tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377675642012-03-02T14:35:36.200-03:00Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.comBlogger1001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-33954276925196235832012-03-02T14:35:00.005-03:002012-03-02T14:35:36.204-03:00<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">E o verbo se fez carne</span><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">a carne voltou a ser pó</span><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">o pó diluiu-se ao vento</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">o ventou integrou-se às nuvens</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">as nuvens sonharam um poema</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">o poema se fez verbo </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">e o verbo se fez carne</span><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-3395427692519623583?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-10997866640598290422011-09-21T09:28:00.000-03:002011-09-21T09:29:02.627-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7086feeee60f202" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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#444444;">Marquei um desencontro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">Comigo mesmo</span><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">E não apareci!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">E ficando onde estava</span><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">Sem buscar mais nada</span><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">Sem saída e sem chegada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">Entrei por outras estradas</span><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">Encontrei o que não procurava</span><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">Cheguei denovo a mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7862495276520816306?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-5752548843669219732011-08-31T08:26:00.000-03:002011-08-31T08:26:10.645-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c78879e0c145eddf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" 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/></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-43066769089880275192011-08-30T10:13:00.002-03:002011-08-30T10:13:12.252-03:00<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:HyphenationZone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;">.<span style="font-size: large;">..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se a voz do tempo tivesse gritado</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Para nos espertar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nos desapertar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do sono da existência</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do feno da ignorância</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dos véus de ilusão...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas ela era movimento e contemplação </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pura e simples</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">E no templo do tempo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Havia um altar de pedras redondas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">alisadas pelos atritos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">que sofreram</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sulcadas pelos risos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Choradas pelos rios</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cunhadas por solidão</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quem soube ouvir a voz de uma pedra</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ouviu a voz do tempo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Porque sua voz é pura e simples</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">É completo silêncio</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">e resignação </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4306676908988027519?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-50561649882759154402011-08-29T11:21:00.004-03:002011-08-29T12:53:50.140-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkLSAYx4_D8/Tlu1noU2Y2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/LwDWywOKhnk/s1600/palavras.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkLSAYx4_D8/Tlu1noU2Y2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/LwDWywOKhnk/s400/palavras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646306250283443042" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >As palavras estão pousadas</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >nos galhos de uma árvore seca.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Aguardam prontas mas em silêncio</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >alguem que, desatento,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >lhes façam revoar dalí</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Fazendo surgir em seu voo</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >despretencioso</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Alguma poesia</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >...</span> <br /></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-5056164988275915440?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-67859381678077021182011-02-08T12:54:00.001-02:002011-08-29T14:08:31.388-03:00<div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Estamos fartos!<br /><br />Fartos de lançamentos de carros novos<br /><br />De celulares com mais 10 funções inéditas<br />que nunca utilizaremos<br /><br />Fartos de nos dizerem<br />O que devemos usar<br />o que devemos dizer<br />o que devemos sentir<br /><br /><br />Fartos de propagandas vazias<br />Com cachorros pra criar empatia<br />Ou mulher bonita pra vender a cerveja<br /><br /><br />Fartos de noticias banais<br />Sobre a vida idiota<br />De exibicionistas narcisos<br /><br />Fartos de fatos imprecisos<br />Criados, manipulados<br />E vendidos<br /><br /><br />Fartos do discurso falso<br />De indústria verde<br />De criação de empregos<br />Da ditadura da economia<br /><br /><br />Fartos de tanta violência simbólica<br />Da violência física e psicológica<br />Dos que sugam a mais-valia<br /><br />Fartos de criar expectativas falsas<br />Das falas demagogas<br />Em nome de uma pseudo- democracia<br /><br />Estamos fartos de ofertas e lançamentos<br />Dos mercadores de almas<br /><br />De programas de domingo<br />Vomitando baixo entretenimento<br /><br />Fartos de ver a fartura em poucas mãos<br />Sendo que ela foi construída por muitos<br /><br />Alguém, por favor,<br />Queira criar alguma coisa nova<br />Uma coisa outra<br /><br />Que nos devolva um pouco de respiração<br />Nos deixe cultivar um pouco de sossego na alma<br />e faça brotar alguma poesia<br />Enquanto aprendemos o silêncio!<br /><br /><br /></span>...</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">Continue vc a poesia!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-6785938167807702118?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-43342853239872631082010-11-05T08:17:00.000-02:002010-11-05T08:19:21.977-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/TNPaAJrHyHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Q1SxpRATxuA/s1600/CONVIT~2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536008063100110962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/TNPaAJrHyHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Q1SxpRATxuA/s400/CONVIT~2.JPG" /></a><br /><div>clique em cima para ampliar o convite</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4334285323987263108?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-88085832334268077002010-07-05T14:25:00.007-03:002011-08-29T11:16:28.663-03:00<p></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>...</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Ando por ruas</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Desertas</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Pelas veias abertas</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Da américa</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>.</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Pelas velhas</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Esperanças de amanhãs</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>.</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Nem sei se ando</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>.</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Os pés caminham</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Neles apenas confio</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>.</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Que saibam pra onde vão</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Que saibam </em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>.</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Ouvir as mãos</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>...</em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Kaibers </em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"><em></em></span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-8808583233426807700?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-47182303216427477902010-05-18T23:46:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:12:25.207-03:00<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: #073763;">...</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Não me julgue pelo que falo</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Nem julgue o que sai da minha boca</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Tudo isso é palco</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Tudo isso é pouco</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> É tudo solto</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> É só meu modo de te crer</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Só meu medo de te ver</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Meu meio de te ter</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Dentro desse oco do discurso</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Há uma infinidade de coisas indo, vindo</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Incontáveis momentos de encanto</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Que eu não sei descrever</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Que não consigo dizer</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Mas sinta minhas veias:</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Pulsam</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> E as tuas também</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Estão correndo</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Ao toque sutil dos dedos</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> As células ecoam e</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Vibram</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Saboreiam</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Desfrutam</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> É meu carnal bouquê</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Sendo-te oferecido</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Em doce sacrifício</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Devora-o com teus dentes</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Sem receio</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> E despedaça esse disfarce</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Forjado</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> E corroído</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Esse pesado traje</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Chamado Eu, chamado Você</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Chamado nós</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> Chamado texto</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> ...</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br /></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4718230321642747790?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-46134084830506090752010-04-18T20:44:00.003-03:002011-08-29T14:07:57.593-03:00<div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>...</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>As vezes</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>olho de cabeça pra baixo</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>e penso:</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>é assim que tinha que ser</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>As vezes acho</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>que nem deveria existir</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>E as vezes nem penso muito</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>para nao mais sofrer</b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #4c1130;"><b>...</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4613408483050609075?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-32089392299814070412010-04-11T20:17:00.002-03:002010-04-11T20:22:43.991-03:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7903cb88059590f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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hoje</span></div><div style="color: #073763;"><br /></div><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"> degustaremos tediosamente mais uma tentativa,<br /><br />do destino ou em vida,<br /><br />de nos manter acesos ante as cinzas<br /><br />que ja invadem nossos olhos...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-1271978701965177347?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-88353750836206269372010-03-14T13:35:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:13:34.959-03:00<div style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Ouço meu corpo,<br />ouço meus medos,<br />ouço meus sonhos,<br /><br />ouço os homens<br />os bons e os maus,<br /><br />ouço o silencio<br />e o barulho<br /><br /><br />tudo diz algo<br />em sua dificil linguagem<br /><br /><br />nem sempre há consolo<br /><br />ante a voz<br /><br />da propria existencia<br /><br /><br />E tudo se cala<br /><br />em sua propria finitide<br /><br />novamente<br /><br />...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-8835375083620626937?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-20618826680266751902009-06-23T19:49:00.000-03:002009-06-23T19:51:49.527-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SkFcbOsTG4I/AAAAAAAAAho/KdwaCjdmvdE/s1600-h/poema+opri.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350659455162981250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SkFcbOsTG4I/AAAAAAAAAho/KdwaCjdmvdE/s400/poema+opri.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-2061882668026675190?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-18637993163419661872009-04-11T16:52:00.003-03:002011-08-30T08:14:35.998-03:00<div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>...</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i></i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>Absorvida </i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>sua densa</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>intensidade</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>forma-se</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>substancia</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>nebulosa</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>fluida e organica</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i></i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>Mastigo</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>a existência</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i></i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>Logo</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>dilui-se</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>em galaxias</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>flutuantes</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i></i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>Universo adentro</i></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i></i></span></div><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i style="color: #134f5c;">...</i> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-1863799316341966187?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-14703724859482662532009-04-11T16:50:00.002-03:002011-08-29T13:11:20.462-03:00<div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...<br /><br />Não fugir dos dias cinzas<br />Nem fingir esquecê-los<br />Sob o teto fácil<br />Da loucura ou da ironia<br /><br />Mas Bebê-los <br />Extraindo a exata temperatura<br /><br />Sorvê-los <br />Em cada tom claro ou escuro<br />Até que os olhos percebam:<br />Nem eram tão cinzas<br /><br />Pairavam outras cores e tons<br /><br />...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-1470372485948266253?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-31253489273775570922009-01-26T12:38:00.007-02:002011-08-30T08:15:14.111-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SX3k08eZ3pI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SBO-wttGcXQ/s1600-h/SDC10214.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295640335095553682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SX3k08eZ3pI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SBO-wttGcXQ/s400/SDC10214.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 78%;">Lago Municipal - Cascavel - Paraná (foto: Kaibers) </span><br /><span style="color: #ffcc99; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i></i></b></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>Nao tinha nada no meu caminho</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>pedra a pedra</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>o fui construindo</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>nao entristeço</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>pelo calos</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>pude escolher </i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>as arvores</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>os verdes</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>passáros</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>vou tranquilo</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>desfruto das sombras</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>sao minhas</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>e sao de todos </i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>que quiserem vir</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>o descanso</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>contudo</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>é breve</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>breves sao meus dias</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>e o caminho precisa</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>seguir</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>quando eu e ele</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>sermos finalmente um</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>nao teremos</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>(nenhum dos dois)</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i>mais fim</i></b></span></div><br /><span style="color: #ffcc99; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-3125348927377557092?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Alteração de lei!</span><br /></i></b></span><br /><span style="color: red;"><b>Ficam dispostas a seguintes alterações:<br /><span style="color: black;">.</span></b></span><br /><div style="color: white;">.</div><div style="color: white;">.</div><div style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Autorizado caminhar descalço e sentir a vida pulsando na via;<br /><br />Autorizado ser o que é. E só;<br /><br />Autorizado doar sem esperar algo em troca;<br /><br />Autorizado abraço fora de hora;<br /><br />Autorizado entregar-se ao comum, a mutuo, ao todo...<br /><br />Autorizado sentir-se só. E só.<br /><br />Autorizado chorar;<br /><br />Autorizado errar;<br /><br />Autorizado perdoar-se;<br /><br />Autorizado aquecer-se ao sol. E esquecer-se;<br /><br />Autorizado colher ramos, rumos, rimas...<br /><br />Autorizado o mergulho no infinito da infinitude tua!<br /><br />Autorizado sentir o vento trazer uma umidade mínima, gota improvável (do céu ou rio?);<br /><br />Fica autorizado também pensar no outro, pensar no coletivo e olhar além do próprio umbigo;<br /><br />De acordo com o item anterior, fica autorizado deixar de ser individualista e consumir menos;<br /><br />Autorizado olhar pra cima, de baixo de uma árvore.<br /><br />Autorizado olhar pra baixo, de cima de uma árvore.<br /><br />E Autorizado continuar este poema!</span></div><div style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-5899346882021713396?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-33063434183185582402008-09-14T16:31:00.000-03:002008-09-14T16:34:48.613-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SM1nPTLiXtI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9FEY1tDyv-A/s1600-h/SDC10191.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245962653500858066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SM1nPTLiXtI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9FEY1tDyv-A/s400/SDC10191.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SM1nPpX6EUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/C65ass17lbE/s1600-h/SDC10222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245962659458322754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SM1nPpX6EUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/C65ass17lbE/s400/SDC10222.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-3306343418318558240?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-41439900459014762902008-09-09T10:44:00.003-03:002008-09-09T10:58:35.721-03:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-76a70784f9a1b742" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76a70784f9a1b742%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333575403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1797E1F748F1C802833691B373EE3189689FD43F.25F932F986F4A5ED8C5F6F488B780F4919BB61FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76a70784f9a1b742%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqJPnzykq41JPDh7ZmO7dQeDyuhk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76a70784f9a1b742%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333575403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1797E1F748F1C802833691B373EE3189689FD43F.25F932F986F4A5ED8C5F6F488B780F4919BB61FA%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76a70784f9a1b742%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqJPnzykq41JPDh7ZmO7dQeDyuhk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4143990045901476290?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-64709892037801508492008-07-01T01:01:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:17:11.521-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SGmsad4fkBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UyWtMrPa3rk/s1600-h/ccccc-002_0010.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217891213983584274" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SGmsad4fkBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UyWtMrPa3rk/s400/ccccc-002_0010.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">A senha do banco<br />a senha do pouco<br />a senha do brinco<br />a senha do louco<br /><br />O ouro dos tolos<br />o falso diamante<br />o dinamite pronto<br />o holocausto novo<br /><br /><br />A senha do sentido<br />a senha do surdo<br />a senha do medo<br />a senha do mudo<br />a senha do rumo<br /><br />E ainda em outro<br />acessar o sonho<br />mensurar o beijo<br />desejar o sono<br />mergulhar no zelo<br /><br />Ser<br />no desvelo<br /><br />Aceitar </span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">da dúvida mor </span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">o ensejo:<br />qual é senha<br />do maior segredo?</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-6470989203780150849?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-72789766088671717372008-06-12T20:20:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:17:31.185-03:00<div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">Estou correndo na chuva<br />e nao sei para onde irei<br />e nem sei para onde voce está indo<br /><br />estou molhando na chuva<br />e agora quero só curtir<br /><br />enquanto voce esta indo<br />para algum lugar<br /><br />continuo correndo até o fim<br />isso se terá algum fim<br />algum dia<br /><br />quando houver sol<br />e eu te encontrar<br /><br />ainda estarei correndo<br />na chuva<br />sem voce<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7278976608867171737?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-92114781607307404962008-06-10T22:53:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:17:56.976-03:00<div style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Dá-me de beber</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">um amarelo folha-seca</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">pra matar a sede</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">dos olhos meus</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Dá-me de sentir</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">um amarelo</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">sol-poente</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">pra eu dormir</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">sem dor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">o sono</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">dos decentes</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Dá-me de correr</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">no amarelo azul</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">de um poema sem início</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">que começou sem mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">(que terá fim?)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">a vida</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-9211478160730740496?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-4087722965980077012008-05-31T17:05:00.003-03:002011-08-30T08:18:46.558-03:00<div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sopra vento</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Leva a leve</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">borboleta</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">do tempo</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Volta</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">vento </span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">à vívida</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">brisa</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">sopro</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">E permanece</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">indo</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">sempre</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">sempre</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">sempre</span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><span style="color: #339999;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: 130%;">...</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-408772296598007701?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-84045985543255907622008-05-10T18:05:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:19:06.002-03:00<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 130%;">.<span style="color: #444444;">..</span></span><br /><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"> E hoje</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">que diria eu do futuro?</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Uma visão sem foco </span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">de uma esperança morta?</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">E do passado?<br />A sensação incompleta </span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">de uma completa insignificancia?</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Hoje</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">estamos entre vivos</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">e nao sabemos o que dizer</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-8404598554325590762?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-74262441576438765152008-05-06T23:35:00.006-03:002011-08-30T08:19:28.436-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SCEW5GcE1DI/AAAAAAAAAVo/98UD-lIWGqI/s1600-h/Zi9o3bw.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197460615198987314" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/SCEW5GcE1DI/AAAAAAAAAVo/98UD-lIWGqI/s400/Zi9o3bw.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <span style="color: #741b47;">... </span><br /><div style="color: #741b47;"><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">Envolta em encantos e deleites </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">tão raros e sublimes</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">Via nas flores</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">não sua beleza óbvia e aparente</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">Mas o desejo inconsciente que </span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">aqueles frágeis seres traziam</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">De apenas ceder aos ventos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">e às chuvas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">numa dinâmica permanente</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">E lembrava nisso seus intentos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">secretos de lutar ou desisitir</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">De sua própria </span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 180%;">flor-existência</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7426244157643876515?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-14364746577868332442008-04-27T18:01:00.001-03:002008-04-27T18:01:29.995-03:00<embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=dk0rm7p&autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/dk0rm7p/poesia-falada">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIwOTQxNjMzMDgyOCZwdD*xMjA5NDE2MzYzNDUzJnA9NzA3NTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-1436474657786833244?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-30064781206447064672008-03-09T16:05:00.005-03:002011-08-30T08:20:03.925-03:00<span style="color: #ccffff; font-size: 130%;"><b>.<span style="color: #0b5394;">..</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Construir</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Desconstruir</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Construir</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Descontruir</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Ir</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Voltar</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> Ir</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> A mim,</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> ao outro</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> a ti!</span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span><br style="color: #3d85c6;" /><span style="color: #0b5394;"> ...</span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-3006478120644706467?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-8453932134108677852008-02-26T20:21:00.004-03:002011-08-30T08:20:23.642-03:00<span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 130%;">.<span style="color: #a64d79;">..</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> Nem precisaria mais</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> de girassóis</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> no mundo</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> Teus olhos</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> iluminariam as vagas noturnas</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> e me alcançariam</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> Mas</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> para fazer saber</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> ao mundo</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> e aos que ainda duvidam</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> da novidade sempre nova</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> nascida no espírito</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> plantemos sim</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> girassóis!</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> Plantemos</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> poemas</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> e contos de amor</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> Cantemos</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> o canto</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> sereno</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> do vento vai-vem</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> Sussurremos</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> segredos</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> aos pinheiros</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> e à chuva</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> sublime companheira</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> e à lua</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> amante completa</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> aos milhares de cantos</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> do mundo</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> e ao mundo dos milhares</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> de beijos</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> e promessas vãs</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> e do modo como for</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> Assim, celebremos</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> o instante intacto,</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> último,</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> de tudo</span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><br style="color: #a64d79;" /><span style="color: #a64d79;"> ....</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-845393213410867785?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-72863491168792944202008-02-25T12:38:00.003-03:002011-08-30T08:20:45.604-03:00<div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;">...</span></b></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;">Tranborda-me de tua taça</span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;">embriaga-me do teu amor</span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;">devolve o pó às cinzas</span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;">e cinzas ao fogo</span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;">o desejo ao jogo</span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;">e o jogo ao amor</span></b></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;">...</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7286349116879294420?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-77467741155596370062008-02-25T12:36:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:21:42.999-03:00<div style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><b><i>...</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></i></b></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><br /></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><b><i>Contradição:</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><br /></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><b><i>A lua cheia</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><b><i>me esvazia</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></i></b></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></i></b></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><br /></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 180%;">...</span></i></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7746774115559637006?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-43200648609337085832008-02-25T12:33:00.002-03:002008-02-25T12:35:45.727-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R8LgQlQS0LI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HLXUxHh9fz8/s1600-h/P1172720.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170941897657733298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R8LgQlQS0LI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HLXUxHh9fz8/s400/P1172720.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Fostes a fina</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">pele</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">de meus dias</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">o rastro húmido</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">noturno</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">em minhasvistas</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Noite adentro</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">alma adentro</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">caminho afora</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Fostes doce</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">sonho</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">e agora?</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Estende-se</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">ainda</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">em meus assuntos</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">e horas</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>ameno...</em></strong> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4320064860933708583?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-78083553421474003482008-02-05T18:33:00.004-02:002011-08-30T08:22:09.925-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R8Lib1QS0MI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BbUdJudmXCA/s1600-h/P1182723.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170944289954517186" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R8Lib1QS0MI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BbUdJudmXCA/s400/P1182723.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Que passe o tempo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">e arraste</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">em sua mão pesada</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">a leve folha da vida</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Deixando apenas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">o rastro eterno</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">da apagada luz</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">que foi a humanidade</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7808355342147400348?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-51231570592378262072008-01-24T10:25:00.000-02:002008-01-24T10:27:43.374-02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R5iD3GI8lOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yNJirgbRYfM/s1600-h/aguas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159018355717084386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R5iD3GI8lOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yNJirgbRYfM/s400/aguas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"> <strong> </strong></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-5123157059237826207?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-85410427963906616262008-01-24T10:20:00.000-02:002008-01-24T10:24:50.975-02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R5iDF2I8lNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IMWXJbd0l_s/s1600-h/art1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159017509608527058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R5iDF2I8lNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IMWXJbd0l_s/s400/art1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-8541042796390661626?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-45697680617844435762008-01-23T14:57:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:22:56.648-03:00<div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">...</span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Sou um estrangeiro no mundo</span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">olhando, alheio, seus transeuntes</span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">tentando imitá-los</span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">na arte, no pensamento e no amor</span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4569768061784443576?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-41592282485415275212008-01-14T11:42:00.001-02:002008-01-14T11:45:54.681-02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R4tnXCxtmKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r0mVCOxqx9Y/s1600-h/Digitalizar0018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155327844035696802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R4tnXCxtmKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r0mVCOxqx9Y/s400/Digitalizar0018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/R4tnIyxtmJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/iNBW09f3KgM/s1600-h/Digitalizar0018.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4159228248541527521?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-78031859538766456532007-12-11T12:53:00.000-02:002007-12-11T13:28:41.195-02:00<span style="font-size:130%;">...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A chuva urbana</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">cai urbana</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nas ruas urbanas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">nas árvores urbanas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e seus sons e cheiros</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">E molha jardins urbanos</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e pessoas urbanas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Que andam urbanas,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">respiram e falam, urbanas,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">assuntos daqui</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">O prédios, acordados,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">observam as casas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Chuva é chuva</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">molha e escorre sempre</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">nas mentes</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ao menos</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Recolhem-se roupas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e anseios</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Dos varais</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">urbanos</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7803185953876645653?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-37760372127428826592007-10-20T23:27:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:23:26.375-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Rxyx3fWSL_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/IShW0-JICFo/s1600-h/P2084233.JPG"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124166042906669042" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Rxyx3fWSL_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/IShW0-JICFo/s400/P2084233.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></span></a><span style="font-size: 78%;"> foto: Cascavel - Pr (Kaibers)<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...<br /><br />&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">Quis mais<br />os ventos souberam<br />o quanto eu quis<br /><br />a leve vaga<br />dos teus sonhos<br /><br />vestidos em mim<br /><br />... </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-3776037212742882659?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-6018388284681683712007-10-15T17:27:00.002-02:002011-08-30T08:24:11.634-03:00<span style="font-size: 78%;">foto: Cascavel - Pr (Kaibers)</span><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RxPAqfWSL-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/D1m9D0UeIhs/s1600-h/P2084239.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121649037452390370" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RxPAqfWSL-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/D1m9D0UeIhs/s400/P2084239.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">silêncio</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">silêncio</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">silêncio</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">deixa calar o que estão falando</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">deixa os calos</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">falam e não dizem</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">do que a alma</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">roga</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">rogam e não falam</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">do que a alma </span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">implora</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">silêncio</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">silêncio</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">silêncio</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">atráz do silêncio</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">a Vida </span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">singela e pequena</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">discreta</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">e serena</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">brota</span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #999999;"><br /></div><div style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-601838828468168371?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-64183295205421097072007-10-15T17:18:00.000-02:002007-10-15T17:26:35.097-02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RxO-o_WSL9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/diRj8J2Xf94/s1600-h/P2064218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121646812659331026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RxO-o_WSL9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/diRj8J2Xf94/s400/P2064218.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Se sou</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">eu <em>sendo</em></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se <em>está</em> sendo agora</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a lua escura</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">no céu-fim</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><p> </p><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se fui<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">vento, pedra, água</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">nada nada</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">disso</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ficou</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">tudo é <em>Nada</em></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">nada é <em>Tudo</em></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">(e </span></strong></em><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">...)</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-6418329520542109707?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-41389213142497138352007-10-13T00:03:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:24:42.653-03:00<div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">...</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">É sempre ausente</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">essa tua presença</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">e sempre preenche algum vazio</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">alguma brisa</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">algum desejo</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">de existencia</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">É sempre pouco</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">esse beijo louco</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">essa febre vã</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">essa coisa outra</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">essa luta</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">essa busca</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">de ti</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">de mim</span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4138921314249713835?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-67965905299464684112007-09-19T10:12:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:25:33.780-03:00<div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;">...</div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>Voa livre </i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>nos jardins</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>dos tempos</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>a borboleta</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>nova-antiga</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>do menino-do-vento</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>Atravessa, transparente,</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>os portais</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>do eterno-efêmero</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sempre-nunca</span></i></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>em vã fulga</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>da finitude infinita</i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>...</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-6796590529946468411?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-72662135985263574632007-09-19T08:25:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:25:56.725-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 78%;">foto: Praça do Country _Cascavel -PR (Kaibers)</span></div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RvEJOHCssoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/b-oNSfTkasA/s1600-h/P1054005.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111877190055408258" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RvEJOHCssoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/b-oNSfTkasA/s400/P1054005.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RvEINXCssnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/P-mErN0Tlag/s1600-h/P1054005.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Eu amei meu inimigo</div><br /><div align="center">e nisso encontrei</div><br /><div align="center">libertação</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Quando o desconhecido</div><br /><div align="center">faz tudo ficar perdido</div><br /><div align="center">eu mesmo acendo a minha escuridão</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 78%;">(letra de música)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7266213598526357463?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-71016591191043506262007-09-05T08:51:00.005-03:002011-08-30T08:28:34.936-03:00<span style="font-size: 78%;">foto: praça do Country_ Cascavel -PR (Kaibers)</span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ru_RWC2lmzI/AAAAAAAAASU/m1ZUDDzIUw8/s1600-h/P1053999.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111534278741957426" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ru_RWC2lmzI/AAAAAAAAASU/m1ZUDDzIUw8/s400/P1053999.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><span style="color: #ff9966; font-size: large;"><b style="color: #444444;">Desfez-se em vento</b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">o que eu segurava tanto</b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">e agarrava com as mãos</b><br /><b></b><br /><b style="color: #444444;">Diluíu-se</b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">no sopro sonoro</b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">de uma palavra tua</b><br /><b></b><br /><b style="color: #444444;">Minha casa</b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">meu corpo</b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">e minha boca</b><br /><b></b><br /><b style="color: #444444;">E o silencio que restou,</b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">me abraçando, </b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">acolheu-me em suas asas</b><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><br style="color: #444444;" /><span style="color: #444444;"> </span><b style="color: #444444;">Fez tudo dormir</b><br /><b></b><br /><b style="color: #444444;">...</b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7101659119104350626?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-22825255000068662032007-09-05T08:48:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:29:44.939-03:00<div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>...</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Minhas mãos</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>nas tuas mãos</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>São folhas vivas</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>são vãos</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Por onde escorrem </b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>chãos</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Por onde ecoam</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>sons</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Da minha</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>breve e inaudível</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>música</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mãos</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>ãos</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mãos</b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-2282525500006866203?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-58822624729804282242007-09-05T08:43:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:30:09.267-03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ru_TGC2lm2I/AAAAAAAAASs/FjLNfR6da0Y/s1600-h/P1043967.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111536202887306082" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ru_TGC2lm2I/AAAAAAAAASs/FjLNfR6da0Y/s200/P1043967.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a> .<span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">.. </span><br /><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;">O asco</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">um bom whisk resolve. Dilui. Dissolve.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E o resto?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E o rastro?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E o risco?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E a linha fraca</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">o frágil cordão que separa</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">o "tudo" do "nada"?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Corda bamba</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">onde cada um</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a seu modo, a seu medo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">estira seus sentidos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">direção</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Seres cósmicos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">cômicos, entristecidos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">De letal estranheza imbuídos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">andando firmes</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">acreditam-se sóbrios</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sobre a linha</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">lírica e fina</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">linha</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Qual linha?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E a substãncia excêntrica</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e metafórica das coisas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">dissolve-se</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">num copo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Seu gosto virtual</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">latitudinal</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">virginal</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Visceras</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">vasos sanguíneos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">flores de glóbulos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">campos de células</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">reações</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E o homem</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Só!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">É só</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></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/37767564-5882262472980428224?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1535422282767619402007-09-05T00:44:00.000-03:002007-09-18T10:26:47.548-03:00<span style="font-size:78%;">foto: praça do Country_ Cascavel -PR (Kaibers)</span><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ru_QvC2lmyI/AAAAAAAAASM/_-an5d8mDi8/s1600-h/P1054006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111533608727059234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ru_QvC2lmyI/AAAAAAAAASM/_-an5d8mDi8/s400/P1054006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ru_Qki2lmxI/AAAAAAAAASE/cpDgk9_zWmY/s1600-h/P1054006.JPG"></a><div><strong>Eu transbordaria num sorriso<br />Se te encontrasse agora, novamente,<br />entre estes pinheiros<br />que rezam alguma contemplação humilde.<br /><br />Rezamos sempre com todas as coisas.<br /><br />Ver teus olhos<br />Entre os verdes deste oceano de vida<br />descobrindo-se ao ritmo<br />dos ventos<br /><br />Mas te ver é mais que te ver somente.<br />É também lembrar de um silêncio<br />que há muito cultivo.<br /><br />Jardim de pedras<br /><br />Ao te ver, amor<br />Não me perco. Não te perco.<br /><br />Ver-te é a memória<br />permanente do que ainda busco. </strong><br /><br /><strong>E Buscar, antes de Encontrar,</strong><br /><strong>é também uma alegria calma.</strong><br /><strong>E por calma, serena.</strong><br /><strong>E por serena, inteira.</strong><br /><strong>Vibrante. Sonante.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>É.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Ver-te, ao fim,</strong><br /><strong>seria o mesmo que não te ver.</strong><br /><strong>E não te ver</strong><br /><strong>seria o mesmo que te ver.</strong><br /><strong>Pois os dois são</strong><br /><strong>um vento no rosto</strong><br /><strong>em um dia quente.</strong><br /><strong>Como a força Vital</strong><br /><strong>a construir e desconstruir</strong><br /><strong>Sempre.</strong><br /><strong>Outra e outra vez.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Namastê!... </strong><br /><br /><br /><a class="btn" onclick="_quickReplySubmit(12663999, 1188744318, 5, 'AD8_bz8_CxU_Pzk8AT8_Pz8WIT91P34oPz8_UD9XYSdhfSU_Pwk_AmNkPz8_GwtjPwAAAAAAAAAA');; return false;" href="javascript:void(0);">enviar recado</a> <a class="btn" onclick="_quickReplyCloseAll(); document.getElementById('scrapText_5').value = '';; return false;" href="javascript:void(0);">cancelar</a></div></div><div 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style="font-size:78%;">(clique sobre a imagem para ampliá-la)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4524711846966167538?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-68186532017090286422007-07-24T14:33:00.000-03:002007-07-24T14:56:45.876-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqY9OCcT25I/AAAAAAAAAM8/WxpYGthbFbQ/s1600-h/sons+carros.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090823740172000146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqY9OCcT25I/AAAAAAAAAM8/WxpYGthbFbQ/s400/sons+carros.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">(clique sobre a imagem para ampliá-la)</span><br /><div align="center"><div><div align="center"><br />foto Praça dos Mosaicos - Cascavel - PR<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-6818653201709028642?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-60702420479421115082007-07-23T17:24:00.001-03:002007-07-23T17:30:30.732-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqUPiicT20I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QeXjBU_iebw/s1600-h/quem+dera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090492039847729986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqUPiicT20I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QeXjBU_iebw/s400/quem+dera.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqUPFicT2zI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6tn6uKm82vM/s1600-h/quem+dera.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">*clique sobre a imagem para ampliá-la</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-6070242047942111508?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-49483572121855410652007-07-15T02:51:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:31:04.621-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqUHTicT2xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JP43GFS--bU/s1600-h/12663999oioi.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="157" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090482986056669970" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqUHTicT2xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JP43GFS--bU/s400/12663999oioi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 263px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 322px;" width="196" /></a><br /><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>...</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Te espero na ultima estrela da noite</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>foi la que meus olhos ficaram </b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>esquecidos</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>a te buscar</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Parados nas palavras que te quis confessar</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>e nas mãos</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>entrelaçadas</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>um resto de calor</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>aprisionado por fora</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>e brasas </b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>por dentro</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4948357212185541065?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-23492741859294769982007-07-12T19:43:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:31:26.363-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqUG0ycT2wI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ji-cHCzovi0/s1600-h/pnheir+water.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090482457775692546" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RqUG0ycT2wI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ji-cHCzovi0/s400/pnheir+water.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <br /><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Longe<br />Eu sei<br /><br />Mas não tanto<br />Que por minha lucidez ou loucura<br />eu não te alcance<br /><br />não longe<br />que eu te perca na eternidade<br />das nossas promessas vãs<br /><br />não tanto,<br />que me faltes<br />nas noites invasivas<br />nos ritos doloridos<br />novos ou antigos<br />da solidão<br /><br />nos dias lindos<br />nos mortos e nos vivos<br /><br />sei-te longe amor<br />mas não tanto!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-2349274185929476998?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-85598042409778062022007-07-12T19:39:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:31:41.658-03:00<b><span style="color: silver;">.<span style="color: #444444;">..</span></span></b><br /><div style="color: #444444;"><b>Ironias<br /><br /><br />Alguma coisa<br />Outro dia<br />Me fez lembrar de ti<br /><br />Acho até que<br />Foi que lembrei<br />Do propósito que tinha<br /><br />De nunca<br />Por nenhum motivo<br />Te esquecer<br /><br />...</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-8559804240977806202?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-46326371044048260952007-07-12T19:34:00.000-03:002007-07-12T19:37:19.997-03:00...<br /><br />Nas paredes<br />algo se pendura<br />desejo<br />desgosto<br />intenção<br /><br />Só a tua <br />vazia mantém-se<br /><br />Paredes observam<br />perguntam coisas<br />que não se entende<br /><br />querem uma resposta<br />que não dão, porque não a têm<br /><br />suspiram, asfixiam<br />concretas, duras<br />vazias, claras<br />escuras, nuas<br /><br />Um perto perto<br /><br />Perco<br />paredes<br />feito<br />gente<br /><br />Acaricio com olhos<br />que escorrem e percorrem<br />dedos<br />desenganados<br />contentes<br /><br />Teu silêncio parede<br /><br />Parede<br />Parede<br />Parede<br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4632637104404826095?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-71143798400293622262007-07-06T00:20:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:32:01.075-03:00...<br /><br />of love<br /><br />Já nao sinto culpa<br />nem desespero<br />nem ansiedade<br />ou medo<br /><br />mas repousa<br />como o descer de um sol ameno<br />uma quietude branda<br />um silencio calmo<br />um respirar ameno<br /><br />prefiro deixar esquecido<br />no teu ultimo beijo<br />o desejo do seguinte<br /><br />a lembrança é outra matéria<br />menos densa<br />mas nao menos intensa<br /><br />é dela que sobrevivo<br />nela re-crio<br />o movimento perfeito<br />de nossas vidas imperfeitas<br />dando-se ao encontro<br />das almas e corpos<br /><br />teu gosto novo<br />novo<br />novo<br />novo<br /><br />se desfazendo<br />nos meus sentidos<br />permanente<br />e sempre<br />e sempre<br />e sempre<br /><br />E, sim, insano<br />sigo sendo<br />o desejo apenas<br />de ser pleno<br /><br />novamente em você<br /><br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7114379840029362226?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-9775964222203223082007-07-02T01:16:00.000-03:002007-07-02T01:21:58.753-03:00...<br /><br /><em><strong>palavra maldita essa </strong></em><br /><em><strong>que nao consigo inventar</strong></em><br /><em><strong>presa na garganta</strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong>essa que traduz</strong></em><br /><em><strong>o que é sentir o tudo e o nada</strong></em><br /><em><strong>ao mesmo tempo</strong></em><br /><em><strong>no vazio e no mundo</strong></em><br /><em><strong>nas coisas e nos pensamentos</strong></em><br /><em><strong>nas horas boas e nas que nos escravizam</strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong>nas bocas das pessoas</strong></em><br /><em><strong>que agora</strong></em><br /><em><strong>em algum lugar</strong></em><br /><em><strong>estãopela ultima vez</strong></em><br /><em><strong>se deixando</strong></em><br /><em><strong></strong></em><br /><em><strong>...<br /></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-977596422220322308?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-43858878044319652602007-06-26T09:13:00.000-03:002007-06-26T09:15:01.507-03:00...<br /><br />Um dia<br />você levanta<br />e sofre um espanto:<br />-oh?! Quem é esse meu Deus?!<br />Quem é ESSE no espelho?!<br /><br /><br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4385887804431965260?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-59749216661554376332007-06-14T10:35:00.000-03:002007-06-26T09:12:21.557-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RnFF4Nrxh9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/L2S_yDcdxqw/s1600-h/1324.jpg"></a><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>À Lapa - RJ</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Lapa em </strong><br /><strong>lápides</strong><br /><strong>humanas</strong><br /><strong>imundas</strong> <strong><br /></strong><strong>da culpa</strong><br /><br /><strong>dos grandes</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Sorriem</strong><br /><strong>unânimes</strong><br /><strong>amarelos</strong><br /><strong>doloridos</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Gangrenam</strong><br /><strong>desejos diluidos</strong> <strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>nos arcos</strong><br /><strong>nos vultos, no chão</strong> </div><div><br /><strong>pedras pulsantes</strong><br /><strong>pulsânimes</strong><br /><br /><strong>mendigando</strong> </div><div><strong>sentido</strong></div><br /><p><strong></strong></p><br /><p><strong>...</strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-5974921666155437633?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-74091138196528037992007-06-14T09:19:00.000-03:002007-07-06T10:05:53.276-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ro1s-T3c0TI/AAAAAAAAALM/dXIthd-TU3k/s1600-h/P1150123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083839372111696178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Ro1s-T3c0TI/AAAAAAAAALM/dXIthd-TU3k/s400/P1150123.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> (foto: praça Country - Cascavel)<br /></span><br /><div><div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>O sal </strong><br /></div><div><strong>no céu</strong><br /></div><div><strong>da boca</strong><br /><br /></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>O sol </strong><br /></div><div><strong>na boca</strong><br /><br /></div><div><strong>do céu</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>O céu</strong></div><br /><div><strong>no sol</strong></div><br /><div><strong>do sal</strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>A boca aberta em sentidos</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>...</strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7409113819652803799?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-87273602071676511772007-06-04T13:42:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:33:03.488-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RmRBLXnyMbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2TusITePb1I/s1600-h/P1182721.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250743901270450" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RmRBLXnyMbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2TusITePb1I/s320/P1182721.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 78%;">(Cascavel - PR)</span><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center" style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Destino<br /><br /><br />Se eu pudesse<br />não ter conhecido o sol<br /><br />não me importaria<br />Com a escuridão<br /><br />e, outra vez, talvez,<br />então<br /><br />me consolaria<br />por não entender<br /><br />Mas não!</b></span></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-8727360207167651177?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-54112076553971500222007-05-31T10:31:00.000-03:002007-07-06T10:06:44.894-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Rl7OwXnyMaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bHJ3CrAM7WM/s1600-h/P1023484.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070717560835682722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Rl7OwXnyMaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bHJ3CrAM7WM/s320/P1023484.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> (foto: ruas de Toledo -PR)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">In verno</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">O fio do tempo</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">desenrolando</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">no frio do vento</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">...</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-5411207655397150022?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-9272673780175558272007-05-20T16:16:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:33:34.696-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RlCfkvBPfgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rKCCeSY-idI/s1600-h/pintura+linda.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066725034237591042" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RlCfkvBPfgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rKCCeSY-idI/s320/pintura+linda.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><span style="color: #b45f06;"> </span><b style="color: #b45f06;">Que venha</b> <br /><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"> </div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>o sumo</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>a soma</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>o senso </b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>e o sublime</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>e nada disso será ainda o Sentido</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>e nao seremos ainda </b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>nada disso tudo</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>e no entanto a alma </b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>vez em quando engana-se</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>achando que o mundo</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>era aquilo que via</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>A voz volta-nos soando repetitiva</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Nada de novo no mundo</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Afazeres, risos, choros, vida</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>E grávidos de uma exitencia Outra</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Dessa substancia informe e incolor</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>e indefinidaa</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>agonizamos alguma felicidade</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Que vontade é essa que nos pertuba tanto</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>que desconhecemos</b></div><div align="left" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>e precisamos manter escondida?</b></div><div style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #ffcc99;"><b style="color: #b45f06;">...</b> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-927267378017555827?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-81838831056876123912007-05-14T11:28:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:33:57.091-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RkhyqdkZ5AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XNqlKKbPYuk/s1600-h/T%C3%83%C2%ADtulo+-+Inexistencia+I.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064423854795514882" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RkhyqdkZ5AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XNqlKKbPYuk/s320/T%C3%ADtulo+-+Inexistencia+I.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">...</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>A felicidade é uma menininha</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>cantando</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>baixinho e </i></span></b></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>distraída</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>uma cantinga</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>fácil</i></span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>de se esquecer</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i></i></span></b></div><div style="color: #990000;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>...</i></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-8183883105687612391?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-48274284542215402142007-05-02T15:19:00.000-03:002007-05-02T15:33:41.871-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RjjW3dkZ4wI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fRH_feY0Dtc/s1600-h/P2032601.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060030429669221122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RjjW3dkZ4wI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fRH_feY0Dtc/s320/P2032601.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">o fio era aquele<br />no olhar preso<br />frágil e denso</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">e conduzia<br />toda a existencia<br />a algum lugar indefinido ou ausente<br />onde desaguava transfigurado em formas<br />perplexas, indizíveis</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">em reinos inabitados e íngrimes<br />onde no entanto<br />alguma felicidade<br />se fazia </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">parecer possivel</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4827428454221540214?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-58864977680799777852007-04-18T11:40:00.003-03:002011-08-30T08:36:18.987-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RiYwfV157mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P7xoOTkHVLU/s1600-h/P1022828.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054780946767277666" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RiYwfV157mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P7xoOTkHVLU/s400/P1022828.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%;">(foto: Rio das Antas - fonte dos Mosaicos -Cascavel -PR)<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">Eu nao tenho mares</span></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">só um pequeno rio</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">calmo e sereno</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">de águas revigorantes</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">É nele que correm meus mares</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">meus céus infinitos</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">é nele que as estrelas caem</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">de onde meus sonhos estão</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">a emergirem e naufragarem</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">num fluxo indefinido</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">(sombras que acariciam a pele)</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">Um rio onde me sento </span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">para descansar</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">do mundo</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">E que conheço bem</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">porque eu mesmo</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">o chorei</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #999900;">...</span></b></span></div><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-5886497768079977785?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-2224331626110600922007-04-05T13:42:00.000-03:002007-04-05T13:49:37.773-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RhUoQY28h0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/NnPiSSZhJhs/s1600-h/P1162689.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986819181807426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RhUoQY28h0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/NnPiSSZhJhs/s320/P1162689.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">(foto: Kaibers)<br /></span><div align="center">...</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Saudosismo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Saudade do tempo em que</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">as estrelas orbitavam nos olhos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">e o tempo não existia</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">...</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-222433162611060092?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-86547636158340986212007-04-04T18:26:00.000-03:002007-04-04T18:28:08.312-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RhQYXo28hzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-jzAD-Eh0aA/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049687876573103922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RhQYXo28hzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-jzAD-Eh0aA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">Haicai Ecológico</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">Raízes amam profundezas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">E sustentam a natureza</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">Sem precisarem aparecer</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">...</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-8654763615834098621?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-36041420182923646412007-03-26T16:44:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:37:25.082-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RggkUeu5OXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/shi_kSt7mR4/s1600-h/ceu.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046323316734376306" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RggkUeu5OXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/shi_kSt7mR4/s320/ceu.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Por cima das árvores</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>por cima dos prédios</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>das casas e postes</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>por cima do mundo todo</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>o Céu é só</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>um oceano infinito</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>ao contrário</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>onde eu gosto de pescar</b></span></div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>algum silêncio e paz</b></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-3604142018292364641?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-49174399868199293032007-03-22T09:36:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:39:20.735-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 78%;">Foto: jardim pedras</span><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RgJ6Ouu5OWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wLZHqxGx57w/s1600-h/P1102660.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044728926089853282" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RgJ6Ouu5OWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wLZHqxGx57w/s640/P1102660.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">Cultivo um jardim de pedras</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">porque elas me ensinam silencio</span></b></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">nesse turbilhão de palavras vãs</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">porque elas não precisam mentir</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">para apenas ser</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">porque apenas são</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">sem expectativa ou medos</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">Sem arrebatamentos de alegria</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">ou devaneios de tristezas</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">simples pedras em seu inrreconhecido jardim</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">Pedras são por dentro e fora a mesma essencia</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">Os homens são líquidos</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">No entanto</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">quase nunca fluem</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">Para dentro de si mesmos</span></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">E eu não quero ser assim</span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc9933;">...</span></b></span></div><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-4917439986819929303?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-72462271862828037802007-03-16T11:23:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:40:10.376-03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Rfqo2HCC73I/AAAAAAAAAD0/UhzJotYpYIA/s1600-h/P1292436.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042528380348723058" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/Rfqo2HCC73I/AAAAAAAAAD0/UhzJotYpYIA/s400/P1292436.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center" style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Onde te escondes<br />Amiga minha?<br />Qual teu nome?<br />Qual tua sina?<br /><br />Tens em tua fronte<br />Ferida divina<br />Que causa-te dor<br />Que traz-te alegria<br /><br />Teu corpo quieto<br />No corpo etéreo<br />Teu sopro singelo<br />Teus brandos castelos<br /><br />Teus quartos brancos<br />E tantos escuros<br />Tuas flores chorando<br />Teus risos florindo<br />Entre passados e futuros<br /><br />As mãos ocultando-se<br />Num ato contrito<br /><br />Onde estás amiga minha?<br />Onde? Alma minha?<br />Onde passeias?<br />Meu corpo vazio te solicita.<br />Te quero a mim.</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-7246227186282803780?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-31536643388049969352007-03-01T10:22:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:41:32.174-03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RebWALlObiI/AAAAAAAAADo/PFOxymjUkH8/s1600-h/P2032582.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036948531857747490" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RebWALlObiI/AAAAAAAAADo/PFOxymjUkH8/s640/P2032582.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RebU6rlObhI/AAAAAAAAADU/WJg0eayc4vs/s1600-h/P2032583.JPG"></a><br /><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Nada perdura</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Sol intenso</b></i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>noite fria</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>oscilam</b></i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>em finitude</b></i></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>entre durezas</b></i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>e canduras</b></i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>num reino impermanente</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Morro e nasço</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>sempre</b></i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>suspenso</b></i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>por um fio de luz</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>e hei</b></i></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>de desaparecer!</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-3153664338804996935?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-29588316862203855442007-02-27T09:35:00.002-03:002011-08-30T08:43:03.549-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/ReQmNLlObgI/AAAAAAAAADI/N_hcQHU8420/s1600-h/P1282418.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036192291196136962" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/ReQmNLlObgI/AAAAAAAAADI/N_hcQHU8420/s400/P1282418.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Pulsa</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Em meu efêmero corpo</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> Corpo-desejo</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Pulsa</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />E meu pulso</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />É puro</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Modo de ser</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Pleno</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Pulsa</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Verdadeiro</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Pulso</b></span></div><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-2958831686220385544?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-22427480575255539312007-02-27T08:49:00.001-03:002011-08-30T08:43:30.611-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/ReQb5blObfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/niQfSpg8y3c/s1600-h/P1292445.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036180956777442802" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/ReQb5blObfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/niQfSpg8y3c/s400/P1292445.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center" style="color: #741b47;"><br /></div><div style="color: #741b47;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Uma perturbação duradoura</span></b></div><div style="color: #741b47;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br />Teu nome brilha sem fim</span></b></div><div style="color: #741b47;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><b>Retina e sombra</b></span></div><div style="color: #741b47;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br />Flor e salmoura</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #741b47;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #741b47;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Dentro de mim</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #741b47;"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-2242748057525553931?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-64997941679715834832007-02-12T08:57:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:44:14.846-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RdBJzsdFlQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/seeR9wDFOzA/s1600-h/P1122256.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030601936228160770" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kM2HBnTuEVA/RdBJzsdFlQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/seeR9wDFOzA/s320/P1122256.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Meu canto sai da terra<br />E alimenta o ar<br />&nbsp;</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Meu pranto no riso encerra</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> <br />Meu sonho</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>no olhar espera</b><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Meu corpo </b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>no mundo dança</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>na dança cansa</b></span></div><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"><b><br /><div align="center">Minha alma</div><div align="center">a procurar<br /><br />Fui sol, fui luar<br />Hoje sou vento<br /><br />E tal o vento<br />Invisível e ligeiro<br />Hei de ficar<br /><br />Até que Deus deseje<br />Que eu me torne meu Desejo<br />E a Ele retorne </div></b></span><div style="color: #134f5c;"></div><div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><b>Sem cessar</b></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: black;"></span></b> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-6499794167971583483?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-90259036078904822812007-01-26T12:55:00.002-02:002011-08-30T08:44:57.716-03:00<div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Estamos vivos,presos na voz rouca do tempo.</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Náufragos e pétricos,</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">ainda brincamos à beira do rio de esquecimento.</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">A memória, senhora da história,</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">nos observa</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">guardando em seu colo confuso</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">todos os nossos sonhos.</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>As lembranças ensaiam musgos</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>ao anoitecer de tudo</b></span>.</div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Não há morte</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Há outro modo de existir.</span></b></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-9025903607890482281?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-24997935043339459822007-01-26T12:45:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:45:23.884-03:00<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Já não me surpreendo com a maldade </span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">da maioria dos humanos.</span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Me surpreendo com a bondade!"</span></b></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-2499793504333945982?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-58002084346616944732007-01-25T13:58:00.002-02:002011-08-30T08:46:28.729-03:00<div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">O mundo gira</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">eu paro</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Fico suspenso</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">fora do tempo/espaço</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">As coisas giram</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">por sobre o mundo</span></i></b><br /><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Eu, estático</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Vejo o tempo</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">vejo o mundo</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">vejo o giro</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Ainda enxergo</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Se girar</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">morro</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Parando </span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">sigo</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #45818e;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-5800208434661694473?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1169560633535700852007-01-23T11:38:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:47:15.182-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/44329/P1030302.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/406754/P1030302.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="300" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #ccffff; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #ffcc99;"><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: #783f04;">Quem saberá</span></span></span></i></b><span style="color: #ffcc99;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">da luz</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">seu caminho passado</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">seu percursso futuro?</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Dissipará sombras</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">por onde ir.</span></i></b> </div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><i>E eu quero</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">um sol de devaneios</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><i>Um vento soprará</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">nossas sombras</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><i>e nossos corpos</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><i>de decomporão em luz</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Liberdade por dentro da gente</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116956063353570085?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1169238929383063152007-01-19T18:28:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:47:37.492-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/98811/P1030303.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/417594/P1030303.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Democracia</span></i></b></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Quero o Direito de desistir</span></i></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">De mim mesmo</span></i></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">De você</span></i></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Do mundo</span></i></div><div align="center"><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span></i></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></i></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">E recomeçar a ensaiar</span></i></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Alguma esperança</span></i></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Quando acordar o dia</span></i></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116923892938306315?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1169237719898133942007-01-19T18:12:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:48:05.994-03:00<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc9933; font-size: 130%;">Patologia Urbana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc9933; font-size: 130%;">A Frebre do Ouro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc9933; font-size: 130%;">Cegou-te tanto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc9933; font-size: 130%;">Que nem a Ti mesmo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc9933; font-size: 130%;">Consegues ver.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc9933; font-size: 130%;">Que se dirá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc9933; font-size: 130%;">do Outro!</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #cc66cc; font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116923771989813394?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1169236627667081472007-01-19T17:50:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:48:23.115-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/229618/P1242193.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/29272/P1242193.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/377035/P1242193.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Cada gota</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Cai outra</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Dos olhos</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Ou das nuvens</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Quem souber</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Assim vê-las</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sempre haverá</span></i></b></div><div align="center" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">De re-nascer!</span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><b><i><span style="color: #99ffff; font-size: 130%;"></span></i></b></div><div align="center"><i><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 85%;">(foto: Kaibers)</span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116923662766708147?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1167801890753971052007-01-03T03:10:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:49:05.022-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/539974/P1030308.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/5121/P1030308.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="300" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"><b></b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>No meio da rua<br />Uma imagem minha<br />E uma passagem tua<br /><br />Um sonho previsível<br />Um riso irrisível<br />Um pesar indizível<br /><br />Estrela de-cadente<br />Ilusão evidente<br />Na contramão</b></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><b><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></b><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b></b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>Um meio de a rua<br />Me dar-te</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>Alheio</b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><span style="color: #ffcc99;"></span></b></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><span style="color: #ffcc99;"></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116780189075397105?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1166438200289010222006-12-18T08:33:00.003-02:002011-08-30T08:50:49.982-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/450935/P1030307.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/371924/P1030307.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ffffcc; font-size: 130%;"><b><span style="color: #ffcc99;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bate o sino</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Bate a sina</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Sina pequenina</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Sina de alguém</span><br style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Já nasceu</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Deus-menina</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Já mendiga nas esquinas</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Já procura por alguém</span><br style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Já nascemos</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Já morremos</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Sina que nos vem!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Paz na guerra</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Pede a sina</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Para o bem de quem?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Abençoe</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Deus-menina</span><br style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Esse nosso Aquém</span></span><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">!</span><br /></b></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116643820028901022?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1166007955235387422006-12-13T09:01:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:51:22.339-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/23751/P1030304.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/899574/P1030304.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="300" /></a><br /><div align="center" style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Des-encontros<br /><br />No mundo-desencontro<br />Te encontro<br />E para meu (filosófico?) espanto<br />Ao teu encontro<br />Desencontro-me de mim mesmo.<br /><br />Ao teu encontro me perco<br />E perco o encontro (à esmo).<br />Não perco, porém, o medo<br />De encontrar o teu beijo<br />E nele, novamente,<br />A mim mesmo.<br /><br />No mundo-desencontro<br />Te encontro e me perco.<br />No mundo-desencanto<br />Canto o desalento<br />De saber-me encantado<br />Com teus encantos,<br />E ver-me fascinado<br />Ao teu encontro.<br /><br />No mundo-desencontro<br />O encontro de dois mundos.</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116600795523538742?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1165246093932796012006-12-04T13:24:00.000-02:002006-12-09T23:16:43.496-02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">....</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/685864/P1030300.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/890170/P1030300.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><p><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"></p></span></strong><div align="center">Não tem mais volta</div><div align="center">Pra quem ja foi </div><div align="center">No Mar de sonho</div><div align="center"><br />Não tem mais cais</div><div align="center">Pra quem navega</div><div align="center">No mar de buscar paz</div><div align="center"><br />Não me peça pra ser forte</div><div align="center">Pois não sei,</div><div align="center">Minha força é a minha fraqueza</div><div align="center"><br />Pois a força destrói </div><div align="center">O que ainda há de beleza.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116524609393279601?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1165245311771873242006-12-04T13:12:00.002-02:002011-08-30T08:51:59.863-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/88117/P1030309.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/257099/P1030309.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #666666;"><br /></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;">Morra comigo amor</span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Morra comigo amor.<br />Ao menos esta noite tão fria e tão crua.<br />Morra no meu beijo que não tem fundo,<br />Que não tem mundo e quase finge não ter medo.<br />Rouba meus últimos segundos de absurdo,<br />Meu grito surdo, meu gosto suave, meus becos,<br />Submundos de estrelas e constelações opacas,<br />Difusas, confusas.<br />Morra comigo, pelo menos agora, meu invisível amor.<br />Não me deixe morrer sozinho nesta cama,<br />Nem morra sozinho entre teus amigos,<br />Morra com quem te ama!<br />Que se não morrermos por conta,<br />Alguém nos matará.<br />O mundo é violência,<br />Tenhamos ao menos a decência<br />De morrer de amor.</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116524531177187324?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1165245015543712862006-12-04T13:05:00.002-02:002011-08-30T08:52:43.610-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/737243/P1030305.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/614473/P1030305.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center" style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Alimento</i></b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><br />Vem existência, poesia...<br />E alimenta minha alma,<br />Mesmo que por um átimo de segundo<br />Mesmo que venha eu depois a desfalecer<br />Como os infinitos mortais deste finito mundo<br /><br />Tua voz, por vezes me parece<br />Dar voltas e giros sem se conter<br />Como que de alegria e tristeza<br />Igual ao de um distante olhar<br />Logo inconstante a trilhar<br />O caminho do perder<br /><br />Vem poesia<br />Vem me iludir com teu vinho<br />Já que louco estou mesmo sem embriagues<br />Que tua boca-essência me permeie<br />Essa dor que me mutila, minha insensatez<br /><br />Vem, e nos juntaremos como num deixar.<br />Vem, e cearemos com os mortos do mar.<br />Vem, e cantaremos até o sol acordar,<br />E me acordar, e te matar.</i></b></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116524501554371286?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164973386180504432006-12-01T09:24:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:53:02.688-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/437828/P1030306.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/552488/P1030306.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/867719/maos.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Quando eu era jovem</span></i></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Tinha muitos sonhos.</span></i></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Agora,</span></i></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Muitas lembranças.</span></i></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">E lembranças</span></i></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="font-size: 130%;">Não são sonhos</span></i></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><i>De um velho</i>?</span></div><br /><br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116497338618050443?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164889683404756762006-11-30T10:25:00.000-02:002006-11-30T10:29:32.273-02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/527552/beijo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/400/372814/beijo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/924731/beijo.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>O segredo do bom beijo</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>é beijar com a mesma inocência</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>do primeiro</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>e o desespero do último</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116488968340475676?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164724804551674172006-11-28T12:36:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:53:44.370-03:00<div align="center">.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7639/4244/1600/nuvens.0.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7639/4244/320/nuvens.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Entre o eterno e o efêmero</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>entre o certo e o errado</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>entre o belo e o feio</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>oscila uma fagulha de luz opaca:</b></span></div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>NÓS!... </b></span></div><div style="color: #444444;"> </div><div style="color: #444444;"> </div><div style="color: #444444;"> </div><div align="center" style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>.</b></span></div><div align="center"><b><br /></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ccffff;"></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116472480455167417?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164724527403552562006-11-28T12:32:00.001-02:002011-08-30T08:54:18.062-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7639/4244/1600/girassol.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7639/4244/320/girassol.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="212" /></a><br /><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>...</b></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Para que meus dias passem</b></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>e não sejam apenas passageiros,</b></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>planto girassóis que nascem</b></span></div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>para além do tempo....</b></span></div><b><span style="color: #ffffcc;"></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #ffffcc;"></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116472452740355256?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164724292602436032006-11-28T12:28:00.000-02:002006-12-04T12:55:44.156-02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/305166/P1030301.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/314435/P1030301.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Um mar de luas</strong><br /><strong>Um sol de nuvens</strong><br /><strong>Um fogo frio</strong><br /><strong>Um corpo flutuante</strong><br /><strong>no espaço aberto...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Esse sou eu</strong><br /><strong>vendo, distante,</strong><br /><strong>tua imagem transparente e flúida</strong><br /><strong>sumindo de mim....</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116472429260243603?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164719725112635792006-11-28T11:11:00.004-02:002011-08-30T09:02:01.203-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7639/4244/1600/margarida.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7639/4244/200/margarida.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7639/4244/1600/rosa%20e%20livro.jpg"></a><br /><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><b>...</b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">Mis ojos eran un silencio nuevo</span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">en el espacio abierto<br /><br /><br />Y em ti<br />otra vida<br />ecoava<br /><br />En mis labios</span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">un poema privado </span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">desatado </span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">le esperó<br /><br /><br />Y mi historia</span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">cansada en de la distancia</span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">tuviera otra voluntad </span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">de volver al mundo</span></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: white;">... </span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #666666;"><b><span style="color: white;"></span></b></div><br /><b><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #666666;">&nbsp;</span><br /></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116471972511263579?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164299517358538892006-11-23T13:39:00.001-02:002006-12-04T12:59:46.176-02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/124320/P1030299.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/394035/P1030299.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>A minha espera<br />a minha demora<br />meu esquecimento<br />e minha memória </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Os meus recuos<br />as minhas investidas<br />meu corpo nu<br />ou minha alma<br />vestida </strong><br /><div align="justify"><blockquote><p><strong>Nada disso Sou eu<br />Porque estou muito além<br />daquilo que os frágeis olhos vêem: </strong></p><p><strong></strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><strong>Luz breve e finita<br /></strong><br /><br />kaibers </p></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116429951735853889?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164296099441504442006-11-23T13:32:00.000-02:002006-12-01T10:39:33.590-02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/182098/pedra.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/200/304195/pedra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/1600/994286/12663999.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>...<br /><br />Dia sim<br />dia não<br />tem pedra<br />tem pão<br />na mesa<br />do meu<br />coração<br /><br />...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116429609944150444?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37767564.post-1164295365732089882006-11-23T13:17:00.000-02:002006-12-02T14:22:21.670-02:00<img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/320/945872/P%3F%3Fr-do-sol.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Breve são os dias</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Breves as horas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Breves as brisas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">que espalham sonhos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">e suavizam linhas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Breve eu, breve tu</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Breve e brava</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pluma ou brasa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vida pouca</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vida outra</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vida nossa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vida!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">....</span></strong><br /></div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7639/4244/200/415878/newn%20-%20new%20for%20wweb.jpg" width="195" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37767564-116429536573208988?l=poetkaibers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kaibershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339669836468555871noreply@blogger.com2