tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75027785097413014382012-01-25T11:59:39.606ZÚltimo comboio para...Um espaço de palavras perdidas...
em caminhos poucas vezes partilhados.
Sonhados mas...sempre adiados,
não sei por que sorte ou fantasma
São...a sede de uma alma comum
inquirindo o porquê
A linguagem do silêncio de quem,
não a ele se resignahelenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.comBlogger4051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-56153113488341613492011-12-17T19:15:00.001Z2011-12-18T02:00:01.427Zdo meu SER para o teu ESTAR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">PINTURA: helenabranco</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">...porque o tempo abriu em nós o lugar d encontro</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> verbo luminoso</span><span style="font-size: large;"> na ramificação das côres</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> onde crescer a lucidez...entre feliz no olhar o outro</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> de mim...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> BOM NATAL</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5615311348834161349?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-79780697070898563232011-11-01T23:10:00.002Z2011-11-02T00:19:09.497Ztomando o sal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_vvFvopmjA/TrBqcoEmINI/AAAAAAAACXY/zsXDJP2P1AU/s1600/6301298439_29297af5b5_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_vvFvopmjA/TrBqcoEmINI/AAAAAAAACXY/zsXDJP2P1AU/s640/6301298439_29297af5b5_b.jpg" width="640px" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">a sumir nas águas</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">s escreve um vocábulo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">nú agreste </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">sobrem o longe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">algas e búzios </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">d azul anoitecido </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a perderem se na vocálise </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">já sem sintaxe as pedras</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">tomando o sal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a espera feliz</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">da maré</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: Paul Weiland)</span> </span> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7978069707089856323?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-46590595732110755352011-09-17T13:38:00.001+01:002011-09-17T13:39:51.732+01:00a... penas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpeGRxMVEa8/TnSPbQPOQVI/AAAAAAAACXE/3fr7Y0wTjaA/s1600/282635_223075081061597_112890882080018_570619_281525_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpeGRxMVEa8/TnSPbQPOQVI/AAAAAAAACXE/3fr7Y0wTjaA/s640/282635_223075081061597_112890882080018_570619_281525_n.jpg" width="582px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: google </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">bem poderia ser</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">um dia mais </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">um</span><span style="font-size: large;"> compasso metódico</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">do verso no pulsar anónimo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">dos dedos canto chão</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">mas é mais</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">alto elevado d urgencia</span><span style="font-size: large;"> d ave</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que apura o voo sem atropelo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">hoje sou o próprio rumo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que desregra vontade</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">sem perda que me cegue</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">nem ausência </span><span style="font-size: large;">que m impeça</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">sou a crença de ser </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">a penas da razão </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">sozinha</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-4659059573211075535?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-4735369390561613802011-09-04T12:33:00.003+01:002011-09-04T12:57:45.232+01:00longínquos...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_en4S_61Qs/TmNhA_6DgII/AAAAAAAACXA/9g-tSh6iNB4/s1600/5795540165_7b10d44e26_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="483px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_en4S_61Qs/TmNhA_6DgII/AAAAAAAACXA/9g-tSh6iNB4/s640/5795540165_7b10d44e26_b.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /></a></div><div closure_uid_lpm6ac="116" closure_uid_unlp8t="197" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><span closure_uid_lpm6ac="137" closure_uid_od0fsr="257" closure_uid_unlp8t="188" style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto:Google</span></div><div closure_uid_lpm6ac="116" closure_uid_unlp8t="197" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span closure_uid_h45ulm="167" closure_uid_lpm6ac="126" style="font-size: large;">há vagares nos olhos por encontrar a viagem</span></div><div closure_uid_unlp8t="197" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que somos a caminho...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-473536939056161380?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-62053473960264489112011-07-30T11:04:00.001+01:002011-07-30T11:05:37.781+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" closure_uid_j2aecd="120" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiJJp8fTxQY/TjPVtxAkt8I/AAAAAAAACW4/nPjR8ExJCIs/s1600/BANGLADESH+DOIS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiJJp8fTxQY/TjPVtxAkt8I/AAAAAAAACW4/nPjR8ExJCIs/s640/BANGLADESH+DOIS.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_j2aecd="120" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span closure_uid_j2aecd="208" closure_uid_kp8ud1="125" style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: google</span></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_j2aecd="120" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span closure_uid_j2aecd="245" style="font-size: xx-small;"> <span style="font-size: large;">no comment!</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-6205347396026448911?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-6035337253027343222011-07-26T09:25:00.003+01:002011-07-26T09:40:30.505+01:00HAVERÁ TEMPO ...V<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WunJzqMag-Y/Ti5xSwB6uGI/AAAAAAAACWk/NsdlXqdMHi8/s1600/imigra.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WunJzqMag-Y/Ti5xSwB6uGI/AAAAAAAACWk/NsdlXqdMHi8/s640/imigra.gif" t$="true" width="640px" /></a></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span closure_uid_31f2dp="270" style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span closure_uid_31f2dp="270" style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto: Google</span></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span closure_uid_31f2dp="554" style="font-size: large;">chão mais</span></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span closure_uid_31f2dp="554" style="font-size: large;">não houvesse</span></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span closure_uid_31f2dp="575" style="font-size: large;">rumo</span></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><div closure_uid_pmfknk="95"><span closure_uid_31f2dp="576" style="font-size: large;">nem vento norte</span></div></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><div closure_uid_pmfknk="97"><span closure_uid_skwu96="97" style="font-size: large;">a sós com o silêncio</span></div><div closure_uid_pmfknk="97"><span style="font-size: large;">no ventre</span></div><div closure_uid_pmfknk="97"><span closure_uid_31f2dp="577" style="font-size: large;">agarrado ao leme</span></div></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span closure_uid_31f2dp="579" style="font-size: large;">coração líquido</span></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><div closure_uid_goy1sj="97"><span style="font-size: large;">a bater sorte</span></div></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que não a morte</span></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">donde o céu sumiu</span></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span closure_uid_31f2dp="578" style="font-size: large;">e o Pôvo</span></div><div closure_uid_31f2dp="535" closure_uid_skwu96="99" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-603533725302734322?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-56819218709042761392011-07-08T14:07:00.003+01:002011-07-08T14:12:04.812+01:00omnissapiência<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVqc_408PDc/Thb5MJd1-_I/AAAAAAAACWc/moSNwent6XY/s1600/Carlos+Pereira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVqc_408PDc/Thb5MJd1-_I/AAAAAAAACWc/moSNwent6XY/s640/Carlos+Pereira.jpg" width="426px" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: Carlos Pereira</span></div><span style="font-size: large;">por mais</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">s esconda </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">há sempre</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">alguém que dê</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pela fragrância</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Luz instante</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">lapidar o Tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">nem grade </span><span style="font-size: large;">a extingue </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">nem alma </span><span style="font-size: large;">indivudue </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">o corpo </span><span style="font-size: large;">vivido </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">matriz no olhar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que somos</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5681921870904276139?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-10106824842341722052011-07-05T12:53:00.001+01:002011-07-05T13:12:08.302+01:00...vocábulo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXKKtWB4OFI/ThLzBCHgVNI/AAAAAAAACWU/DbUE530i7Pg/s1600/13529violino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXKKtWB4OFI/ThLzBCHgVNI/AAAAAAAACWU/DbUE530i7Pg/s640/13529violino.jpg" width="640px" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: google</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> s escreva</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> em vão não queira</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> esse teu jeito ausente</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> de ficar </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> que trago</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> paul da tua boca doce amargo</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> rubra cegueira </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> na mente prenhe de sonhar</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> rogo à noite encerre em bruma</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> o dizer na voz lassa e passageira</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> a saudade de ti qualquer coisa</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> decaída da razão que me resiste</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> amarga dolorosa sem </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> ser triste</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1010682484234172205?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-30848131979367246662011-06-21T05:57:00.001+01:002011-06-21T06:04:35.363+01:00por...abrir<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqoZmikvi7o/TgAho5pIvTI/AAAAAAAACWM/a6mWl7maPUk/s1600/5855618270_98fdccf04a_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqoZmikvi7o/TgAho5pIvTI/AAAAAAAACWM/a6mWl7maPUk/s640/5855618270_98fdccf04a_b.jpg" width="480px" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:trust yeshu</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> ... antes do alvorecer<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> a flor acima do silencio</span></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-3084813197936724666?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-51539616398046929402011-06-14T11:16:00.002+01:002011-06-14T11:22:27.129+01:00ESTROFE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zuo-cJeY_oQ/TfcxGI3Ei0I/AAAAAAAACWA/vp5Kku3ejB8/s1600/5796530826_5f0b0a74db_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zuo-cJeY_oQ/TfcxGI3Ei0I/AAAAAAAACWA/vp5Kku3ejB8/s640/5796530826_5f0b0a74db_b.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto:Dzmitry Parul</span></div><div align="right" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">viagem no rosto</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">das frâgoas onde pousar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">urgência que </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">decante</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">seja amor eu ainda</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">ínfima estrofe a sorte </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">de vagar pálida sílaba</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">o poema </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que nos une</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5153961639804692940?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-71131585375258920132011-06-08T10:47:00.000+01:002011-06-08T10:47:52.738+01:00...entre os ramos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcjBX8uhJGU/Te892d_krgI/AAAAAAAACV4/_dBCduD6ih4/s1600/imagesCA758NUR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcjBX8uhJGU/Te892d_krgI/AAAAAAAACV4/_dBCduD6ih4/s640/imagesCA758NUR.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:google (c)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> pássaro doído</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> dentre</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> o silencio </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">arborescente </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> escutando </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> o </span><span style="font-size: large;">movimento </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> arterial</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> da terra </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">como se verde</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> fosse a guerra</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> e o ódio do homem</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> ventre</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7113158537525892013?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-79594777196974424452011-06-03T13:54:00.001+01:002011-06-03T13:59:32.342+01:00palavra de ...palavras<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OM2PhqWES4U/TejTBk6tiHI/AAAAAAAACV0/lNPlEeeGXsE/s1600/4383022638_4b95a40b93.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OM2PhqWES4U/TejTBk6tiHI/AAAAAAAACV0/lNPlEeeGXsE/s640/4383022638_4b95a40b93.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:google(c)</span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;">fios perdidos de tinta</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> lustrilhos d alma incontida</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> a porfiar </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> ventos e brumas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> assomam</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> o pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> vocábulo anoitecido</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> um solista </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> dimanando</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> perspícua </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> voz </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> no silencio</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> que POETA</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> devaneia</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7959477719697442445?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-28715148585414902032011-05-21T11:50:00.002+01:002011-05-21T11:58:38.105+01:00...a idade dos olhos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1Wq6zzxNkI/TdeVX_pgyWI/AAAAAAAACVg/TQXkbKfVzOY/s1600/5460833755_e2636be4a9_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1Wq6zzxNkI/TdeVX_pgyWI/AAAAAAAACVg/TQXkbKfVzOY/s640/5460833755_e2636be4a9_b.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto (c) google</span> </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> sei das folhas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> a idade dos olhos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> pelas aves da notícia</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> a sombra do Verão</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> águas passageiras</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> subindo os caules</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> pelo reclinar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> da cabeça onde findam </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> os ramos por onde desço</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> eivada d azul</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2871514858541490203?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-30638712223542076352011-05-14T12:11:00.002+01:002011-05-14T12:15:45.836+01:00SÚBITO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrGcaQRQL5M/Tc5VDWcOhLI/AAAAAAAACVc/UjqXy0foOsA/s1600/Buzio_na_Onda_JPG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrGcaQRQL5M/Tc5VDWcOhLI/AAAAAAAACVc/UjqXy0foOsA/s640/Buzio_na_Onda_JPG.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:(google)</span><br /> ...<span style="font-size: large;">abrindo à hora</span> <span style="font-size: large;"> solta</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> ao respirar d espuma</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">murmure a brisa </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> meu</span><span style="font-size: large;"> sonho</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> recluso</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> o torne longe</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> eterno</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-3063871222354207635?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-88288737549001167362011-05-01T15:01:00.001+01:002011-05-01T15:32:34.777+01:00MÃE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COjuOZm7r0w/Tb1nZ-IrelI/AAAAAAAACVY/AS-3OAP2zS8/s1600/rosa+vermelha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COjuOZm7r0w/Tb1nZ-IrelI/AAAAAAAACVY/AS-3OAP2zS8/s640/rosa+vermelha.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto:(c)</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">...um tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">de ROSA</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">perene</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">assomo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">olhar d ave</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">em ramo </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">brando</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">sem acúleo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">passo a passo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">harpeando </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">caminho</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">donde</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">revelado</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">futuro</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">ser</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">de ti</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a flor</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">breve</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-8828873754900116736?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-9634295862645088222011-04-19T13:52:00.002+01:002011-04-19T13:59:26.147+01:00...entre as oliveiras<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63PJVJbV354/Ta2C-Am5g4I/AAAAAAAACVU/qG2OkmxZcp0/s1600/cristo---Helena.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63PJVJbV354/Ta2C-Am5g4I/AAAAAAAACVU/qG2OkmxZcp0/s640/cristo---Helena.gif" width="634px" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Pintura: Helena Branco (c)</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ascende</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">um choro nas pedras</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">silencio tumular</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">do corpo escarnecido</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">não reste mais sangue </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">nem palavra diga alto </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que valha aos cegos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">arrependimento</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">só esplendor</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">assombro </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">na palpebra da lágrima</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que perdure </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">consequencia</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">...quase hora</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">a entregar</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">vou </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">para a morte </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">por vos crer</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">VIDA</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-963429586264508822?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-53233804701850735382011-04-04T18:07:00.001+01:002011-04-04T18:38:59.247+01:00por um pouco d azul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-le5rMtGFLXU/TZn3WHvf_vI/AAAAAAAACVM/IcMS9z6F3UQ/s1600/5588823303_8151627b14_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-le5rMtGFLXU/TZn3WHvf_vI/AAAAAAAACVM/IcMS9z6F3UQ/s640/5588823303_8151627b14_b.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>vagar <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto:PhilippMN</span> </em><em> </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></em></span><span style="font-size: large;"><em>ocluso</em></span> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>rumo </em></span><span style="font-size: large;"><em>ao todo </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>que se não</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>alcança</em></span> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>transmudados</em></span> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>apenas </em></span> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5323380470185073538?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-89353067430473196012011-02-22T10:04:00.001Z2011-03-07T09:41:23.468Z...cada regresso<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBDxtMMTnwQ/TWOEMJ2hybI/AAAAAAAACUY/sQxZ2Pg5YlU/s1600/5467875018_574becf2b8_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBDxtMMTnwQ/TWOEMJ2hybI/AAAAAAAACUY/sQxZ2Pg5YlU/s1600/5467875018_574becf2b8_b.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Jason A.Samfield</span></div><span style="font-size: large;">lá no alto</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">onde o tempo se revesa</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">suspende e dita</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a certeza </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que na asa o pássaro</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">fita</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">d oratória </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que s adivinha </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">cada regresso </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-8935306743047319601?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-37105121607307142922011-02-08T13:55:00.002Z2011-02-08T14:03:00.776ZCAMINHOS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TVFHX3RQ-YI/AAAAAAAACUU/g7zmG23J6AQ/s1600/dsc08102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TVFHX3RQ-YI/AAAAAAAACUU/g7zmG23J6AQ/s1600/dsc08102.jpg" /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto(c)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">pela lucidez </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">com que nos tomarmos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">o caminho</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">interrogando cada passo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">na mudança</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">assim colheremos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">do que nos for</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">agrado</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">o rio </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">onde estender</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">o linho </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">nos rumará </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">o sentido</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-3710512160730714292?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-49537138392259877522011-01-26T13:09:00.002Z2011-01-26T13:12:52.562ZOratória de Bach<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TUAa2ZcZroI/AAAAAAAACUE/cE8zcsnCU8Q/s1600/3240358711_e509d78910_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TUAa2ZcZroI/AAAAAAAACUE/cE8zcsnCU8Q/s640/3240358711_e509d78910_b.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">fiquei lá</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">algures </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">não sou </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">o que o tempo</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">desgastou</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">continuo</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">o antes de mim </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">agora</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">sentado</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">à entrada do sonho</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">espero</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">sem desespero</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">o milagre</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">s anime</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">o encanto</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">talvez o tempo</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">condoído</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">regresse</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-4953713839225987752?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-85564776587969030692011-01-05T13:45:00.001Z2011-01-05T13:47:31.423Z...eterno amargo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TSRzHYnniDI/AAAAAAAACUA/mmfFW7y-1HM/s1600/Carlos+Pereira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TSRzHYnniDI/AAAAAAAACUA/mmfFW7y-1HM/s640/Carlos+Pereira.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Foto: Carlos Pereira</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">trago do tempo distância </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que saudade traz</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">estações</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">afago que não floresce</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">eterno amargo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">meus olhos sabem-no bem</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">ao colo este trazer efémero</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">este sonho frio eterno</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">ser amado</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">por ninguém</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que a vida é doce</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">amargura</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">não importamos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">a quem</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-8556477658796903069?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-39224212869792090592010-12-11T19:41:00.001Z2010-12-11T19:49:34.518Zcume d azulinidade<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TQPH9i6OdFI/AAAAAAAACT4/9i_1pPfBDjk/s1600/5251466717_db25bb205d_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="448" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TQPH9i6OdFI/AAAAAAAACT4/9i_1pPfBDjk/s640/5251466717_db25bb205d_b.jpg" width="640" /></a> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">FOTO:Jason Hummel</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TQPH9i6OdFI/AAAAAAAACT4/9i_1pPfBDjk/s1600/5251466717_db25bb205d_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">subo</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">invisível</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">de mim</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">porque lá </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">não mora o outro</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que me impeça</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">a subida</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">lá não moro eu </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que me obrigue</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">a detê-lo</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">sucumbiremos</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">na transumância</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que nos individua</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">a arrogância</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">tão próximos</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">d azulinidade</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">imensa</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">do cume</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-3922421286979209059?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-3886805221934104932010-12-05T12:28:00.001Z2010-12-05T12:29:19.452Zfronteiras da Luz...quase quase vida<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TPuCq4J1-1I/AAAAAAAACT0/POSiLcbNPSo/s1600/fronteiras+da+luz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TPuCq4J1-1I/AAAAAAAACT0/POSiLcbNPSo/s640/fronteiras+da+luz.jpg" width="640" /></a> Foto: VascoRibeiro</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">... se o voo</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">entardecesse</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">partir devagar</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">no sussurro despedido</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">das folhas</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">no fio da luz onde</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">pousam as gaivotas</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">o avistassemos </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">para além </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">do que morre</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">dentro</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">acreditando</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">no todo que ainda</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">nos vive </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">talvez</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">sobrasse paisagem </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">p´ra sonhar</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">o Homem que nos embala</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">o sonho </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">encapelado</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-388680522193410493?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-83789817065734129102010-11-22T13:16:00.000Z2010-11-22T13:16:29.299Za direcção da mente<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TOpsaNz7Z9I/AAAAAAAACTw/NoiMlhhrK5s/s1600/lenda_sioux2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TOpsaNz7Z9I/AAAAAAAACTw/NoiMlhhrK5s/s640/lenda_sioux2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">os fumos evocam a cura da TERRA MÃE</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> que atingimos o CAOS!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-8378981706573412910?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-77201697738063110552010-11-19T17:51:00.000Z2010-11-19T17:51:59.371ZPARABENS !!! ANA...<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TOa2fDG7udI/AAAAAAAACTs/dZ17or_Zpj4/s1600/P1010935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TOa2fDG7udI/AAAAAAAACTs/dZ17or_Zpj4/s640/P1010935.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TOa1d69Xs2I/AAAAAAAACTo/uYldv1rX9jk/s1600/Protocolo+ACSP12.11.09+Helena.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TOa1d69Xs2I/AAAAAAAACTo/uYldv1rX9jk/s320/Protocolo+ACSP12.11.09+Helena.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>tivesse eu para te dar<br />um canteirinho só teu<br />com tulipas a sobrar...<br /><br /> da Mãe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7720169773806311055?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-9695592345935704752010-11-13T13:44:00.001Z2010-11-13T13:51:20.237ZOUTONANDO<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TN6J6Q1fEsI/AAAAAAAACTk/i_M5F1cnxw0/s1600/5171135691_59b280586f_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TN6J6Q1fEsI/AAAAAAAACTk/i_M5F1cnxw0/s640/5171135691_59b280586f_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;">Foto: (c)Pietro</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana;"> o dia esgotou-se </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a luz</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">na raiz da noite escuto</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">como cego</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a viagem </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">interior </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">arrogada </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">loucura que me ocorre</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">sem esforço</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">porque me doo </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">palavras brancas</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">onde morar</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">ainda que </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">breve</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-969559234593570475?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-50843929524031971132010-11-03T11:01:00.000Z2010-11-03T11:01:51.995Zd'AZULINIDADE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TNE-0cVs4bI/AAAAAAAACTg/duW14TcP7OI/s1600/5141892863_a1caf3c083_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TNE-0cVs4bI/AAAAAAAACTg/duW14TcP7OI/s640/5141892863_a1caf3c083_b.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto (c)simongren</span></div>AMO o desejo líquido <br />na vontade escorrente<br />cada palavra aberta<br />á conciliação<br />na dúvida<br />que encarcera a luz<br />d' entendimento<br />raramente buscamos<br />a certeza piomordial<br />de pensarmos<br />juntos<br />como cegos <br />afundamos<br />d´azulinidade<br />reticentes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5084392952403197113?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-23828322042704651062010-10-25T20:38:00.004+01:002010-11-29T16:55:03.365Zpara ganharmos... à morte?<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TMXdlE8Y_TI/AAAAAAAACTc/NwuAD_mwJHQ/s1600/5030777650_294542a8ac_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="482" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TMXdlE8Y_TI/AAAAAAAACTc/NwuAD_mwJHQ/s640/5030777650_294542a8ac_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: (a) monsteur </span>quase sempre quase anjo<br />outras... quase quase homem<br />a rude negligência <br />do saber endeusado cavando abismo<br />voluntários que somos<br />com muita pressa <br />o avesso da perfeição<br />como se dúvida fosse promessa<br />e...como perfeiro só DEUS<br />então apenas homem existo<br />porque insisto em ser<br />a negação do que me elegeu<br />sou ateu mas EU<br />porque me dá mais força<br />a distorção corrupta<br />mais bravura e condecoração<br />mais voz<br />aos meus mais elevados desníveis de conduta<br />entrego-me voluntarioso à extinção<br />do próximo irmão não nego<br />sou apenas EGO<br />porque me rejo pela selva<br />e dois mais dois são quatro para UM<br />e os tres que sobram não são ninguém<br />A FOME é apenas vontade<br />mas é preciso castigar alguém<br />os famintos<br />para que morram<br />porque os que não têm fome gostam de comer<br />isso é inquestionável<br /><br />e se morrer sozinho<br />fui apenas involuntáriamente<br />EU<br /><br />Helena Branco ( com o projecto Miqueias , contra a fome)<br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2382832204270465106?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-61815065542539492172010-09-26T12:28:00.006+01:002010-09-29T14:04:09.774+01:00nome da inocência<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TJ8l0zX11YI/AAAAAAAACTE/49dpDIn4-mc/s1600/4526710946_d2b2e49845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TJ8l0zX11YI/AAAAAAAACTE/49dpDIn4-mc/s640/4526710946_d2b2e49845.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">há nomes</span> </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> que me são distantes<span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> como dias </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> correm</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> nos lábios de um sorriso </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> por abrir </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> d inocência que os tome</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> acetinando-lhe o rosto </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> breve</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-6181506554253949217?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-69700255094023860452010-09-19T19:19:00.007+01:002010-09-22T11:43:07.396+01:00Setembro<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TJZPu9Ba5kI/AAAAAAAACS0/oyEJMXGUOmU/s1600/4404477109_3f017ebeff_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TJZPu9Ba5kI/AAAAAAAACS0/oyEJMXGUOmU/s640/4404477109_3f017ebeff_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">passei os lugares <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: joshuaaa</span><br />o marulho da água </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">pressenti a inclinação do vento</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">a verdade e o precipício</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">nada me pediu para ficar</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">só o pássaro fugidio</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">não se arredou do meu verso<br />parto na hora vaga<br />transitória ... d' asa<br />que acredito</div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-6970025509402386045?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-22865385026452002432010-09-16T13:09:00.002+01:002010-10-01T13:39:58.637+01:00doem-me os afectos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TJIGte0twrI/AAAAAAAACSs/Tzau1jOfciY/s1600/4931224775_118214d8be_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TJIGte0twrI/AAAAAAAACSs/Tzau1jOfciY/s640/4931224775_118214d8be_z.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto:sfm(c)Flicks</span></div><div align="left">ah ...se me coubesse ser no teu olhar </div><div align="left">um lugar d aromas onde pousar borboletas</div><div align="left">aquele sonho que tarda e anoitece</div><div align="left">a fresta por onde vês a rua ... que não passa á tua porta <br />ah se eu...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2286538502645200243?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-71480127635078402182010-09-13T10:06:00.002+01:002010-09-16T09:41:30.266+01:00a MÃE ROSA<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TI3m6zh68sI/AAAAAAAACSc/3HQpZEX18PQ/s1600/4447461253_5ca67eab14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TI3m6zh68sI/AAAAAAAACSc/3HQpZEX18PQ/s640/4447461253_5ca67eab14.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <em>Vê MÃE</em><br /><em> O Outono está caindo</em><br /><em>em deslumbre fantasia</em><br /><em>o pássaro se despedindo</em><br /><em>parece que não canta chora</em><br /><em>e tu Mãe fluindo</em><br /><em>manhã </em><br /><em>abraço quente do jasmim</em><br /><em>inda musa</em><br /><em>a flor do poema </em><br /><em>que</em><em> há em mim</em><br /><em>qu´o tempo soltou</em><br /><em>uma folhinha</em><br /><em>a ùltima qu´a arvore tinha</em><br /><em>não sei se Deus por graça</em><br /><em>a dixou na vidraça</em><br /><em>morrendo ante teus ais</em><br /><em>e a saudade só minha</em><br /><br /><em>...centelha réstea de luz</em><br /><em>contemplei no teu olhar</em><br /><em>poalha se desprendeu</em><br /><em>lareira quase a apagar</em><br /><em>e as cinzas que restaram</em><br /><em>sem brilho e sem fulgor</em><br /><em>cinzas -saudade deixaram</em><br /><em>no adeus do teu amor</em><br /><br /><em>mas ficaste Mãe</em><br /><em>em ti de nôvo a ROSA</em><br /><em>a flor qu´então </em><br /><em>eu tinha</em><br /><br /><em>( hoje Mãe era o teu aniversário) in livro -...pela mão que recebe o Fôgo</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7148012763507840218?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-10881886973247844382010-09-11T09:20:00.003+01:002010-09-11T09:25:09.364+01:00compasso da Terra<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TIs4-u8qcNI/AAAAAAAACSM/8QJY3KltJHk/s1600/4978394053_38e11b92e8_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TIs4-u8qcNI/AAAAAAAACSM/8QJY3KltJHk/s640/4978394053_38e11b92e8_b.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Foto:DHLake</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>hão encontar-me </em></div><em>as primeiras àguas</em><br /><em>anónimas da viagem</em><br /><em>que se inicia</em><br /><em>Setembro</em><br /><em>perseguindo dentro</em><br /><em>a alegria das lágrimas</em><br /><em>que caem nas </em><br /><em>primeiras folhas </em><br /><em>em aclamação</em><br /><em>outonal </em><br /><em>serenando</em><br /><em>os bosques </em><br /><em>reflectindo</em><br /><em>os homens</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1088188697324784438?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-72955731691333243172010-09-06T17:33:00.003+01:002010-09-06T18:30:03.658+01:00que nos morre ...a paisagem d Verão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TIUWAO39XWI/AAAAAAAACSE/iTAv_z3Suxg/s1600/4963661861_aba87793c0_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TIUWAO39XWI/AAAAAAAACSE/iTAv_z3Suxg/s640/4963661861_aba87793c0_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:toki</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> Não se pode dizer em verso o que nos faz Luz...um instante d´entendimento...</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7295573169133324317?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-78193314908097999032010-08-27T18:49:00.002+01:002010-08-29T14:32:23.613+01:00perpassa na brisa<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/THf4-pL8-PI/AAAAAAAACRs/JJBjOd5r9T4/s1600/4433240659_bff8ba562f_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/THf4-pL8-PI/AAAAAAAACRs/JJBjOd5r9T4/s640/4433240659_bff8ba562f_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:Wve</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> ...cheiro a maresia </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> resfolegando algas<br /> espuma </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> como se amor </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> meu amor</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> foras inda segredo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> e o mar </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> deixasse conchas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> a medo </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> sem cuidar que a brisa </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> poetisa e profana</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> soprasse nos búzios</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> teus beijos ardentes<br /> primeiros... </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> no meu <br /> olhar </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7819331490809799903?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-72511677622449707752010-08-22T00:37:00.000+01:002010-08-22T00:37:40.848+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/THBhxJl_Q-I/AAAAAAAACRc/MBv_HaN4pwI/s1600/4913926291_a8b49ea08d_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/THBhxJl_Q-I/AAAAAAAACRc/MBv_HaN4pwI/s640/4913926291_a8b49ea08d_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> sei de um caminho que leva ao silencio</div><div style="text-align: left;"> ...estou quase chegar ...</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7251167762244970775?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-26670292788398139432010-08-17T01:07:00.002+01:002010-08-17T01:19:57.585+01:00rumo<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TGnG5znfyaI/AAAAAAAACRU/KTRPMg3Zknw/s1600/4629720649_e437b5ed6e_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TGnG5znfyaI/AAAAAAAACRU/KTRPMg3Zknw/s640/4629720649_e437b5ed6e_z.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Nicola Fasano</span><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size: small;">parto... pela hora antiga</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">sem rumo limpo </span><span style="font-size: small;">nem amanhã</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">que ao longe</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">d azul se perde o brilho</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">a brisa amena</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">onde pousar o verão</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">outro rio me aguarde </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">a luz</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">o júbilo da chegada</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><em> </em><em> </em></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2667029278839813943?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-30101131624289709452010-08-07T11:10:00.009+01:002010-08-07T11:23:10.658+01:00solitudiné<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TF0r7Jn_mnI/AAAAAAAACRI/V6fq9dIFki8/s1600/4868426006_b4c08515dd_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TF0r7Jn_mnI/AAAAAAAACRI/V6fq9dIFki8/s640/4868426006_b4c08515dd_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Michael Cook</span> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">...a olhar o azul nascente partiremos... descalços sem remos onde</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> memória outra... obrigue</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-3010113162428970945?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-43797097802683549232010-08-01T10:03:00.002+01:002010-08-01T12:01:35.748+01:00o voo da iris<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TFU1K9U-C7I/AAAAAAAACQ4/Yc1X7ai6qIU/s1600/4848851212_2050408768_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TFU1K9U-C7I/AAAAAAAACQ4/Yc1X7ai6qIU/s640/4848851212_2050408768_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:Jacobclarkson</span><br />...pelo voo se regressa<br />avaliando a queda...<br />ânsia d' infinito no rosto<br />como se um além fosse destino ao sol posto<br />o sangue da viagem...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-4379709780268354923?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-51092911532764272612010-07-30T13:47:00.012+01:002010-07-30T14:24:38.962+01:00...a escrever girassóis<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TFLFjm_YtWI/AAAAAAAACQo/U12UuHWh69Q/s1600/4811650171_870e94581c_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TFLFjm_YtWI/AAAAAAAACQo/U12UuHWh69Q/s640/4811650171_870e94581c_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto: Anna's </span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: small;">ha se os versos</span><span style="font-size: small;"> pendessem assim floridos...</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">a invocar luz que fizesse</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: small;">onde me esconder a dúvida</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: small;">que persiste</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: small;">sede de ter fome</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">nada</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: small;">que...não </span><span style="font-size: small;">esquece</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5109291153276427261?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-29116980333752952252010-07-26T14:44:00.000+01:002010-07-26T14:44:48.986+01:00causa d amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TE2OW9j-EEI/AAAAAAAACQU/tE2rZyJKzsw/s1600/3562989863_61fda4a54f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TE2OW9j-EEI/AAAAAAAACQU/tE2rZyJKzsw/s640/3562989863_61fda4a54f.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> a conversar com a alma<br /> criei um anjo<br /> dei nome à voz instante<br /> que sobe o verão<br /> encontre...a casa<br /> o ventre por habitar...o lírio<br /> tornado flor amor<br /> mais puro e o beijo ciciado<br /> assim mo consinta o tempo<br /><br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: Jeff Dyck</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2911698033375295225?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-16621102924735545442010-07-22T20:17:00.007+01:002010-07-22T20:37:51.366+01:00... da luz<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TEiav_i72zI/AAAAAAAACPs/TNNrX2oazw4/s1600/4635372698_44d8e5feeb_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TEiav_i72zI/AAAAAAAACPs/TNNrX2oazw4/s640/4635372698_44d8e5feeb_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>a casa </em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>fechou-se ao verão</em></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>deixou luz se viesses</em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>mas...se vieres... já não venhas</em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>que tardaste a hora</em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>em que descem os anjos </em></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>os olhos...findam</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">foto:whiskyfortheville</span><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1662110292473554544?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-58355601047031216242010-07-19T14:53:00.007+01:002010-07-22T20:32:22.554+01:00ocaso <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TERMIoOhzPI/AAAAAAAACO0/0IjDyhppHOA/s1600/4807934873_fa146d1fbd_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TERMIoOhzPI/AAAAAAAACO0/0IjDyhppHOA/s640/4807934873_fa146d1fbd_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> ... </span>dou-te a minha ausência<br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> como noite </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> se fecha ao sono</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> porque te pressinto já ocaso e transumância</span></span><br /> esvanece o rio das mãos o jeito<br /> vago fugidio<br /> como ave madrugando<br /> o voo<br /> pretérito...quase perfeito<br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto: fosseman </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5835560104703121624?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-78821484826583601032010-07-13T17:08:00.004+01:002010-07-14T13:54:26.424+01:00...a um palmo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TDyJOkUyk7I/AAAAAAAACOk/StTULZOk_44/s1600/3817592892_0dffd6ea83_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TDyJOkUyk7I/AAAAAAAACOk/StTULZOk_44/s640/3817592892_0dffd6ea83_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">yopse</span><br /><br /> lábios urgentes rogo d alma<br /> iluminado àvido e profundo...corre o sonho<br /> profetizado vagabundo a um palmo <br /> um palmo raso de futuro rasando o fio do poente<br /> num adejar por vida <br /> ... se não muro se consente<br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7882148482658360103?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-42186412991797623592010-07-10T10:59:00.001+01:002010-07-10T17:13:45.362+01:00inter...ditos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TDhAE8JBEbI/AAAAAAAACOE/cuRvSk4KX4M/s1600/4716999962_cf3f5367f5_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TDhAE8JBEbI/AAAAAAAACOE/cuRvSk4KX4M/s640/4716999962_cf3f5367f5_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:Jayhe mortimer</span><br /><br /> juntos seremos astros horizontes<br /> interditos na distancia<br /> que fingiremos perto<br /> o tempo a esmo sol aberto<br /> lago poente... onde d'moro<br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-4218641299179762359?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-19618714322449232112010-06-25T12:40:00.002+01:002010-06-26T11:48:48.225+01:00sonho amarrotado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TCSN_JB7qcI/AAAAAAAACN8/bxqsH5ql3gg/s1600/4717007066_19e95f72d7_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="458" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TCSN_JB7qcI/AAAAAAAACN8/bxqsH5ql3gg/s640/4717007066_19e95f72d7_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:Jose Viegas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">parto...não sei a casa</span><br /> onde pertenço...<br /> <br /> aluguei a vida <br /> a sonhar paisagens<br /> d amor que tudo inventasse...<br /> luz branda sono leve<br /> a tua irreverencia <br /> palavras palavras...roubadas<br /> á memória do que não fui<br /> não terei mais<br /> tão perto<br /><br /> meu sonho amarrotado<br /> e breve...<br /> <br /> A meu neto PEDRO <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1961871432244923211?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-44233305002141641852010-06-18T12:11:00.007+01:002010-06-18T13:07:51.719+01:00silhouette<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TBthPpocRLI/AAAAAAAACNk/uT7wELUHg-s/s1600/4710916377_c24bc4fe7b_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TBthPpocRLI/AAAAAAAACNk/uT7wELUHg-s/s640/4710916377_c24bc4fe7b_b.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span>olhar que me olha</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> absorto... dispensado... </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> liberdade</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> ou conjura abstraindo iris </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> a noite cor</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> entregue...</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> espumas d' azul</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> irrealidade</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> prolongam insinuam<br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> o acolhimento</div> do meu nome<br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> casto</div> breve </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-4423330500214164185?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-75861301482243320182010-06-06T12:51:00.001+01:002010-06-06T12:53:43.543+01:00...crisol da pupila<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TAuJVEoMG9I/AAAAAAAACMU/vUela8S1AlE/s1600/4463326026_28a9c4f9d9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TAuJVEoMG9I/AAAAAAAACMU/vUela8S1AlE/s320/4463326026_28a9c4f9d9.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: Jocarlo</span><br /><br />sabes agora <br />o cheiro das cores<br />a idade das pedras<br />o bailar do lenço<br />aquele fulgor d olhar<br />cidade que te habita o rosto<br />onde te perdes encontras<br />profunda<br />...hálito d flores<br />crisol da pupila a tocarem-se<br />que tomas de um abraço<br /> da nudez de uma alma às escuras<br />dos objectos em espera de objectiva<br /> vontade de comunicar...<br /> Quieto brilho... esse teu sabor divino<br /> se inquieta, se aquieta<br /> <br /> iluminado<br /><br /><span style="color: red;">...a Tereza Lamas Serra certificando a felicidade da luz</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que emanam teus gestos</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7586130148224332018?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-68934519252607860092010-05-30T11:21:00.006+01:002010-05-31T15:40:29.794+01:00a doce fusão do Amor<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TAI20wsOD5I/AAAAAAAACL8/FtVyqi3g5BA/s1600/4300874382_33aca6df52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/TAI20wsOD5I/AAAAAAAACL8/FtVyqi3g5BA/s400/4300874382_33aca6df52.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Zakynthos</span> <br /> na clemência do tempo<br /> sobre o caule<br /> onde o dia se embriaga<br /> teu rosto <br /> desassossegado<br /> incrédula<br /> persistência me corre<br /> o sangue devagar<br /> <br /> puramente amo<br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-6893451925260786009?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-27308574598573038172010-05-23T14:50:00.002+01:002010-05-24T08:32:08.758+01:00Perfect Day<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S_kx_DW98aI/AAAAAAAACLk/-EQBjRBnXyw/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S_kx_DW98aI/AAAAAAAACLk/-EQBjRBnXyw/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" width="400" /></a>é simplesmente o meu corpo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">sujeito e nú </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">rasgando ao vento... <br />se espraiem búzios colares de algas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">me prendam o sonho <br />ou a sede do voo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">no sortilégio das ondas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">e sossegue em seus olhos<br />brandos e insubmissos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">lavados na espuma</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">sem mais razão </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">mais razão alguma que seja</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">a de sorver a maresia</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">o meu gosto de amar</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2730857459857303817?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-71976859303659954682010-05-19T02:38:00.003+01:002010-05-19T11:07:28.480+01:00olhar que me olha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S_M8NKusKlI/AAAAAAAACK8/d3FeLSaTrxg/s1600/4608230477_8b643bd923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S_M8NKusKlI/AAAAAAAACK8/d3FeLSaTrxg/s320/4608230477_8b643bd923.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div>tão acima<br />do mundo<br />acima da treva<br />subindo a noite<br />por onde a luz<br />murmura<br />palavras pressentidas<br />E eu<br />luzindo<br />urgência<br />no<br />meu verso<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Matthew Anderson</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7197685930365995468?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-79937807328831471242010-05-15T13:56:00.001+01:002010-05-15T13:58:55.699+01:00As cores do sonho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S-6TaGkMrRI/AAAAAAAACKs/_18BMsXAAkE/s1600/4412282526_87647a7c9b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S-6TaGkMrRI/AAAAAAAACKs/_18BMsXAAkE/s400/4412282526_87647a7c9b.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div>dispenso-me<br />na altura<br />pequena e variável<br />d´amor e benevolência<br />sopro<br />do que me revigora<br />e cuida<br />a ânsia de viver<br />sem ti...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Jocarlo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7993780732883147124?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-47326370899066689922010-05-08T13:00:00.000+01:002010-05-08T13:00:53.806+01:00FESTEJA logo depois de hoje<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S-VPagNptkI/AAAAAAAACJk/z33KIoQv0KY/s1600/4482610893_bb663021c9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S-VPagNptkI/AAAAAAAACJk/z33KIoQv0KY/s400/4482610893_bb663021c9.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:Antonio Tarim</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">...porque</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">emendas palavras nas palavras</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">como quem tece </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> a própria vida</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">...porque desvendas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">esse imenso mistério</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">na voz </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que tão cara</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">calas ou intentas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">e porque muito provavelmente</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">inevitavelmente</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">te é traço e nostalgia</div>festeja!<br /><br /><span style="color: red;">RG</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-4732637089906668992?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-69471859876262203222010-05-05T13:29:00.002+01:002010-05-05T13:37:53.354+01:00the wind´s mind<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S-FhtXep0tI/AAAAAAAACI8/pvgGc5dzC5w/s1600/Waves-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S-FhtXep0tI/AAAAAAAACI8/pvgGc5dzC5w/s400/Waves-2.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />é ao fundo de tudo onde tudo esmorece..no quebrar da onda<br />o dia se esquece o corpo molhado<br />e o beijo... anoitecesse<br />que eu sou ordem e medida<br />a procura de amar<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Brylan</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-6947185987626220322?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-59332969868192571462010-05-01T09:19:00.000+01:002010-05-01T09:19:13.828+01:00apetece-me a tua casa<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S9viQTTz2XI/AAAAAAAACIM/e2x99RE2VhI/s1600/4509455977_e10781e61d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S9viQTTz2XI/AAAAAAAACIM/e2x99RE2VhI/s320/4509455977_e10781e61d.jpg" tt="true" /></a>escrevi nela todos os versos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">e os encontros que não tivemos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">ainda</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">deixei sinais endereços </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">onde me encontrares</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">permitido</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">a voz o abrir da porta</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">talvez um sorriso </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">uma flor por colher </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ainda há luz no que dizes</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">por dizer...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:diogo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5933296986819257146?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-19651438985044796032010-04-29T20:54:00.003+01:002010-04-29T21:41:43.322+01:00mulher d´agora<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S9na4Guro5I/AAAAAAAACH0/NBsmASsJkJI/s1600/4447461253_5ca67eab14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S9na4Guro5I/AAAAAAAACH0/NBsmASsJkJI/s320/4447461253_5ca67eab14.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div>rosa de Ariosto<br />rubor nas mãos<br />quase primaveril<br />talvez ainda a voz<br />na roupa amarrotada<br />o colo vazio<br />a virtude gasta<br />que sentir de fogo<br />te faz a um tempo<br />morta e casta<br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: Antonio Tarim</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1965143898504479603?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-57935636504138863852010-04-27T12:09:00.003+01:002010-04-27T12:20:14.298+01:00o prenúncio de um nome<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S9bHych7fbI/AAAAAAAACHE/odB3sJmFrQ8/s1600/4546031458_427feb089c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S9bHych7fbI/AAAAAAAACHE/odB3sJmFrQ8/s320/4546031458_427feb089c.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">não quero dizer nada</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">absolutamente nada...</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">estou absorto</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">curvado sobre a brisa</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que me afaga a sorte</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">de estar vivo </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">num remanso promessa</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">onde me desperdiço </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">o prenúncio de um nome</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que sequer sei</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">agua que me leve</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">leve</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">a outras aguas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;"> a RG</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto:museilyvin</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5793563650413886385?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-81000208130235438502010-04-25T21:22:00.008+01:002010-05-01T08:06:13.281+01:00ABRIL<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S9SldsgTGqI/AAAAAAAACGk/P6HTdeuP8Ew/s1600/4491771048_17bff051dc_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S9SldsgTGqI/AAAAAAAACGk/P6HTdeuP8Ew/s320/4491771048_17bff051dc_o.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">espalhem os versos</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">sorvam-lhes as palavras</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que ondulam rasgam ao vento</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">despedaçam como mágoas </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Nao não cabem mais cá dentro</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">dentro do que fomos<br />e hoje não </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">não valemos nem um sopro </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que nos traga de novo<br />ABRIL</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">aquela ideia de alegria</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">aquele sangue de cravos</span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:James Jordam</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-8100020813023543850?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-10850789473481342602010-04-21T14:42:00.004+01:002010-04-21T21:49:18.624+01:00mendigo<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S88BcYIaxvI/AAAAAAAACGM/Nd0y8fzdP88/s1600/4383022638_4b95a40b93.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S88BcYIaxvI/AAAAAAAACGM/Nd0y8fzdP88/s320/4383022638_4b95a40b93.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Sami Taipale</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">não lembro quem</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">reclamo ainda</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">a teimosia de sermos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">entre o fechar</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">das palpebras à luz </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">das estrelas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">depois de me alisar no cetim</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">das cores e dos cheiros</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">colher flores pequeninas nos canteiros</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">coisas minhas e tuas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">as nossas almas nuas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">na brisa das cortinas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">em cartão </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">e os beijos étilicos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">bocejados</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">em almofadas</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">de chão</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1085078947348134260?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-21943255151440991252010-04-15T16:24:00.001+01:002010-04-18T14:16:35.989+01:00ainda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S8cugd0cxoI/AAAAAAAACEU/upEj9W18ZLQ/s1600/3823122263_700636b253_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S8cugd0cxoI/AAAAAAAACEU/upEj9W18ZLQ/s400/3823122263_700636b253_o.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:jainemoo</span><br /> um pouco de blues...<br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2194325515144099125?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-28659179783522512122010-04-11T10:23:00.001+01:002010-04-12T11:17:33.352+01:00algum dia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S8GU48sJBUI/AAAAAAAACD0/oyDuUgFhC4s/s1600/4252799960_72ef9bf6bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S8GU48sJBUI/AAAAAAAACD0/oyDuUgFhC4s/s320/4252799960_72ef9bf6bb.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Baqui Ali</span><br />quando a alma<br />se obriga o silencio<br />adoece a coragem<br />é mágoa e espinho<br />quando o grito por vida<br />é mais alto que o degredo<br />e a vontade de morar dentro de ti<br />arde por entre a multidão<br />quando a sede é um rio<br />o brilho dos teus olhos<br />asa que procura o voo<br />de estar perto algum dia<br />vem<br />que troco as lágrimas<br />pela ternura<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2865917978352251212?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-31386770127804216422010-04-09T12:31:00.002+01:002010-04-09T12:39:58.524+01:00se lugar houvesse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S78PH5pJU4I/AAAAAAAACDk/81USizm-Be8/s1600/3406447940_aaf5f4984f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S78PH5pJU4I/AAAAAAAACDk/81USizm-Be8/s320/3406447940_aaf5f4984f.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: m forder</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">ah se eu pudesse ao menos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">pintar-me a alma</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">caber em todas as palavras</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">de Pessoa</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">por ser nostalgia </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">na alegria de todas as paisagens</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">bastar-me o caminho</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">doloroso</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que arrima profundo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">a minha demanda</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Se<br />lugar houvesse</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">onde apagar</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">o ódio</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">do mundo </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-3138677012780421642?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-90931827104583550462010-04-07T11:36:00.001+01:002010-04-07T11:40:04.075+01:00que ousasse em mim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7xfL3wX8rI/AAAAAAAACDU/_gsYzedzFoo/s1600/3547597343_0645089fd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7xfL3wX8rI/AAAAAAAACDU/_gsYzedzFoo/s320/3547597343_0645089fd2.jpg" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Foto: fowlgallery</span><br />pudera<br />enraizar-me d´água à Terra<br />prender-me o caule<br />a sede avara<br />o sonho desengano<br />que restasse<br />florir quisera<br />qualquer rumo<br />tomado em verso<br />que ousasse em mim<br />ser<br />Primavera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-9093182710458355046?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-67693682708036027792010-04-05T03:35:00.002+01:002010-04-05T12:30:32.817+01:00onde curvam os pássaros<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7lHuES4LiI/AAAAAAAACC0/pyqF-9VL_ts/s1600/4447461253_5ca67eab14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7lIe11mVxI/AAAAAAAACC8/mX028EuACPQ/s1600/4468800249_31f2ccf377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7lIe11mVxI/AAAAAAAACC8/mX028EuACPQ/s320/4468800249_31f2ccf377.jpg" /></a></div><br />Regressa <span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: EA screen</span><br />na inclinação da luz<br />onde curvam os pássaros<br />prelúdios novos<br />amanhãs<br />no acordar em ti<br />a noite<br />que te morre<br /><br />... amanhece onde te vi a primeira flor<br />estou aí<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-6769368270803602779?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-51399652259681296392010-04-03T19:56:00.004+01:002010-04-03T21:00:02.867+01:00ALELUIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7eUlXhkPpI/AAAAAAAACCk/rOYZPmqIYt4/s1600/4281409114_b8a7891fc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7ecirsT_aI/AAAAAAAACCs/wqi0ztqpVIw/s1600/4280679035_f2b5ccc00f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7ecirsT_aI/AAAAAAAACCs/wqi0ztqpVIw/s320/4280679035_f2b5ccc00f.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> foto:rhurtubia</span> </div><br /><em> Em cada homem Te vejo</em><br /><em> me renovo...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5139965225968129639?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-74269279173991000222010-04-03T12:12:00.003+01:002010-04-03T12:18:10.432+01:00...ao fundo do tunel<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7chwMj-stI/AAAAAAAACCM/MM90uIfWerA/s1600/4318931533_9b3004e7b6_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7chwMj-stI/AAAAAAAACCM/MM90uIfWerA/s320/4318931533_9b3004e7b6_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: Sami Taipale</span></div><em>Quanta luz</em><br /><em>aguarda a tua urgência</em><br /><em>vai sem demora</em><br /><em>ama </em><br /><br /><em><span style="background-color: red;">a RG</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7426927917399100022?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-19417061343126775362010-04-01T11:47:00.001+01:002010-04-01T11:52:03.293+01:00expliquem-me a terra<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7R26_N0vFI/AAAAAAAACB8/bBKqy4YM-0o/s1600/3548407868_04b4a238d3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S7R26_N0vFI/AAAAAAAACB8/bBKqy4YM-0o/s320/3548407868_04b4a238d3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto: fowlgallery</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>o antigo e o novo aglutinam</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>na mesma senda erráctica </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>nem Roma entendeu que o celibato</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>não aumenta a fé</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>nem o Homem regressa ao senso comum</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>A guerra aprimorou os contornos</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>da extinção: bombas humanas</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>"carne para canhão"</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>A fome grassa</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>o ódio extermina</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>a gula corrompe</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>A terra explode em desiquilíbrio</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>sobrepondo os cíclos</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>A teia de soluções asfixia enforca</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>compromete induz alienação e</em><em> desespero</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>Expliquem-me a terra</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>ou melhor expliquem-SE</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>os HOMENS...</em><br /><br />BOA PÁSCOA? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1941706134312677536?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-78817040214333087742010-03-28T11:50:00.012+01:002010-03-29T14:00:17.732+01:00Urgência<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S680I-DBR7I/AAAAAAAACBs/AOjb-U6-WBw/s1600/4469582372_075c1384e0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S680I-DBR7I/AAAAAAAACBs/AOjb-U6-WBw/s320/4469582372_075c1384e0.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em> </em>foto: Alejandro Pérez Rizo</span><br /><br /><em>aguardo pelo sol </em><br /><em>que me torne infância</em><br /><em>vontade </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>e se um sopro desatar</em><br /><em>minha alma presa</em><br /><em>me levar por onde vais</em><br /><em>estilhassem sorrisos</em><br /><em>exultem conchas e búzios</em><br /><em>no canto dos mesmos ais</em><br /><em>que voarei Primavera</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>asa unissono de flores</em><br /><em>alma em pássaros</em><br /><em>onde me dou</em><br /><em>saudade</em><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7881704021433308774?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-48924890911306097762010-03-26T12:52:00.006Z2010-04-05T11:33:02.614+01:00eu me perca o que triste rime<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S6ytIPD8c7I/AAAAAAAACBE/7t0cWPCQaNE/s1600/3548412864_75787efdde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S6ytIPD8c7I/AAAAAAAACBE/7t0cWPCQaNE/s320/3548412864_75787efdde.jpg" /></a></div><em>por aqui</em><br /><em>me passeio e regresso</em><br /><em>respiro a cor da casa </em><br /><em>um degrau</em><br /><em>onde repouse o olhar</em><br /><em>e as folhas inda por escrever</em><br /><em>guarde entre os dedos</em><br /><em>auspícios de luz</em><br /><em>reverberando flores</em><br /><em>como quem se enfeita</em><br /><em>no abrir da manhã</em><br /><em>Se enxuguem as aves</em><br /><em>padecendo a altura</em><br /><em>e eu me perca o que triste</em><br /><em>rime </em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:rcferraris(c)</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-4892489091130609776?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-70015193441215042122010-03-23T10:16:00.004Z2010-03-26T12:56:42.045Zolhar de quem<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S6iTcHOBrTI/AAAAAAAACA0/9rdgMFyi6IA/s1600-h/4355187341_2be30195d4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S6iTcHOBrTI/AAAAAAAACA0/9rdgMFyi6IA/s320/4355187341_2be30195d4.jpg" vt="true" /></a><em>meu querido Amigo</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><em>há saudades que não se mitigam</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><em>porque são um sentimento</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><em>maior e mais simples do que simples </em><em>palavras </em><br /><em>como um lago </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><em>onde </em><em>cálidos e</em><em> profundos </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><em>teus olhos</em><em> se abeirem</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:rcferraris(c)</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7001519344121504212?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-51622582874294577222010-03-21T11:52:00.009Z2010-04-18T12:59:00.473+01:00a flor...que me arde<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S8rzWns49DI/AAAAAAAACEk/HbxgMUDUcOY/s1600/4447615214_41e55f406d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S8rzWns49DI/AAAAAAAACEk/HbxgMUDUcOY/s320/4447615214_41e55f406d.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div>...um silêncio que se ouve<br />breve murmúrio de sol...<br />E se flores são alegrias <br />primaveras os dias<br />um pouco acima do chão<br />aí eu existo <br />sem noite sede <br />degredo d alma os umbrais<br />nem verso que me aprese<br />a flor<br />que me arde<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">foto:Zubair Mughal</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5162258287429457722?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-91406744120650782392010-03-18T11:35:00.001Z2010-03-18T11:53:32.070Zporque morrem os espaços<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S6ITnyJv7rI/AAAAAAAACAc/3PuvqXi2Baw/s1600-h/4421487463_73e2346b71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S6ITnyJv7rI/AAAAAAAACAc/3PuvqXi2Baw/s320/4421487463_73e2346b71.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:sapacemunkie</span></div>não não conto as horas<br />outra coisa<br />lenta me alcança<br />talvez o silencio que se entranha<br />e te demora <br />medo espera a desculpa<br />impossíveis<br />sons d abandono<br />em cada aurora<br />e não há quem nos prenda<br />por instante roube a urgencia<br />dos abraços<br />porque abrem mais fendas<br />porque morrem os espaços<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-9140674412065078239?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-75349982225288725002010-03-14T11:08:00.036Z2010-03-14T12:12:41.158Zflowers and shadows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S5zKFVtBFaI/AAAAAAAACAE/rErZrryoSIY/s1600-h/4431092875_a1b61bbfee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S5zKFVtBFaI/AAAAAAAACAE/rErZrryoSIY/s320/4431092875_a1b61bbfee.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em> </em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:niamhbarry (c)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><em>guardei as flores</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>até se extinguirem na cor </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>sopro estático </em><em>amarelecido </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>do que foi o momento</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>rubro de as receber</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>já não me doem as mãos</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>ciciadas pelo beijo</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>que </em><em>razão ocultavas</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>com gosto a licor</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>despendendo </em><em>inclinação apuro</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>ignomínia </em><em>talvez</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>transido gosto a desgosto</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>alto como sombra</em><br /><em>fio murmuro</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7534998222528872500?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-77652233106513548462010-03-11T12:18:00.006Z2010-03-11T13:30:26.879Zo sono que correu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S5jstoOvtVI/AAAAAAAAB_U/wb8R1cvLyEk/s1600-h/DSCF3269.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S5jstoOvtVI/AAAAAAAAB_U/wb8R1cvLyEk/s320/DSCF3269.png" vt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><em> </em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:Eminroc (c)</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>o ar que inspiro</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>lavado e brando</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>medita no desabrigo do rosto</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>timido inda como a noite entregue</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>na margem</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>desabrida de um rio</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>explica a vinda das aves</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>o sono que correu</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>nas pedras </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>da sede </em><em>pousada em minha boca</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>infancia que ninguém</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>mitigou</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7765223310651354846?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-54711539886494553982010-03-07T12:29:00.006Z2010-03-07T21:53:57.714Zsubmerso<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S5Od-INkFPI/AAAAAAAAB-U/7T_M0q4k5SI/s1600-h/Crop+Oilseed_rape+69Lp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S5Od-INkFPI/AAAAAAAAB-U/7T_M0q4k5SI/s320/Crop+Oilseed_rape+69Lp.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto:Ande</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>deixa</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><em>que</em> <em>me furte </em><em>à loucura </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>submerso</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>do que em ti</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>me faz instante</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>não me imponhas </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>ao sabor da vaga </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>o som de búzios </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>sibilante</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>que sou já outra verdade</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>transgredindo</em><br /><em>no canto</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>do meu verso</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5471153988649455398?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-64230547609885009112010-03-03T13:17:00.003Z2010-03-04T10:53:45.431Z...que me são inquietude<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S45glx_mJWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/omEPcQPHk3I/s1600-h/P6090332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S45glx_mJWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/omEPcQPHk3I/s320/P6090332.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: (c)</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>... flores brancas</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>branco das nervuras</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>do meu nome</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>como se as houvesse</em><br /><em>não as mandes abertas</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>no silencio meio de um sonho</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>imaculadas</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>que me são inquietude</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>quero-as fechadas como cartas</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>...</em><em>promessas por abrir</em><br /><em>saudosas como... águas</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-6423054760988500911?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-14176684754921440992010-03-01T16:11:00.011Z2010-03-02T10:25:12.137Zamanhã por dizer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S4vs8X0EKVI/AAAAAAAAB50/rXMMnj1wwGo/s1600-h/DSCF0295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S4vs8X0EKVI/AAAAAAAAB50/rXMMnj1wwGo/s320/DSCF0295.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: emiroc (c)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><em>...rasgo-as sem socorro</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><em>as palavras que não li...</em></div><em>imperecíveis...se perderam</em><br /><em>na promessa sem adeus</em><br /><em>de um amanhã por dizer</em><br /><em>...impune</em><br /><em>Tua</em><br /><em>sem o ser...</em><br /><em>a maior das coisas</em><br /><em>pequenas...</em><em>que ousei</em><br /><em>Já mero vulto</em><br /><em>na madrugada</em> <em>opalina </em><br /><em>rompendo tempo a lucidez</em><br /><em>turvando o movimento</em><br /><em>que a verdade</em><br /><em>encima</em><br /><br /><em>resumido lume...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1417668475492144099?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-28048900420830577412010-02-21T12:04:00.006Z2010-02-23T12:14:56.076Z...tocando o solo imaterial...da alma<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S4EoNs_BijI/AAAAAAAABw4/86NPmMA2NP4/s1600-h/101_0138.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440674040719182386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S4EoNs_BijI/AAAAAAAABw4/86NPmMA2NP4/s400/101_0138.jpg" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Foto:Michael (c)</span></span></em><br /><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>Hoje...</em></div><div align="left"><em>meu hoje inacordado</em><br /><em>palavras ao vendaval</em><br /><em>soltas...vagarosamente...</em><br /></div><em></em><div align="left"><em>um passar perto quase... rente</em><br /><em>tocando o solo imaterial d alma</em><br /><em>que permanece</em><br /><em>Ser de ti...</em></div><div align="left"><em>amado e ausência</em><br /><em>... sem elevar-se sequer</em><br /><em>meu olhar mudo</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Tu és</em></div><div align="left"><em>quase...quase ao fim de tudo...</em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2804890042083057741?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-58963300316314635862010-02-19T12:33:00.012Z2010-02-23T12:13:23.549ZSPIRITUS...<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S36eU27pJ_I/AAAAAAAABww/pN8kbhkXYBo/s1600-h/Magnolia_grandiflora1Stuart_Yeates.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439959481090385906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S36eU27pJ_I/AAAAAAAABww/pN8kbhkXYBo/s400/Magnolia_grandiflora1Stuart_Yeates.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto: wikipedia(c)</span> <span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em></em></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>... alvura mística</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">semellhança spirituosa</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">e cálida da luz... reverberando ao sol</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">que tudo hoje ilumina</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">nupcial...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">florescem triunfantes...da espera</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">nocturna dos gelos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">como palavras abertas ao mysterium...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Quando...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">me assaltar a dúvida</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">hei-de encontrar claridade</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">que me regresse...ao degrau</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">onde encimesmei...meus versos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">e aí subir ao desabrochar</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">...das magnólias</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">por ti...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">para Ângela</span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5896330031631463586?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-18946896189171053172010-02-15T09:02:00.014Z2010-02-23T12:21:03.610ZSinfonieta ...ainda um povo ...quem nos governa a fome?<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S3kZ02GUVmI/AAAAAAAABwQ/c9xl1Z6FIM8/s1600-h/101_0176.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438406420692489826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S3kZ02GUVmI/AAAAAAAABwQ/c9xl1Z6FIM8/s400/101_0176.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto:Michael (c)</span> <div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>...os Homens</em></div><div align="left"><em>cegos como abismos</em></div><div align="left"><em>derivam ...em sínfises palatais</em></div><div align="left"><em>claves tacteantes...de um prelúdio</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>dissonante</em> </div><br /><div align="left"><em>acorrentados ao EGO</em></div><div align="left"><em>erguendo fossos de ignomínia</em></div><div align="left"><em>e de mentira...</em></div><em></em><br /><div align="left"><em>Quem nos governa a fome</em></div><div align="left"><em>nos rege a dor... excrucia</em></div><div align="left"><em>indiferentes</em></div><div align="left"><em>nos editam os dias</em></div><div align="left"><em>o fim do sorriso </em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>Somos ainda um povo...</em></div><div align="left"><em>ou sinfonieta</em></div><div align="left"><em>de um qualquer mendigo</em><em> </em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">com PALAVROSSAVRVS</span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1894689618917105317?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-88511413767566552322010-02-10T12:08:00.006Z2010-02-10T23:53:00.524Zde tão pouco...ter parecido tanto...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S3M7xkp2deI/AAAAAAAABwI/W5f8CE7F6Bc/s1600-h/101_0042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436754898005161442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S3M7xkp2deI/AAAAAAAABwI/W5f8CE7F6Bc/s400/101_0042.jpg" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto: Michael (c)</span></em> <div align="left"><em>... alma que me atravesse... água</em></div><div align="left"><em>que me cubra... o corpo vago e triste...</em><em> </em></div><em></em><br /><div align="left"><em>Um abrigo</em></div><div align="left"><em>que me sonhe a madrugada</em></div><div align="left"><em>talhe o quebranto</em></div><div align="left"><em>que...inda resiste</em></div><div align="left"><em>amarra escravizada ao cais</em></div><div align="left"><em>na oceânica vertigem </em></div><div align="left"><em>de tão pouco... ter parecido tanto...</em></div><em></em><br /><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>... sobram meus ais</em></div><em></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-8851141376756655232?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-26580395345327536892010-02-07T12:27:00.010Z2010-02-22T15:11:56.156ZA METÁFORA!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S262oIP7oCI/AAAAAAAABv8/zkG4zQM-NZM/s1600-h/dsc00062.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435482600808095778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S262oIP7oCI/AAAAAAAABv8/zkG4zQM-NZM/s400/dsc00062.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto: mohanty (c)<br /></span><em></em><br /><div align="left"><em>...é nesse voo...na vigília d alma</em></div><div align="left"><em>que se cumpre o entendimento</em></div><div align="left"><em>além... do que os lábios silenciam...</em></div><div align="left"><em> </em><em>mais do que vale </em></div><div align="left"><em>o efémero</em><em>... mais do que</em></div><div align="left"><em>sustenta a senda humana</em></div><div align="left"><em>difusa...entregue </em></div><div align="left"><em>Dentro a alma... que se afaga</em></div><div align="left"><em>e nunca dorme...</em></div><div align="left"><em>grito que é mais fundo do que a fome </em></div><div align="left"><em>sentido orgulho florido O CRAVO</em></div><div align="left"><em>que não morre ABRIL</em></div><div align="left"><em>de ser água...</em><em>que me corre</em></div></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>...o pensamento exule e breve<br /></div></em><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2658039534532753689?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-15150398772942425592010-02-06T11:39:00.010Z2010-02-08T11:11:17.816ZMágoas sentidas d ´alguém...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S21jiyO7YiI/AAAAAAAABv0/FCtBHW8ZzJM/s1600-h/IMG_0585c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435109774557143586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S21jiyO7YiI/AAAAAAAABv0/FCtBHW8ZzJM/s400/IMG_0585c.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto: Dani (c)<br /></span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">...<em>aconteceste no sopro das palavras</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">ondulava a brisa...ainda</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">oculta melodia ... aberto</span></em><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">canto de pássaros...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Acordamos juntos a lucidez </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">das horas a elevarem-se</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">em véus de realidade... como a que voa</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">nos</span></em> <em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">corpos lassos...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As palavras... essas caíam</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">folhas saciadas d abandono</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">perdendo-se nos espaços...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Em delírios vagos... espelhados</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">à superfície do sono...onde</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">a verdade envelhece...como </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">um lamento de proa...</span></em></div><div align="left"></div><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Só a luz!...nada é mais verdade...</span></em> </div><div align="left"></div><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1515039877294242559?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-9209383289311525252010-02-06T01:15:00.013Z2010-02-06T02:36:00.447Zvotado ao esquecimento...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2zHA2e4FqI/AAAAAAAABvU/XhEXfvmkENU/s1600-h/IMG_0395.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434937667768293026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2zHA2e4FqI/AAAAAAAABvU/XhEXfvmkENU/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto: mohanty (c)</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><em> </em></div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>... agudize </em><em>fragmente...</em><em>e pasme</em> </div><div align="left"><em>d </em><em>i</em><em>nsano fulgor e </em><em>transparência...</em></div><div align="left"><br /><em>Que não coube o instante </em><br /><em>na entrega...</em><br /><em>orfão</em><em> indizível d alegria</em><br /><em>Se eras a mentira da verdade </em><br /><em>qu´eu escondia</em><br /><em>A mágoa </em><em>estrita e veemente </em><br /><em>desmesurada...</em><br /><br /><em>Lustre fantasia...</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-920938328931152525?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-27284538277643810202010-02-03T11:52:00.010Z2010-02-22T16:23:42.899Zimpermutable le temps...<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2l8RwDh2aI/AAAAAAAABvM/hZZdVeNydps/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434011069798537634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2l8RwDh2aI/AAAAAAAABvM/hZZdVeNydps/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"> Foto: mohanty (c)</span><br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">...t</span>ombe...toujours dévot...</span></em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /><em>sans sárrêter ses pas</em><br /><em>comme un payer de promesses</em><br /><br /><em>... Oh inquiétude...insidieuse</em><br /><br /><em>qui nos semble un chemin de soif sans</em><br /><em>brouille ...dérobé au l´avenir</em><br /><em>Aveugle... comme les fleurs qui on froisse</em><br /><em>vient sans doutes ouvrir més yeux</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>sécher mes larmes </em><br /><br /><em>Prendre le temps...</em><br /><em>...et mon angoisse</em> ...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2728453827764381020?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-9308398656762507222010-01-31T12:10:00.007Z2010-02-22T16:24:26.382Z...mas devagar<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2V0GCnzgDI/AAAAAAAABuw/QoPlqkkaQog/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432876172624232498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2V0GCnzgDI/AAAAAAAABuw/QoPlqkkaQog/s400/IMG_0512.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto:mohanty (c)</span><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">...mais do que posso esperar</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">mais um... Inverno...arrancado ao abismo</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">à pura inspiração...</span></em><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> do eu quieto e gelado...</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Por debaixo desse vão</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">há tanto querer....tanto....</span></em><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">em demasia...</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">sem dor nem melancolia</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">que me coabita a razão</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Não não estou morto</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">inda quero ficar</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">se não é torpe... utopia ...morrer </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">mas devagar...</span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-930839865676250722?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-77549121724171468792010-01-30T12:08:00.004Z2010-01-30T13:09:13.987ZLARANJA ÁCIDA...<div align="center"><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2Qh5djv5iI/AAAAAAAABuQ/VF6a2cy9Yyg/s1600-h/501304184_ee88cf5efb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432504321586488866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2Qh5djv5iI/AAAAAAAABuQ/VF6a2cy9Yyg/s400/501304184_ee88cf5efb.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">foto: galeria dlc0421<br /></span><br /></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">...meu chão...meu ponto de fuga</span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>tocando almas suspensas...</em><em> </em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Como em s</em><em>onho positrónico...halo erguido </em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>de um fado </em><em>diverso... e ilusório</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Se foste por mim possuído......por meu verso</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">verte o sumo amargo...que trago </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">casto e anverso</span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Que sou... d amor</em> <em>contido!...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-7754912172417146879?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-49474472813512243172010-01-28T11:57:00.021Z2010-02-22T16:25:31.763ZA IMPONDERABILIDADE DE " FELLINI" no sonho do menino...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-hBfjv9I/AAAAAAAABto/gWmHcPx3a00/s1600-h/_MG_1402.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431761731387113426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-hBfjv9I/AAAAAAAABto/gWmHcPx3a00/s400/_MG_1402.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-bUc1mBI/AAAAAAAABtg/0OCNjhMW7o0/s1600-h/_MG_1401.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431761633396758546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-bUc1mBI/AAAAAAAABtg/0OCNjhMW7o0/s400/_MG_1401.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-KpjxT8I/AAAAAAAABtI/uHObPG8zF_0/s1600-h/_MG_1397.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431761347005206466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-KpjxT8I/AAAAAAAABtI/uHObPG8zF_0/s400/_MG_1397.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-GSh0w4I/AAAAAAAABtA/7j_FT4eXv6o/s1600-h/_MG_1395.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431761272103551874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-GSh0w4I/AAAAAAAABtA/7j_FT4eXv6o/s400/_MG_1395.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-BiTbs6I/AAAAAAAABs4/aQ0JaCiaqQo/s1600-h/_MG_1383.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431761190438810530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F-BiTbs6I/AAAAAAAABs4/aQ0JaCiaqQo/s400/_MG_1383.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9y0tNpmI/AAAAAAAABso/_Jm91vZBoSU/s1600-h/_MG_1371.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431760937680741986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9y0tNpmI/AAAAAAAABso/_Jm91vZBoSU/s400/_MG_1371.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9taQszNI/AAAAAAAABsg/vuNectVCR7I/s1600-h/_MG_1370.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431760844682480850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9taQszNI/AAAAAAAABsg/vuNectVCR7I/s400/_MG_1370.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9nxRU45I/AAAAAAAABsY/riRb-LZPbgA/s1600-h/_MG_1369.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431760747779908498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9nxRU45I/AAAAAAAABsY/riRb-LZPbgA/s400/_MG_1369.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9jsVSm3I/AAAAAAAABsQ/rosP9FIi_RE/s1600-h/_MG_1368.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431760677734882162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9jsVSm3I/AAAAAAAABsQ/rosP9FIi_RE/s400/_MG_1368.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9e3-tNxI/AAAAAAAABsI/qVvqkhnmUcs/s1600-h/_MG_1365.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431760594962036498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S2F9e3-tNxI/AAAAAAAABsI/qVvqkhnmUcs/s400/_MG_1365.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Fotos:Rui Pinheiro(c)<br /></span><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>...veio do sul..." a surpresa"bem guardada</em></div><div><em>apanhou o Pedro...a ponto de se embrulhar em lágrimas</em></div><div><em>contaminando a comitiva de honra que "a " aguardava...</em></div><div><em>O Pedro recebia por fim o irmão inventado...o Fellini!</em></div><div><em>as prendas chegavam a cama cogumelo as mantas...</em></div><div><em>o toilette a escova a transportadora...os biscoitos </em></div><div><em>Os "toy" mais provocantes ...</em><em>o ratinho a bola</em> </div><div><em>e tudo o que rolasse...chocalhasse aos ouvidos do bolinha</em></div><div><em>Súbito...a casa tomou formas vivas...diálogos novos</em></div><div><em>risos surpreendentes e os colos disputavam-se</em></div><div><em>entre ternuras e dialectos blá blá tititi...é a alegria total...</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>Que...os homens renovam... </em><em>a eterna criança...</em></div><div><em>que dentro nos demora....</em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-4947447281351224317?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-7771496879557625072010-01-26T14:44:00.016Z2010-02-22T16:26:21.361ZCORES DO ADORMECER...<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S18GvUJzwiI/AAAAAAAABsA/1cncUsq3q04/s1600-h/501337421_cfb7f5458b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431067085565575714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S18GvUJzwiI/AAAAAAAABsA/1cncUsq3q04/s400/501337421_cfb7f5458b.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto:Flickr (c)</span><br /></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>...adormecer ... rente </em></div><div align="left"><em>ao lugar do sono...</em></div><div align="left"><em>onde nada se explique o precipício</em></div><div align="left"><em>os pés descalços a rua e o sumiço</em></div><div align="left"><em>de uma alma nua...à toa buscando</em></div><div align="left"><em>buscando </em><em>por sorte talvez... alvorada</em></div><div align="left"><em>o instante</em><em> que... </em><em>afague a boca oferecida</em></div><div align="left"><em>e os lábios mordam o espanto...</em></div><div align="left"><em>...brotem flores e violinos...luzam<br />regatos d estrelas </em></div></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>caia o corpo no quebranto...</em></div><div align="left"><em>madruge... </em><em>nele o feitiço</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-777149687955762507?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-85295683260362692362010-01-19T13:35:00.011Z2010-02-22T16:28:59.007Z...qualquer coisa... alguma... que se ame...<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S1XEz4bFMjI/AAAAAAAABr4/DNJ4UMVYawg/s1600-h/501337449_f64cdd3a33.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428461321463345714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S1XEz4bFMjI/AAAAAAAABr4/DNJ4UMVYawg/s400/501337449_f64cdd3a33.jpg" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto:Flickr (c)<br /></span></em><em></em><br /><div align="left"><em>... breve fantasia</em> ...<em> frágil equilibrio</em></div><div align="left"><em>onde a erva...</em><em>inda possa crescer</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Pouse nas palavras</em><br /><em>como hoje o sol...tímido mas cheio</em><br /><em>dessa violenta matéria que nos abrasa</em><br /><em>Transforme a nobre solidão dos poetas</em><br /><em>em tangências de côr risos rios </em><em>etecteras</em><br /><em>nos mate a sede</em><br /><em>e a fome...oh insaciabilidade</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Que a beleza humanize... ornamente</em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">...qualquer coisa... alguma... que se ame...</span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-8529568326036269236?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-28356907940897145692010-01-17T14:21:00.009Z2010-02-22T16:30:53.802ZNÓS? apenas vaticinamos...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S1MwrhMPU0I/AAAAAAAABrw/OibrMbdSNc0/s1600-h/m_menino_haiti_7d5b37ad214b4f2e388b4f339b3570c2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427735500113793858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S1MwrhMPU0I/AAAAAAAABrw/OibrMbdSNc0/s400/m_menino_haiti_7d5b37ad214b4f2e388b4f339b3570c2.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto : o menino google(c)<br /></span><em></em><br /><div align="left"><em>... manhã </em><em>silente...inda fechada </em><br /><em>como trem que me des(encaminha) </em><br /><em>hoje os passos...em reverberações de nada...</em><br /><br /><em>Só o que os olhos dizem...</em><br /><em>e o que a alma grita impotente</em><br /><em>os mundos ruem...apagam</em><br /><em>entre rostos destroçados </em><br /><em>Quem somos</em><br /><em>se... apenas vaticinamos</em> <em>morte</em><br /><em>falente desilusão sem sentidos...</em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2835690794089714569?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-11007228186322573692010-01-13T13:23:00.011Z2010-01-14T13:24:54.734ZPOEMA OPALINO...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S03UAUmlBTI/AAAAAAAABro/E6_oSX4fWAI/s1600-h/Snow_crystals_2b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426226228046923058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S03UAUmlBTI/AAAAAAAABro/E6_oSX4fWAI/s400/Snow_crystals_2b.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto:snow_cristal_2b (c)<br /></span><div align="left"><em>...só a luz...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">opalina</span></em><br /><em>sobre a densa alvura das coisas...</em><br /><em>Um <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tangido</span> rubor </em><br /><em>de silêncio e cã ternura</em><br /><em>pende do céu... se esvai...</em><br /><em>sobre </em><em>minh´alma</em> <em>a cogitar </em><em></em><br /><em>de frio...</em></div><div align="left"><em>como espelho cristalizando...o rio</em></div><div align="left"><em>Que a vida entende...</em> <em>a espera</em></div><div align="left"><em>prometida na luz e na cor</em></div><div align="left"><em>que o tempo sempre encaminha...</em></div><div align="left"><em>matando o sonho a quimera</em></div><div align="left"><em>a ilusão que definha...</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>...Caiam teus olhos d estio</em><br /><em>em transumâncias d amor</em> ... </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1100722818632257369?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-13612613119040451162010-01-11T14:27:00.010Z2010-02-22T16:35:50.207ZIMPASSIBLE...la neige<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S0s7Z2e-n0I/AAAAAAAABrg/jwkXMWFprXc/s1600-h/serraestreladf9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425495491406110530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S0s7Z2e-n0I/AAAAAAAABrg/jwkXMWFprXc/s400/serraestreladf9.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto: Serra da estrela(c)</span><br /><div align="left"><em>cai... caindo...</em><br /><em>cerzindo...</em><em> os males</em><br /><em>do mundo</em><br /><em>num avesso que nos concede</em><br /><em>a ilusão do olhar</em><br /><em>cai...</em><br /><em>caindo devagar</em><br /><em>e por um tempo...efémero e fugaz </em><br /><em>tudo se aquieta...o sol a borboleta</em><br /><em>o desnorte </em><em>e o homem </em><br /><em> que a um tempo despojado</em></div><div align="left"><br /><em>volta </em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-1361261311904045116?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-31254476917080853822010-01-09T12:40:00.014Z2010-02-22T16:39:06.199ZEU...deixo-me aqui ausencia<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S0h8fcA6kZI/AAAAAAAABrQ/6OMY7NL62mk/s1600-h/501304158_b9d45a8723.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424722630705582482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S0h8fcA6kZI/AAAAAAAABrQ/6OMY7NL62mk/s400/501304158_b9d45a8723.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto:Galeria dcl (c)</span> </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em>Quando as palavras que dizes</em></div><div align="left"><em>deixam ramos de ternura</em><br /><em>se esbatem alma...tristeza</em><br /><em>e silencio</em><br /><em>buscam por dentro certeza</em><br /><em>de muito querer porventura...</em><br /><em>amigo que és a própria sede</em><br /><em>de um abraço profundo</em><br /><em>que te habite o sol</em><br /><em>te invada o próprio mundo...</em><br /><em>...como pássaro Primavera</em><br /><em>entre flores e caminho</em><br /><em>EU...deixo-me aqui ausencia</em><br /><br /><em>mãos anunciadas </em><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Aos AMIGOS</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-3125447691708085382?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-29099719891101699812010-01-05T20:16:00.012Z2010-02-22T16:40:59.843Z... Esqueçam esse depois ( adeus ao Ano Velho)<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S0PCbMxTR9I/AAAAAAAABrI/cPmspJfmpG4/s1600-h/501304168_facff38a08.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423392148824475602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S0PCbMxTR9I/AAAAAAAABrI/cPmspJfmpG4/s400/501304168_facff38a08.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto: galeria dlc (c)<br /></span><em></em><br /><div align="left"><em>...</em><em> não corro o risco de voltar</em></div><div align="left"><em>agora que morri</em></div><div align="left"><em>que celebrei minha primeira missa</em></div><div align="left"><em>me ofereceram flores</em></div><div align="left"><em>palavras de alento</em></div><div align="left"><em>um poema</em></div><div align="left"><em>me dispensaram</em></div><div align="left"><em>uma lágrima de circunstância</em></div><div align="left"><em>um discurso</em> hipócrita</div><div align="left"><em>sobre a minha tumba</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Esqueçam esse depois</em></div><div align="left"><em>que sou livre enfim...</em></div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-2909971989110169981?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-30639598444096553962010-01-05T19:37:00.003Z2010-01-05T20:11:46.274ZSE...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S0Ocko53HcI/AAAAAAAABqw/QIFY-6QExN0/s1600-h/501337397_0f5b12f471.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423350529553538498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/S0Ocko53HcI/AAAAAAAABqw/QIFY-6QExN0/s400/501337397_0f5b12f471.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">Foto: galeria dlc(c)</span></div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Se um dia<br />tiver de escolher entre o mundo e o amor<br />lembre-se...<br />Se escolher o mundo<br />ficará sem o amor<br />mas... se escolher o amor<br />com ele conquistará o mundo!<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><div>ALBERT EINSTEIN</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-3063959844409655396?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-57570630797222644792010-01-02T13:44:00.009Z2010-02-22T16:42:45.503Zem 2 0 1 0 DESEJO-NOS<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/Sz9ZK4kc9pI/AAAAAAAABqg/N3lmMTWKPRw/s1600-h/501337685_f7f4b797a6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422150519896209042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/Sz9ZK4kc9pI/AAAAAAAABqg/N3lmMTWKPRw/s400/501337685_f7f4b797a6.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Foto:flickr(c)</span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Em 2 0 1 0</span> </span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Desejo-nos<br />o avesso de lugares já pisados </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">o fim de todas as violações, o poder<br />Não queremos novas convicções<br />novos deuses anestésicos ... ou ilusões<br />Não não nos tirem o direito inconfiscável<br />de amar...arranquem-nos ao morno<br />quotidiano...não nos prendam a razão<br />por mais um ano...que estamos fartos<br />de esperar...de votar<br />Por um sentimento novo<br />pela reforma adiada de um povo<br />quase a acabar...<br />E se a moral e a metafísica<br />e se a cobiça e o ódio animal ainda houverem<br />de nos governar... que endoidemos <br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Que morrer em nome do que mais corrompe e desperdiça</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">...é uma global uma cruel e descomunal injustiça.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5757063079722264479?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-53493251393633617062009-12-31T11:04:00.008Z2010-02-22T16:46:49.101ZONE WAY!...<div align="left"><em></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzyJsnuumzI/AAAAAAAABpw/Vul5c1yve2k/s1600-h/IMRAN_(c)DSCN4097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421359451119459122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzyJsnuumzI/AAAAAAAABpw/Vul5c1yve2k/s400/IMRAN_(c)DSCN4097.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Foto:IMRAN (C)</span> </span></em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">...rumo ao amor</span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">precisado o momento de ficar sozinho </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">na razão </span></em><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">exuberante do crer</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">apontando-nos um dedo desaprovador</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">ao que nos perpassa...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">sem voz nem protesto</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">2010 vontades multiplicadas </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">por TODOS farão a diferença...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /></div><em><span style="color:#009900;">VOTOS DE ANO BOM</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-5349325139363361706?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-90968569623415626722009-12-28T13:05:00.015Z2010-02-22T16:48:40.899ZREFLEXO<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzjUs-hWCpI/AAAAAAAABpk/T07vSmlwwoI/s1600-h/501304434_b28376ebca.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316020702579346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzjUs-hWCpI/AAAAAAAABpk/T07vSmlwwoI/s400/501304434_b28376ebca.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"> Foto: Galeria dlc 0421 (c)</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420309778249654178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzjPBnkln6I/AAAAAAAABpU/flodgBABsus/s400/ANDY+BUI.gif" /><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>Encontra-me ao fim </em></div><div align="left"><em>do que procuras...naquele exalar d entusiasmo</em></div><div align="left"><em>que pus a caminho quando as cearas</em><br /><em>cresciam sonhos de verão e romance</em><br /><em>Se recordas </em></div><div align="left"><em>...aquele frémito de voz</em><br /><em>que sussurra ainda...</em><em> sobre os campos</em><br /><em>famintos...</em><em>rendidos ao silêncio</em><br /><em>mergulha na memória </em><em>do que se perdeu</em><br /><em>instante ausente... já sem fulgor dourando nas espigas</em><br /><em>Nem flores abertas na ramaria</em><br /><em>o que longe de ti se extinguia</em></div><div align="left"><em>e a tanto obrigas...</em><em> </em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-9096856962341562672?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502778509741301438.post-83868391932150110542009-12-23T14:30:00.016Z2009-12-23T15:20:31.181ZNATAL SEREI ...POR TI MEU AMOR<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzIxzJ5a2EI/AAAAAAAABoE/20ZEG3gQw6I/s1600-h/PC140175.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418448056579971138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzIxzJ5a2EI/AAAAAAAABoE/20ZEG3gQw6I/s400/PC140175.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzIwl8omAgI/AAAAAAAABns/L51IFnB--EM/s1600-h/PC140177.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418446730169811458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwW-O0l8rVQ/SzIwl8omAgI/AAAAAAAABns/L51IFnB--EM/s400/PC140177.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"> Fotos: Helena Branco -Praga (c)<br /></span><div><div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>Despedi-me</em></div><div align="left"><em>sem soltar tuas mãos</em></div><div align="left"><em>quando parecias tão demais...tão eleito</em></div><div align="left"><em>e a flor que ficou</em></div><div align="left"><em>a morrer dentro do peito</em></div><div align="left"><em>varrida como chuva</em></div><div align="left"><em>que se apressa a cair</em></div><div align="left"><em>e a impedir-se...</em></div><div align="left"><em>que te detivesse o vento</em></div><div align="left"><em>de partir...</em></div><div align="left"><em>Deixou </em></div><div align="left"><em>de ti...não sei...</em></div><div align="left"><em>se o perfume</em></div><div align="left"><em>que os olhos vendados não dizem</em></div><div align="left"><em>nem o queixume</em></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><em>NATAL serei...</em></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">AOS QUE AMAM incondicionalmente</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">o ABRAÇO da HB</span></em></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7502778509741301438-8386839193215011054?l=lostrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>helenabranco.poet@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828636163953809261noreply@blogger.com2