s320/Beira%2Bmar%2Binclinado.jpg" /></a></div><br />E respeita a gravidade<br /><br />A árvore tem raízes<br />E aceita sua imobilidade<br /><br />O vento só tem o vento<br />E sua aparente invisibilidade<br /><br />Mas provoca ondas<br />Balança folhas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2558730670979541204?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-12610885035092875592011-08-10T12:43:00.000-03:002011-08-10T12:43:21.987-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvbFYvzJyLg/TkKnEJ00RpI/AAAAAAAABig/d4gd6jNm7xI/s1600/Xadrez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvbFYvzJyLg/TkKnEJ00RpI/AAAAAAAABig/d4gd6jNm7xI/s320/Xadrez.jpg" /></a></div><br />O que jamais começou<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-1261088503509287559?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-16101854971482794642011-08-10T08:10:00.000-03:002011-08-10T08:10:13.798-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oi0Pcr6xDtM/TkJnDTBr4LI/AAAAAAAABiY/wCetAnqrBec/s1600/Sirene%2Bpresa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oi0Pcr6xDtM/TkJnDTBr4LI/AAAAAAAABiY/wCetAnqrBec/s320/Sirene%2Bpresa.JPG" /></a></div><br />Mesmo quando não tem mais nada a perder<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-1610185497148279464?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-64707277249548453432011-08-09T09:34:00.000-03:002011-08-09T09:34:09.325-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syettrx-Ilo/TkEpLBzrKYI/AAAAAAAABiQ/7pXY9y7yEf8/s1600/Fam%25C3%25ADlia%2Bde%2Bmigrantes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syettrx-Ilo/TkEpLBzrKYI/AAAAAAAABiQ/7pXY9y7yEf8/s320/Fam%25C3%25ADlia%2Bde%2Bmigrantes.jpg" /></a></div><br />Quando tudo parecia perdido<br />Os mortos ressuscitaram<br />Recobraram forças<br />Arrastaram-se em passo decidido<br />Gritando em uníssono<br />E (mais uma vez) lançaram-se contra o inimigo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6470727724954845343?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-43080864688147082612011-08-09T08:23:00.001-03:002011-08-11T08:58:43.842-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PloxAFVmW54/TkEYiV4VUPI/AAAAAAAABiI/SAPFCbroO-Y/s1600/Monge%2Besculpido.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PloxAFVmW54/TkEYiV4VUPI/AAAAAAAABiI/SAPFCbroO-Y/s320/Monge%2Besculpido.JPG" /></a></div><br />Acreditas que nada mais tens para me dar<br />Mas ainda não me devolveste a liberdade<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4308086468814708261?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-83667826024443934942011-08-04T09:02:00.000-03:002011-08-04T09:02:41.200-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-555tbK6qUug/TjqKKQjZcPI/AAAAAAAABiA/kg6MKIXCcfo/s1600/Telhado%2Bda%2B%25C3%2593pera%2Bde%2BParis.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-555tbK6qUug/TjqKKQjZcPI/AAAAAAAABiA/kg6MKIXCcfo/s320/Telhado%2Bda%2B%25C3%2593pera%2Bde%2BParis.JPG" /></a></div><br />Amarela é a América do Sul<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8366782602444393494?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-28731275874664829552011-08-03T15:44:00.000-03:002011-08-03T15:44:19.431-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgfSHP5fksw/TjmW9-2CZkI/AAAAAAAABh4/qHxSxyOq_e4/s1600/Madona.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgfSHP5fksw/TjmW9-2CZkI/AAAAAAAABh4/qHxSxyOq_e4/s320/Madona.JPG" /></a></div><br />Tecidos que revestem ossos<br />Carcaças autômatas que deambulam<br />Algumas almas ainda penduradas por um fio<br />Outras há muito caídas <br />Perdidas ao longo do caminho<br />Montes delas empilhadas<br />Nos bueiros e sarjetas<br />Os corpos seguem em ato contínuo<br />Aproximam-se do precipício<br />E sem nem mesmo titubear<br />Se atiram<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2873127587466482955?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-7232484133034694782011-08-03T15:29:00.001-03:002011-08-05T09:37:16.343-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgYdLFUNo0w/TjmTWS3Yf_I/AAAAAAAABhw/ix7tLREM3AY/s1600/Odalisca.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgYdLFUNo0w/TjmTWS3Yf_I/AAAAAAAABhw/ix7tLREM3AY/s320/Odalisca.JPG" /></a></div><br />Te explorando toda<br />Desde o olho<br />Voando no teu entorno<br />Num tapete mágico<br />Nosso leito encantado<br /><br />Cavalgando por montanhas<br />Vento frio no rosto<br />Contornando caminhos<br />Evitando abismos<br />Segurando um no outro<br /><br />Mergulhando na bruma mais densa<br />Sem oferecer resistência<br />Acreditando no delírio<br />Uma doce melodia ao fundo<br />E os desejos mais secretos atendidos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-723248413303469478?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-56550386676070937402011-08-02T16:50:00.001-03:002011-08-08T14:40:30.465-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2W5pg_lwG90/TjhUqXK9qJI/AAAAAAAABho/rroewalcNEE/s1600/Francis%2BBacon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2W5pg_lwG90/TjhUqXK9qJI/AAAAAAAABho/rroewalcNEE/s320/Francis%2BBacon.JPG" /></a></div><br />Quero contar suas lágrimas<br />E guardá-las neste pequeno vidro<br /><br />Vou tê-lo no bolso sempre comigo<br />Para que quando do seu amor duvidar<br />Meus impropérios não lhe causem nova dor<br /><br />E se estiver prestes a fraquejar<br />Umedecerei as pontas dos dedos<br />E em meus lábios raivosos e secos<br />O líquido deverei passar<br /><br />Para que o sal derramado<br />Por tanto sofrimento<br />Não tenha sido em vão<br /><br />Preciso estar atento<br />E sempre me lembrar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5655038667607093740?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-27046101970241229042011-08-02T15:49:00.001-03:002011-08-03T08:48:15.743-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ucHVnGVtrs/TjhGic46SrI/AAAAAAAABhg/7fBe6iHVwRY/s1600/Perda.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ucHVnGVtrs/TjhGic46SrI/AAAAAAAABhg/7fBe6iHVwRY/s320/Perda.JPG" /></a></div><br />Aquele dia maldito<br />E o que ali ficou perdido<br />Quando o não dito<br />Sufocou tudo aquilo<br />Que até então fazia sentido<br /><br />É mais fácil entender o contrário<br />E pagar caro pelo que dizemos<br />Quando a forma é errada<br />Não se tem freios na língua<br />Ou contrariamos o juízo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2704610197024122904?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-24019365982110764832011-08-02T14:00:00.003-03:002011-08-08T14:43:57.208-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQpgpr0UH24/Tjgs99oLKfI/AAAAAAAABhY/TxgWXTkr-SM/s1600/Pensando.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQpgpr0UH24/Tjgs99oLKfI/AAAAAAAABhY/TxgWXTkr-SM/s320/Pensando.JPG" /></a></div><br />Me transforma em assassino<br />Um serial killer - para ser mais específico<br /><br />Assim que mato a que me maltrata o peito<br />Outra logo se apresenta e cutuca o ferimento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2401936598211076483?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-30013345728077439982011-08-02T11:59:00.000-03:002011-08-02T11:59:53.899-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDVzcO13bVU/TjgQ0-otOGI/AAAAAAAABhQ/dAQnnC4O1ro/s1600/Bispo%2Bsem%2Bcabe%25C3%25A7a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDVzcO13bVU/TjgQ0-otOGI/AAAAAAAABhQ/dAQnnC4O1ro/s320/Bispo%2Bsem%2Bcabe%25C3%25A7a.JPG" /></a></div><br />O Tempo<br /><br />...nun-ca...<br />...nun-ca...<br /><br />...pa-ra...<br /><br />...nun-ca...<br />...nun-ca...<br /><br />...vol-ta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-3001334572807743998?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-54007313150801826872011-08-02T11:32:00.000-03:002011-08-02T11:32:54.845-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCOOk5y1axQ/TjgKYVeiznI/AAAAAAAABhI/IN4v7HVWd0s/s1600/Porta%2Bvelha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCOOk5y1axQ/TjgKYVeiznI/AAAAAAAABhI/IN4v7HVWd0s/s320/Porta%2Bvelha.jpg" /></a></div><br />O frio<br />é insuportável<br />aqui fora<br /><br />O mundo<br />me virou as costas<br />e me mandou de volta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5400731315080182687?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-86356439841298221892011-08-01T12:33:00.000-03:002011-08-01T12:33:23.523-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tc6pJxsrhI/TjbGfbnNz0I/AAAAAAAABhA/oAFymMttaow/s1600/MAC%2BRio%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tc6pJxsrhI/TjbGfbnNz0I/AAAAAAAABhA/oAFymMttaow/s320/MAC%2BRio%2B2.jpg" /></a></div><br />Sem saber se poderei voltar<br /><br />Tenho os pés amarrados<br />À âncora do barco<br /><br />Já fui lançado ao mar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8635643984129822189?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-28491008619900269422011-07-28T13:25:00.000-03:002011-07-28T13:25:26.563-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0H0xJ6IFdo/TjGNLjJLv5I/AAAAAAAABg4/eIkkwTCN-Bs/s1600/Picasso%2Bcasal%2Bfundido.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0H0xJ6IFdo/TjGNLjJLv5I/AAAAAAAABg4/eIkkwTCN-Bs/s320/Picasso%2Bcasal%2Bfundido.JPG" /></a></div><br />Quando não mais se ajustam nossos encaixes<br />Precisaremos fazer disto um drama?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2849100861990026942?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-67377619597538137352011-07-28T11:08:00.001-03:002011-07-28T12:35:01.148-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNTLDw4YoHo/TjFtL2fvs0I/AAAAAAAABgw/HG_wtoOKtaI/s1600/Cupido%2Be%2Bpombos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNTLDw4YoHo/TjFtL2fvs0I/AAAAAAAABgw/HG_wtoOKtaI/s320/Cupido%2Be%2Bpombos.JPG" /></a></div><br />Corpo<br />Desejo<br /><br />Definitivo coroamento<br />Amor<br />Desprendimento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6737761959753813735?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-81068672446685825212011-07-28T10:20:00.000-03:002011-07-28T10:20:05.944-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJMqWn48eEE/TjFh9BxgCBI/AAAAAAAABgo/V4mFdNBFQ_c/s1600/Sacre%2Bcoeur.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJMqWn48eEE/TjFh9BxgCBI/AAAAAAAABgo/V4mFdNBFQ_c/s320/Sacre%2Bcoeur.JPG" /></a></div><br />Que vejo<br />Imerso naquele frasco vedado<br /><br />Puro formol<br />No ambiente impregnado<br /><br />Prateleira por demais elevada<br />Não acho o raio da escada!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8106867244668582521?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-7941998149958505302011-07-22T08:28:00.000-03:002011-07-22T08:28:29.569-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nqW51cE0Pw/TiletJcfNrI/AAAAAAAABgg/4DXTgUDNCLw/s1600/Metr%25C3%25B4%2BParis.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nqW51cE0Pw/TiletJcfNrI/AAAAAAAABgg/4DXTgUDNCLw/s320/Metr%25C3%25B4%2BParis.JPG" /></a></div><br />Sou capaz<br /><br />De ser violento<br />Te matar com meus carinhos<br />Te sufocar com meus beijos<br /><br />Tento não exagerar<br /><br />Mas se no fim de tudo<br />Assustada fugires<br />E algum amor ainda sobrar<br />Embalo<br />Despacho<br />E até no fim do mundo vou te achar<br /><br />Sugiro que recebas a encomenda<br />Não adianta recusar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-794199814995850530?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-77671327442991637932011-07-21T16:18:00.000-03:002011-07-21T16:18:37.161-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8VOAZnUjHcE/Tih7d8usoQI/AAAAAAAABgY/E2nvtQssLD4/s1600/Place%2Bde%2Bla%2BConcorde.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8VOAZnUjHcE/Tih7d8usoQI/AAAAAAAABgY/E2nvtQssLD4/s320/Place%2Bde%2Bla%2BConcorde.JPG" /></a></div><br />Que em disparada<br />salta enxurradas<br />e com um jornal se cobre<br /><br />Enquanto a água farta<br />o corpo revela<br />e a rua engole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-7767132744299163793?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-75695629269704624022011-07-15T16:44:00.000-03:002011-07-15T16:44:33.167-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C26sK05MVs/TiCYjx_v_DI/AAAAAAAABfw/yxlqviMKvic/s1600/Longe%2Bdaqui.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C26sK05MVs/TiCYjx_v_DI/AAAAAAAABfw/yxlqviMKvic/s320/Longe%2Bdaqui.JPG" /></a></div><br />Um desejo lá do fundo<br />De que eu seja mais presente<br />Que não seja tão confuso<br />Mais atento às nossas coisas<br />Como um todo mais maduro<br /><br />Mas o que fazer com este ser<br />Abilolado e inseguro<br />Que tenta tenta e não consegue<br />Resolver as encrencas<br />Responder tão bem a tudo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-7569562926970462402?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-45858854592061470032011-07-14T15:54:00.002-03:002011-07-15T07:23:04.801-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TXUQfoAh-4/Th87YpXeHiI/AAAAAAAABfo/xQJFWfqU7dY/s1600/Arco%2Bdo%2Btriunfo%2Bpor%2Bbaixo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TXUQfoAh-4/Th87YpXeHiI/AAAAAAAABfo/xQJFWfqU7dY/s320/Arco%2Bdo%2Btriunfo%2Bpor%2Bbaixo.JPG" /></a></div><br />Tem que ser discreto<br /><br />O caráter<br />Reto<br /><br />O olho<br />Precisa percorrer o entorno<br /><br />E o já chega<br />É o abrigo da ambição<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4585885459206147003?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-45971032448444728642011-07-13T09:45:00.000-03:002011-07-13T09:45:14.119-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpNttsWJZDs/Th2QH4XN9qI/AAAAAAAABfg/Kk6gOaHtUDE/s1600/Olhando%2Bno%2Bpo%25C3%25A7o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpNttsWJZDs/Th2QH4XN9qI/AAAAAAAABfg/Kk6gOaHtUDE/s320/Olhando%2Bno%2Bpo%25C3%25A7o.JPG" /></a></div><br />Mais teima em não passar o tempo<br />Quanto mais frio o outro lado da cama<br />Mais cresce o sentimento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4597103244844472864?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-88205120210808846442011-07-12T08:32:00.001-03:002011-07-12T08:32:58.684-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xDOUj0G9mI/ThwvMF0Uf5I/AAAAAAAABfY/CtcMaGInZik/s1600/Catedral%2Bg%25C3%25B3tica.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xDOUj0G9mI/ThwvMF0Uf5I/AAAAAAAABfY/CtcMaGInZik/s320/Catedral%2Bg%25C3%25B3tica.JPG" /></a></div><br />Que tem uma inexplicável pressa<br />em tudo viver<br />Quase sempre<br />chegam mais cedo ao morrer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8820512021080884644?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-57101386393603878662011-07-11T12:30:00.001-03:002011-07-11T14:33:31.718-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39Jy635tx64/ThsW6-gEgLI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nBqlJJdJF8s/s1600/Paisagem%2Bnoturna.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39Jy635tx64/ThsW6-gEgLI/AAAAAAAABfQ/nBqlJJdJF8s/s320/Paisagem%2Bnoturna.JPG" /></a></div><br />Como tinha que ser<br />Só nos restou o escuro<br />Fique mais um pouco<br />Espere ao menos o sol aparecer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5710138639360387866?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-2900433211225571142011-07-11T12:23:00.001-03:002011-07-11T14:22:13.656-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXeJGx2zCbc/ThsVOtp6VmI/AAAAAAAABfI/VCIdVZ_gDaw/s1600/Porta%2Bem%2BParanapiacaba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXeJGx2zCbc/ThsVOtp6VmI/AAAAAAAABfI/VCIdVZ_gDaw/s320/Porta%2Bem%2BParanapiacaba.jpg" /></a></div><br />Terminou o café<br />Silenciosamente levantou-se da mesa<br /><br />Saiu pela porta da frente <br />Ficaram-lhe as chaves<br /><br />Naquela manhã fria (sem olhar para trás)<br />Abandonou o conforto de sua vida vazia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-290043321122557114?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-82713474021217292212011-07-07T14:13:00.000-03:002011-07-07T14:13:18.864-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b579cz-RJJI/ThXpFwkZQmI/AAAAAAAABfA/bMWuT63b39s/s1600/Livros%2BFP.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b579cz-RJJI/ThXpFwkZQmI/AAAAAAAABfA/bMWuT63b39s/s320/Livros%2BFP.JPG" /></a></div><br />Têm vontade própria<br />São vivos<br /><br />Quando para nós se calam<br />Não merecem o castigo<br />De ficar em estantes esquecidos<br /><br />Poderão dizer o que antes nos diziam<br />Nas mãos de algum vizinho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8271347402121729221?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-30718648962551291432011-07-07T10:37:00.000-03:002011-07-07T10:37:05.427-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUArIfIOATo/ThW2Zu7cJPI/AAAAAAAABe4/-feqzhY7mNQ/s1600/Quadrados%2Bprogressivos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUArIfIOATo/ThW2Zu7cJPI/AAAAAAAABe4/-feqzhY7mNQ/s320/Quadrados%2Bprogressivos.JPG" /></a></div><br />Relevos na estante<br />Aleatoriamente tateados<br />Sons no piano<br /><br />A escolha de um livro<br />Um poeta esquecido<br /><br />O verso continua vivo<br />Um arrepio<br />Retorno ao passado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-3071864896255129143?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-13971681973355629002011-07-07T08:41:00.000-03:002011-07-07T08:41:52.635-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igkQffNvGTw/ThWbGWD3GuI/AAAAAAAABew/DTahqo3X1ig/s1600/Cantor%2Bsolit%25C3%25A1rio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igkQffNvGTw/ThWbGWD3GuI/AAAAAAAABew/DTahqo3X1ig/s320/Cantor%2Bsolit%25C3%25A1rio.JPG" /></a></div><br />Ponte<br />Entre o mundo<br />De quem escreve<br />Com o de quem aprecia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-1397168197335562900?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-56638155905774659392011-07-06T14:47:00.000-03:002011-07-06T14:47:19.357-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kJPNSQh9sc/ThSfSyucL7I/AAAAAAAABeo/FIzQZqviPwA/s1600/Neide%2Bna%2BTorre.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kJPNSQh9sc/ThSfSyucL7I/AAAAAAAABeo/FIzQZqviPwA/s320/Neide%2Bna%2BTorre.JPG" /></a></div><br />Esponja porosa<br />Absorve todo o líquido<br />Que nela encosta<br /><br />Quando saturada<br />Se espremida<br />Jorra<br /><br />Se elevada<br />Logo em seguida<br />Pinga pinga pinga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5663815590577465939?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-63560509207543728242011-07-04T17:07:00.000-03:002011-07-04T17:07:05.646-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pe__7m_l8lY/ThIdXdBeY1I/AAAAAAAABeg/AkWkNW5A5aI/s1600/Sentado%2Bcom%2Bmusgo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pe__7m_l8lY/ThIdXdBeY1I/AAAAAAAABeg/AkWkNW5A5aI/s320/Sentado%2Bcom%2Bmusgo.JPG" /></a></div><br />Voltado para o umbigo<br />Teço um casulo<br />E me mantenho aquecido<br /><br />Preciso lembrar<br />Que a metamorfose<br />É só uma etapa no ciclo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6356050920754372824?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-56327303334520844532011-07-04T07:54:00.000-03:002011-07-04T07:54:01.573-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG-zOhBDELM/ThGbwXv8PfI/AAAAAAAABeY/dVzYT0gOpyg/s1600/P%25C3%25A1ssaro%2Bfeoz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG-zOhBDELM/ThGbwXv8PfI/AAAAAAAABeY/dVzYT0gOpyg/s320/P%25C3%25A1ssaro%2Bfeoz.jpg" /></a></div><br />Encher a boca de farinha<br />Para que não acabasse<br />Cheia de formigas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5632730333452084453?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-82979080515801667872011-07-01T10:23:00.001-03:002011-07-01T14:07:46.520-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otV8b4gj6Lw/Tg3GR42LgFI/AAAAAAAABeI/4M4w9ylep3o/s1600/Monte%2Bde%2Bslides.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otV8b4gj6Lw/Tg3GR42LgFI/AAAAAAAABeI/4M4w9ylep3o/s320/Monte%2Bde%2Bslides.JPG" /></a></div><br />Ter que te procurar<br />E só conseguir te encontar<br />Nas entrelinhas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8297908051580166787?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-47080367235638197252011-06-29T17:16:00.001-03:002011-06-29T17:21:09.505-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFEd4xeZWf0/TguHy0LGxyI/AAAAAAAABeA/DvLgyso9v7w/s1600/Fernando%2BPessoa%2B1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFEd4xeZWf0/TguHy0LGxyI/AAAAAAAABeA/DvLgyso9v7w/s320/Fernando%2BPessoa%2B1.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEAwSGFaNyw/TguHn_xsB2I/AAAAAAAABd4/wRck-3HCJOI/s1600/Fernando%2BPessoa%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEAwSGFaNyw/TguHn_xsB2I/AAAAAAAABd4/wRck-3HCJOI/s320/Fernando%2BPessoa%2B2.JPG" /></a></div><br />E pela manhã renasço<br />Sou outro<br />Me movo no cadáver de mim mesmo<br />Aquele que habitava até ontem<br />Nada de novo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4708036723563819725?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-37393922100520342922011-06-22T08:00:00.002-03:002011-06-22T12:54:21.950-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOtjqVuEqZU/TgHK56Db3RI/AAAAAAAABdw/XMpM5ol97T4/s1600/M%25C3%25B3veis%2Bvoando.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOtjqVuEqZU/TgHK56Db3RI/AAAAAAAABdw/XMpM5ol97T4/s320/M%25C3%25B3veis%2Bvoando.JPG" /></a></div><br />Apoiando-te em pensamentos sem lastro<br />Não há como contar uma mesma mentira duas vezes<br />Sem que algo seja inevitavelmente alterado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-3739392210052034292?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-38527061064174388342011-06-17T07:52:00.000-03:002011-06-17T07:52:12.698-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP5YbFWNUK0/TfsuBXPuswI/AAAAAAAABdo/iQJv6nrLf3g/s1600/Sal%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2Bfestas%2Bcom%2Bpalco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP5YbFWNUK0/TfsuBXPuswI/AAAAAAAABdo/iQJv6nrLf3g/s320/Sal%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2Bfestas%2Bcom%2Bpalco.jpg" /></a></div><br />Do seu choro sem sentido<br />Com cantos de grilo<br />Cigarra e passarinho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-3852706106417438834?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-60538073683954300372011-06-16T16:56:00.002-03:002011-07-11T14:24:07.640-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MgHGZCsIME/Tfpf7_mzNVI/AAAAAAAABdg/7YueYmxWwEM/s1600/Cle%25C3%25B3patra%2Be%2Ba%2Bcobra.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MgHGZCsIME/Tfpf7_mzNVI/AAAAAAAABdg/7YueYmxWwEM/s320/Cle%25C3%25B3patra%2Be%2Ba%2Bcobra.JPG" /></a></div><br />Aquele que odeia o acontecido<br />Quando o acontecido nem ao menos se importa<br />Com o ódio que lhe é dirigido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6053807368395430037?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-63622750704190236422011-06-16T12:19:00.001-03:002011-06-16T14:24:10.035-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYaTmYaGcuQ/Tfoe_4EfxHI/AAAAAAAABdY/HLzbLGnILmA/s1600/Neide%2Bsobre%2Ba%2Bpont%2Bneuf.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYaTmYaGcuQ/Tfoe_4EfxHI/AAAAAAAABdY/HLzbLGnILmA/s320/Neide%2Bsobre%2Ba%2Bpont%2Bneuf.JPG" /></a></div><br />O vento<br /><br />Sem o capim balançando<br />E as ondas do mar?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6362275070419023642?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-12324724815028239482011-06-15T09:17:00.001-03:002011-06-16T14:25:28.091-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1HOp-Qheng/TfiiuyJTkwI/AAAAAAAABdQ/L3JbTUHlHK0/s1600/Dois%2Bseres%2Bna%2Bgaiola.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1HOp-Qheng/TfiiuyJTkwI/AAAAAAAABdQ/L3JbTUHlHK0/s320/Dois%2Bseres%2Bna%2Bgaiola.JPG" /></a></div><br />Não se pode prever o futuro<br />O presente é um ponto inexistente<br />E o passado uma (frágil) interpretação dos fatos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-1232472481502823948?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-73625730984869613662011-06-14T09:47:00.000-03:002011-06-14T09:47:38.376-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DXfDQooT_E/TfdXD8BQVdI/AAAAAAAABdI/0aGh2poQvUs/s1600/Adora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bfeminina.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DXfDQooT_E/TfdXD8BQVdI/AAAAAAAABdI/0aGh2poQvUs/s320/Adora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bfeminina.JPG" /></a></div><br />Me vejo<br />na beira da praia<br />Esperando<br />que o mar me traga<br />Você<br />dentro de uma garrafa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-7362573098486961366?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-9978752901914282222011-06-09T16:48:00.000-03:002011-06-09T16:48:32.537-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYzKVvTx7ew/TfEjhc_dRKI/AAAAAAAABdA/QuaxwqPI61M/s1600/Picasso%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYzKVvTx7ew/TfEjhc_dRKI/AAAAAAAABdA/QuaxwqPI61M/s320/Picasso%2B2.JPG" /></a></div><br />Choveu até há pouco<br />E nas poças da calçada<br />A lua se banha<br />Nua e desavergonhada <br />Mantendo polido o brilho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-997875290191428222?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-45804203114021387972011-06-09T15:26:00.000-03:002011-06-09T15:26:38.352-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UB090x2t1Cc/TfEQVjCaIvI/AAAAAAAABc4/A_GcCn0MiLE/s1600/Quadrado%2Bazul%2Be%2Bmancha%2Bpreta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UB090x2t1Cc/TfEQVjCaIvI/AAAAAAAABc4/A_GcCn0MiLE/s320/Quadrado%2Bazul%2Be%2Bmancha%2Bpreta.JPG" /></a></div><br />A porta do mundo bateu<br />E me trancou do lado de fora<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4580420311402138797?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-77190706875516436362011-06-08T15:37:00.000-03:002011-06-08T15:37:00.744-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCRKSAmgMmY/Te_BQVhX0yI/AAAAAAAABcw/8xWRdcu8j_g/s1600/Parque%2Blage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCRKSAmgMmY/Te_BQVhX0yI/AAAAAAAABcw/8xWRdcu8j_g/s320/Parque%2Blage.jpg" /></a></div><br />Veste toda a serra<br />Um manto branco e macio<br />O céu toca a terra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-7719070687551643636?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-60159356456404764732011-06-07T08:06:00.001-03:002011-06-08T10:58:30.301-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6jgGAFRUnY/Te4GGcuCvoI/AAAAAAAABco/9uaUVyt6dSU/s1600/Carlos%2BDrummond%2Bde%2BAndrade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6jgGAFRUnY/Te4GGcuCvoI/AAAAAAAABco/9uaUVyt6dSU/s320/Carlos%2BDrummond%2Bde%2BAndrade.jpg" /></a></div><br />E já penso as baboseiras relacionadas ao fim de tudo<br />Não é medo da morte ou do desconhecido <br />Mas a certeza de ser mesmo falível<br />E a impossibilidade de não ver como ficarão as coisas no futuro<br />É sentir alteradas algumas funções<br />Até então não percebidas<br />(Só se lembra dos dentes quando eles nos doem)<br />Mas também há um lado bom nisto tudo<br />O fato de não dar mais tanta importância ao desimportante<br />De ver menos urgência no que até então pareceu tão urgente<br />Acho que é tal da serenidade que chega<br />E mesmo sem pedir licença<br />Senta-se para compartilhar a bebida a conversa e a mesa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6015935645640476473?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-77559134535808331922011-06-06T09:24:00.001-03:002011-06-06T13:57:06.132-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qSOdigJnH-8/TezG53W9kQI/AAAAAAAABcg/cESsW8QYr1A/s1600/Refletindo%2Bsob%2Bo%2Bespelho.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qSOdigJnH-8/TezG53W9kQI/AAAAAAAABcg/cESsW8QYr1A/s320/Refletindo%2Bsob%2Bo%2Bespelho.JPG" /></a></div><br />Escondeu-a entre as quatro paredes<br />E me devolveu uma outra imagem<br /><br />Uma mão bloqueia a minha mão<br />E o vidro não me deixa atravessar<br /><br />Venceu-me o tempo em definitivo (admito)<br />Não há mais o que resgatar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-7755913453580833192?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-86688468478796198222011-06-06T08:47:00.000-03:002011-06-06T08:47:14.572-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofr8mkRdrDs/Tey-F46TKVI/AAAAAAAABcY/M1aheX_wEtY/s1600/Urinol.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofr8mkRdrDs/Tey-F46TKVI/AAAAAAAABcY/M1aheX_wEtY/s320/Urinol.JPG" /></a></div><br />Chicoteia a rocha<br />Dia após dia<br /><br />Faz da pequena fenda<br />Uma galeria<br /><br />Ocupa as entranhas<br />Impõe-se pela teimosia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8668846847879619822?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-55597754367955712032011-06-06T08:22:00.001-03:002011-06-06T08:23:19.312-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUOh-BLXH8w/Tey4aySFBoI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_8OYkeVeNOU/s1600/Museu%2BGeorge%2BPompidou.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUOh-BLXH8w/Tey4aySFBoI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_8OYkeVeNOU/s320/Museu%2BGeorge%2BPompidou.JPG" /></a></div><br />Também tendo manter o meu por lá<br />Mas mas não penso e prendê-lo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5559775436795571203?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-73221446433028042412011-06-03T14:21:00.001-03:002011-06-04T10:50:38.700-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mm9uUOIobs/TekYJ1fzG2I/AAAAAAAABcI/Xkj2mwuVGv0/s1600/Mo%25C3%25A7a%2Bafogada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mm9uUOIobs/TekYJ1fzG2I/AAAAAAAABcI/Xkj2mwuVGv0/s320/Mo%25C3%25A7a%2Bafogada.JPG" /></a></div><br />Combinam tão bem<br />Quanto café com pão<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-7322144643302804241?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-47649976775624063512011-06-02T11:57:00.002-03:002011-06-03T07:29:03.304-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S881slgyvsU/Teeeojex9CI/AAAAAAAABb8/IpmaV8OSsuk/s1600/Dem%25C3%25B4nios%2Bem%2Brevoada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S881slgyvsU/Teeeojex9CI/AAAAAAAABb8/IpmaV8OSsuk/s320/Dem%25C3%25B4nios%2Bem%2Brevoada.JPG" /></a></div><br />Caminha ao longo da estrada<br />Fala para si<br />Olhando o asfalto<br /><br />Tem por companhia<br />Um cão magro<br />Que o segue sempre atrás em um passo<br /><br />Em sua mente monástica<br />Brigam<br />O profano e o sagrado<br /><br />Santos confusos e orixás mal desenhados<br />Envolvidos em disputas selvagens<br />E rituais macabros<br /><br />Obriga-se a agir<br />Como justiceiro<br />Neste mundo de pecados<br /><br />Com uma lâmina afiada<br />Corta as mãos<br />Dos que querem tocá-lo<br /><br />Persegue e decepa as cabeças<br />Daqueles que fogem<br />Tentando deixá-lo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4764997677562406351?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-31506476320831517252011-06-01T09:00:00.004-03:002011-06-01T18:12:16.014-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHoz8U-lXE0/TeYo9--YihI/AAAAAAAABbs/WCzX1XUjboc/s1600/M%25C3%25BAltiplos%2Bvetores.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHoz8U-lXE0/TeYo9--YihI/AAAAAAAABbs/WCzX1XUjboc/s320/M%25C3%25BAltiplos%2Bvetores.JPG" /></a></div><br />Por longas horas<br />Ideias multiventaram em minha cabeça<br /><br />Até sufocarem-me a consciência<br />O resto foi só calmaria<br /><br />Acordei com o sol nascendo<br />Sem reconhecer a praia<br /><br />A maré tinha lavado todas as marcas<br />Para outros mundos se foram as referências<br /><br />Deixou-me a esperar pela próxima embarcação<br />E uma urgência em ter que fazer novas pegadas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-3150647632083151725?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-40847984231392106532011-05-31T17:39:00.002-03:002011-06-08T16:15:50.363-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMEi0bMPGZ0/TeVR7j9iW1I/AAAAAAAABbk/xLRevOig9_A/s1600/Banquinho%2Binvertido.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMEi0bMPGZ0/TeVR7j9iW1I/AAAAAAAABbk/xLRevOig9_A/s320/Banquinho%2Binvertido.JPG" /></a></div><br />Este maldito bem-te-vi<br />Que insiste em denunciar minha presença<br />Mesmo quando penso não estar aqui<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4084798423139210653?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-9978371633160507242011-05-31T16:17:00.005-03:002011-06-04T10:52:27.107-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49gK6nAOO4Y/TeU-cDIvJKI/AAAAAAAABbc/snSH5r7Q0kw/s1600/Olando%2Ba%2Bloja%2Bde%2Bervas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49gK6nAOO4Y/TeU-cDIvJKI/AAAAAAAABbc/snSH5r7Q0kw/s320/Olando%2Ba%2Bloja%2Bde%2Bervas.JPG" /></a></div><br />Sem seu corpo geminado<br />Minha temperatura baixou<br /><br />Vesti pijama e meias<br />Aumentei cobertas<br /><br />Fechei portas e janelas<br />Vedei frestas<br /><br />Mas nada adiantou<br />Dormi congelado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-997837163316050724?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-38473517499678397122011-05-31T11:06:00.000-03:002011-05-31T11:06:57.548-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij756GeRdp8/TeT18nKxjnI/AAAAAAAABbU/iBNJk7M-BXQ/s1600/Madona%2Bchorando.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij756GeRdp8/TeT18nKxjnI/AAAAAAAABbU/iBNJk7M-BXQ/s320/Madona%2Bchorando.JPG" /></a></div><br />No carro<br />Em disparada<br /><br />Bêbado<br />Assutado<br /><br />Avança pela noite<br />Encharcada<br /><br />Não enxerga o asfalto<br />Já não percebe mais nada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-3847351749967839712?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-50890739425946657022011-05-31T09:48:00.000-03:002011-05-31T09:48:11.037-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqMY59TxFlU/TeTjhnrkRcI/AAAAAAAABbM/UNIZzwidVSk/s1600/Mirante%2Bdo%2BJardin%2Bde%2Bplantes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqMY59TxFlU/TeTjhnrkRcI/AAAAAAAABbM/UNIZzwidVSk/s320/Mirante%2Bdo%2BJardin%2Bde%2Bplantes.JPG" /></a></div><br />Cada vez mais<br />Ampla<br />E a luz da lua<br />Já<br />Nem todos os cantos<br />Alcança<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5089073942594665702?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-22929867709670215862011-05-30T15:06:00.001-03:002011-05-30T15:16:45.468-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zE85OrmAlZo/TePcpziAAmI/AAAAAAAABbE/k9QbZ1XAnok/s1600/Serra%2Bcom%2Bdentes%2Bquebrados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zE85OrmAlZo/TePcpziAAmI/AAAAAAAABbE/k9QbZ1XAnok/s320/Serra%2Bcom%2Bdentes%2Bquebrados.jpg" /></a></div><br />Cortando bem no centro<br />Com um serrote<br /><br />Disseste que era só para ver<br />Se tinha algo lá dentro<br /><br />Acreditei<br />Dei sorte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2292986770967021586?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-90442611375169405032011-05-30T10:57:00.000-03:002011-05-30T10:57:55.663-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JX0nAO5BETo/TeOh4BMnvRI/AAAAAAAABa8/aEeC1t-tXNg/s1600/Cidade%2Bcalma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JX0nAO5BETo/TeOh4BMnvRI/AAAAAAAABa8/aEeC1t-tXNg/s320/Cidade%2Bcalma.jpg" /></a></div><br />Lá no interior<br />Aprende a escrever mijando<br />A nadar matando aula<br />A gostar das coisas espiando<br />A correr roubando fruta<br />A a competir cuspindo<br />A suportar a dor se machucando<br />A resolver diferenças encarando<br />Aprende na rua a viver num mundo<br />(Até certo ponto) Mais humano<br />Como fizera seu pai antes dele<br />E agora vive lhe recriminando<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-9044261137516940503?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-27401268622316436362011-05-27T14:41:00.000-03:002011-05-27T14:41:08.580-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NszXoGQivls/Td_iHe1SszI/AAAAAAAABa0/WrCsJqF_y14/s1600/Oferenda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NszXoGQivls/Td_iHe1SszI/AAAAAAAABa0/WrCsJqF_y14/s320/Oferenda.jpg" /></a></div>Junto ao espelho d'água<br />Dando de comer às carpas<br />O silêncio cessa<br />Com o som grave dos peixes<br />Com pressa em sorver migalhas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2740126862231643636?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-85818025805494718082011-05-27T09:06:00.000-03:002011-05-27T09:06:28.350-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNWNlGOWIiU/Td-TnamWc0I/AAAAAAAABas/Dr-vSfJz_no/s1600/Port%25C3%25A3o%2Bdo%2BParque%2BLage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNWNlGOWIiU/Td-TnamWc0I/AAAAAAAABas/Dr-vSfJz_no/s320/Port%25C3%25A3o%2Bdo%2BParque%2BLage.jpg" /></a></div><br />É tão sem sentido como viver<br />Ou contar com a sorte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8581802580549471808?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-84796643863111665952011-05-26T15:28:00.000-03:002011-05-26T15:28:32.897-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfJE66sUO5o/Td6by7TSN7I/AAAAAAAABak/moYTA9ck6g8/s1600/Casal%2Btriste.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfJE66sUO5o/Td6by7TSN7I/AAAAAAAABak/moYTA9ck6g8/s320/Casal%2Btriste.JPG" /></a></div><br />Respondo em pensamento<br />Quando te calas<br />Sinto que faltou-nos entendimento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8479664386311166595?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-20542636901907408922011-05-25T14:18:00.000-03:002011-05-25T14:18:03.544-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtKpesIs3B8/Td05mxCxYKI/AAAAAAAABac/35YmOqE1m7U/s1600/Pap%25C3%25A9is%2Besparsos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtKpesIs3B8/Td05mxCxYKI/AAAAAAAABac/35YmOqE1m7U/s320/Pap%25C3%25A9is%2Besparsos.JPG" /></a></div><br />Todos os dias<br /><br />Procurar<br />Achar<br />Identificar<br /><br />Por para funcionar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2054263690190740892?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-87250653697678307962011-05-20T08:19:00.004-03:002011-05-20T08:23:24.159-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw4vxoyvOSU/TdZO7Tdc2TI/AAAAAAAABaU/7yY0zzLzfOw/s1600/Baralho.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw4vxoyvOSU/TdZO7Tdc2TI/AAAAAAAABaU/7yY0zzLzfOw/s320/Baralho.JPG" /></a></div><br />O nome precede o homem<br />O caráter precede o homem<br />O homem precede o homem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8725065369767830796?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-34521567607531049872011-05-20T07:48:00.001-03:002011-05-29T10:06:13.803-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0I1NgWHGM8/TdZHBwfup-I/AAAAAAAABaM/uas4Z6q-Ftk/s1600/Cabe%25C3%25A7a%2Bfechada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0I1NgWHGM8/TdZHBwfup-I/AAAAAAAABaM/uas4Z6q-Ftk/s320/Cabe%25C3%25A7a%2Bfechada.JPG" /></a></div><br />A tudo que não seja estrela<br /><br />A tudo que não seja música<br />Tapar as orelhas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-3452156760753104987?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-73457573183033944502011-05-19T16:18:00.005-03:002011-05-29T10:03:38.875-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMuStAvFjT4/TdVtAX3F5wI/AAAAAAAABaE/empJGfsFlWM/s1600/Locomotiva%2Bdegenerada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMuStAvFjT4/TdVtAX3F5wI/AAAAAAAABaE/empJGfsFlWM/s320/Locomotiva%2Bdegenerada.jpg" /></a></div><br />Demorei a aceitar<br />Que na via única da vida<br />Em sentido contrário<br />Não é possível trafegar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-7345757318303394450?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-48309043395106506212011-05-19T13:01:00.001-03:002011-05-19T13:15:10.839-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BA_0SdXnFu0/TdU-3T5Z6sI/AAAAAAAABZ8/BkBDfHWgmxA/s1600/Flor%2Bcom%2Binseto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BA_0SdXnFu0/TdU-3T5Z6sI/AAAAAAAABZ8/BkBDfHWgmxA/s320/Flor%2Bcom%2Binseto.jpg" /></a></div><br />Basta que:<br /><br />Me dê um sorriso<br />E me achego<br /><br />Fale manso comigo<br />E me derreto<br /><br />Me dê um abraço<br />E me abrigo<br /><br />Não me mande embora<br />Aí eu fico<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4830904339510650621?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-14117792499664685382011-05-18T16:34:00.000-03:002011-05-18T16:34:08.353-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7wNuPYNiGA/TdQfHcd3XeI/AAAAAAAABZ0/iEYm9xOtfzg/s1600/Piso%2Bda%2Besta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2Bluz%2B1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7wNuPYNiGA/TdQfHcd3XeI/AAAAAAAABZ0/iEYm9xOtfzg/s320/Piso%2Bda%2Besta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2Bluz%2B1.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgTsEHQivhg/TdQfALVw_CI/AAAAAAAABZs/IpBKIAHbHMA/s1600/Piso%2Bda%2Besta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2Bluz%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgTsEHQivhg/TdQfALVw_CI/AAAAAAAABZs/IpBKIAHbHMA/s320/Piso%2Bda%2Besta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2Bluz%2B2.JPG" /></a></div><br />Em tempos de aquecimento<br />Com força suprema<br />Se precipita sobre o oceano<br />Em blocos imensos<br />Numa sequência de estrondos<br /><br />Flutuam por um tempo<br />Mas sucumbem ao poder do líquido<br />Fundindo-se a este novo meio<br />Que de bom grado<br />Lentamente os vai recebendo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-1411779249966468538?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-64486133187302677132011-05-18T15:45:00.000-03:002011-05-18T15:45:43.904-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMpPnzVvtHA/TdQTz4HvRXI/AAAAAAAABZk/F9rEOCbObsg/s1600/Lago%2Bvivo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMpPnzVvtHA/TdQTz4HvRXI/AAAAAAAABZk/F9rEOCbObsg/s320/Lago%2Bvivo.jpg" /></a></div><br />Na superfície do lago<br />Por um instante<br />Faz igualarem-se as substâncias<br /><br />E como sólido<br />O líquido se comporta<br /><br />Mas a farsa é logo quebrada<br />Sem prévio aviso<br />Ele a abraça<br />Deglute<br />E para o fundo a pedra é levada<br /><br />Aumenta assim a sua coleção<br />Em mais uma peça<br /><br />Em seguida se posta com a mesma atitude serena<br />A espera da próxima vítima<br />Lançada de sua margem como brincadeira<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6448613318730267713?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-22738354679318657662011-05-17T15:22:00.001-03:002011-05-29T10:09:19.653-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8otKJrpcq4/TdK86liaX7I/AAAAAAAABZc/9KTijGY64jM/s1600/Piscina%2Bde%2Bpeixes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8otKJrpcq4/TdK86liaX7I/AAAAAAAABZc/9KTijGY64jM/s320/Piscina%2Bde%2Bpeixes.jpg" /></a></div><br />O peixe circula<br />Sabe a distância segura<br />Mas a boca o trai<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2273835467931865766?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-44407010127360189942011-05-16T15:56:00.000-03:002011-05-16T15:56:31.669-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTR6lkAxU0Q/TdFzWjpStvI/AAAAAAAABZU/xzyFW48jg6I/s1600/Balan%25C3%25A7a%2Bcom%2Bferramentas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTR6lkAxU0Q/TdFzWjpStvI/AAAAAAAABZU/xzyFW48jg6I/s320/Balan%25C3%25A7a%2Bcom%2Bferramentas.jpg" /></a></div><br />Juntar as peças<br />Construir um mundo novo<br />E arriscar seu funcionamento<br />Que comprar miniaturas prontas<br />E mantê-las na estante<br />Como meros ornamentos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4440701012736018994?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-80754619643012425192011-05-16T14:24:00.000-03:002011-05-16T14:24:32.630-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xw6uI-kp1mA/TdFdxumoe9I/AAAAAAAABZM/Hfk4EDcUb-E/s1600/Mar%2Bno%2Bescuro.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xw6uI-kp1mA/TdFdxumoe9I/AAAAAAAABZM/Hfk4EDcUb-E/s320/Mar%2Bno%2Bescuro.JPG" /></a></div><br />É o mais profundo<br />Quando até os grilos<br />Se calam<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8075461964301242519?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-57288229563915455792011-05-16T09:57:00.000-03:002011-05-16T09:57:09.473-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7K5IMM26wwo/TdEe-Y0SF5I/AAAAAAAABZI/Ys2QHRzv_1A/s1600/Corpo+encoberto+entre+rios.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7K5IMM26wwo/TdEe-Y0SF5I/AAAAAAAABZI/Ys2QHRzv_1A/s320/Corpo+encoberto+entre+rios.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>A rosa<br />Generosa<br />Não se esconde<br /><br />Expõe<br />Dispõe<br />De toda a sua intimidade<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-5728822956391545579?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-62141810794615360582011-05-16T09:16:00.000-03:002011-05-16T09:16:08.042-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnWjK-OAqpg/TdEVMdhh0mI/AAAAAAAABZA/fPeYkGQnv3Q/s1600/Ernesto%2BNeto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnWjK-OAqpg/TdEVMdhh0mI/AAAAAAAABZA/fPeYkGQnv3Q/s320/Ernesto%2BNeto.jpg" /></a></div><br />Meia lua<br />Luz nenhuma<br />Som ausente<br />Desde hoje<br />Desde sempre<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6214181079461536058?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-89939523105984177862011-05-16T09:10:00.000-03:002011-05-16T09:10:15.078-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLd6ryXTCb4/TdEUGvxDULI/AAAAAAAABY4/aM_sZCAxemw/s1600/Amilcar%2Bde%2BCastro%2Bferro%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLd6ryXTCb4/TdEUGvxDULI/AAAAAAAABY4/aM_sZCAxemw/s320/Amilcar%2Bde%2BCastro%2Bferro%2B1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IhZ04OMytw/TdET9axpmKI/AAAAAAAABYw/rAzMtHfekPw/s1600/Amilcar%2Bde%2Bcastro%2Bferro%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IhZ04OMytw/TdET9axpmKI/AAAAAAAABYw/rAzMtHfekPw/s320/Amilcar%2Bde%2Bcastro%2Bferro%2B2.jpg" /></a></div><br />Até o ponto<br />Máximo<br /><br />Saber parar<br />Para não fracassar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8993952310598417786?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-290774639859007462011-05-13T14:13:00.001-03:002011-05-13T15:47:34.235-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofQ9vIywEC0/Tc1mkHjaMlI/AAAAAAAABYY/CKo-yQyfdDk/s1600/Ch%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2Bluzes%2Be%2Bquadrados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofQ9vIywEC0/Tc1mkHjaMlI/AAAAAAAABYY/CKo-yQyfdDk/s320/Ch%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2Bluzes%2Be%2Bquadrados.jpg" /></a></div><br />Numerar estrelas<br />Negar-lhes identidades<br />Que sentido faz?<br />Há suficientes nomes<br />Para tantas entidades?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-29077463985900746?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-86250570205513131242011-05-11T16:46:00.000-03:002011-05-11T16:46:03.590-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFK65R9RX4U/Tcrnbu2jdlI/AAAAAAAABYQ/IYevcxKJ7eY/s1600/Teto%2Bda%2Bigreja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFK65R9RX4U/Tcrnbu2jdlI/AAAAAAAABYQ/IYevcxKJ7eY/s320/Teto%2Bda%2Bigreja.jpg" /></a></div><br />Das torres e portais<br />Santos e anjos<br />(Alguns até bastante mutilados)<br /><br />Com seus corações de pedra<br />Olhos de pedra<br />E pés chumbados<br /><br />Despejam sobre o mundo<br />Seus semblantes de sofrimento e rancor<br />Que nem mesmo os séculos conseguiram atenuar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-8625057020551313124?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-40951424361070534572011-05-11T15:07:00.000-03:002011-05-11T15:07:06.083-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVH1Lvzqv48/TcrP-JdfYJI/AAAAAAAABYI/f2m9c5vdoco/s1600/Casal%2Bno%2Bmuseu%2Bda%2Bl%25C3%25ADngua.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVH1Lvzqv48/TcrP-JdfYJI/AAAAAAAABYI/f2m9c5vdoco/s320/Casal%2Bno%2Bmuseu%2Bda%2Bl%25C3%25ADngua.JPG" /></a></div><br />Explora <br /><br />Encontra<br />Acaricia<br /><br />Envolve<br />Acomoda<br /><br />A língua<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4095142436107053457?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-47871515406343874932011-05-09T16:00:00.001-03:002011-05-09T16:00:44.408-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FgyJRQ7SQM/Tcg5cpWYlbI/AAAAAAAABYA/gkSsUxTwsSw/s1600/Santana.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FgyJRQ7SQM/Tcg5cpWYlbI/AAAAAAAABYA/gkSsUxTwsSw/s320/Santana.JPG" /></a></div><br />Expressam diferentes mensagens<br /><br />A mão fala por si<br />É quase um ser completo<br /><br />A depender da posição<br />Desenho e movimento<br /><br />Passa uma impressão<br />Um comando<br />Um sentimento<br /><br />Chama<br />Expulsa<br />Acalma<br />Intimida<br />Incita<br />Ofende<br />Indaga<br />Recusa<br />Acolhe<br />Bloqueia<br />Referenda<br />Delimita<br />Apoia<br />Aponta<br />Reúne<br />Dimensiona<br />Reparte<br />Cobra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4787151540634387493?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-10310244507552139462011-05-06T15:55:00.001-03:002011-05-09T08:35:47.863-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DL0cfLWVxZM/TcREDQcxVQI/AAAAAAAABX4/u5DefgGdzdw/s1600/Pontos%2Bluminosos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DL0cfLWVxZM/TcREDQcxVQI/AAAAAAAABX4/u5DefgGdzdw/s320/Pontos%2Bluminosos.JPG" /></a></div><br />É farol alto em noite escura<br />Que numa ultrapassagem proibida<br /><br />Vem em sentido contrário<br />Ofusca a visão<br /><br />Nos tira da pista<br />Pois não há marcas no chão<br /><br />E faz com que batamos de frente<br />No primeiro desavisado que nos encontra na contramão<br /><br />São sempre muitas as vítimas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-1031024450755213946?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-21878063774343892642011-05-06T15:24:00.000-03:002011-05-06T15:24:09.398-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-4J2KTH5O8/TcQ8idtME5I/AAAAAAAABXw/hP2mQS2CTsU/s1600/Mon%25C3%25B3lito%2Bno%2Bch%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-4J2KTH5O8/TcQ8idtME5I/AAAAAAAABXw/hP2mQS2CTsU/s320/Mon%25C3%25B3lito%2Bno%2Bch%25C3%25A3o.JPG" /></a></div><br />A palavra carrega<br />Mais pesa<br /><br />Há palavras que quando caem<br />De tão pesadas fazem os seres desaparecer<br /><br />Se fincam no solo como monólitos<br />Desde sempre a ele soldadas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-2187806377434389264?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-41579629330983521742011-05-06T15:04:00.002-03:002011-05-09T16:05:45.103-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DklWMzJ5i0/TcQ0lbCZ9mI/AAAAAAAABXo/EMJn0-wYcT4/s1600/Kandinski%2B1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DklWMzJ5i0/TcQ0lbCZ9mI/AAAAAAAABXo/EMJn0-wYcT4/s320/Kandinski%2B1.JPG" /></a></div><br />E esta pessoa não reconheço<br /><br />Em mim desperta<br />Não mais que estranhamento<br /><br />Desconstruo sua face marmórea<br />Com um único murro<br /><br />E procuro nos fragmentos<br />Tingidos de vermelho<br /><br />Identificar pistas<br />Que me levem a mim mesmo<br /><br />Tentar recombinar o que não entendo<br />E recuperar algum sentido para o que vejo<br /><br />É o que me resta no momento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4157962933098352174?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-12272178162763027322011-05-03T09:02:00.000-03:002011-05-03T09:02:10.725-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U75dAb82yoY/Tb_urbD4lqI/AAAAAAAABXg/uVfDhfGEVfs/s1600/Girando%2B1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U75dAb82yoY/Tb_urbD4lqI/AAAAAAAABXg/uVfDhfGEVfs/s320/Girando%2B1.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjTwgWgNaGw/Tb_rsT7_p-I/AAAAAAAABXY/UwweNEQ3OQc/s1600/Girando%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjTwgWgNaGw/Tb_rsT7_p-I/AAAAAAAABXY/UwweNEQ3OQc/s320/Girando%2B2.JPG" /></a></div><br />A ilusão não nos tira do lugar<br /><br />Quando liberto pensei que estava<br />Mais preso que nunca me encontrava<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-1227217816276302732?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-43101588759063287682011-04-27T10:13:00.000-03:002011-04-27T10:13:21.649-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gaQddVkuCgQ/TbgVfILaAfI/AAAAAAAABXQ/SZVbDPF8jmg/s1600/Pontos%2Bvermelhos%2B1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gaQddVkuCgQ/TbgVfILaAfI/AAAAAAAABXQ/SZVbDPF8jmg/s320/Pontos%2Bvermelhos%2B1.JPG" /></a></div><br />A cortina cinza se desmancha em lágrimas<br />Sobre o rosário de carros<br />Que se estende à frente<br />Nestas ruas paradas<br /><br />Incontáveis almas<br />Que como a minha<br />Jazem entorpecidas<br />Num claustro escuro e abafado<br /><br />Contas vermelhas<br />Borradas<br />Quase arrastadas pela força da enxurrada<br />Roncos monótonos repetindo a mesma ladainha<br /><br />Penitência fielmente cumprida<br />Até a redenção prometida<br />Nos braços de quem possui alguém que as espere<br />No final de mais um longo dia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-4310158875906328768?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-91853263631793751992011-04-26T10:28:00.002-03:002011-04-26T11:07:25.103-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsuLs7yUV1I/TbbRkwVbFVI/AAAAAAAABXI/2xxYOT6fm_I/s1600/Mulher%2Bdormindo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsuLs7yUV1I/TbbRkwVbFVI/AAAAAAAABXI/2xxYOT6fm_I/s320/Mulher%2Bdormindo.JPG" /></a></div><br />E pelo meu lado direito<br />Ainda me alcança o teu cheiro<br />O lençol mantém nítida a impressão do teu corpo<br />E como resta calor neste teu travesseiro!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-9185326363179375199?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939730480818217268.post-67940467529375722642011-04-25T12:36:00.001-03:002011-04-25T15:27:59.492-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLlINsAwYpo/TbWU3KRegyI/AAAAAAAABWw/H2lHdny6azA/s1600/Mar%2Bcom%2Bp%25C3%25A1ssaros.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLlINsAwYpo/TbWU3KRegyI/AAAAAAAABWw/H2lHdny6azA/s320/Mar%2Bcom%2Bp%25C3%25A1ssaros.JPG" /></a></div><br />Tomei um ônibus<br />E curioso<br />Fui sozinho conhecer o mar<br /><br />Não coube em meus olhos<br /><br />Uma abóbada imensa<br />Mais alta que o chão<br />Que não despencava sobre a minha cabeça<br /><br />Caminhei descalço na areia a noite inteira<br /><br />Voltei para casa encantado por de ter realizado a proeza<br />De descobrir o teor exato de sal<br />Da substância maior que forma o planeta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939730480818217268-6794046752937572264?l=divertimentoclarinete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131476429186018881noreply@blogger.com0