tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338432082012-01-30T09:12:38.569-02:00Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.comBlogger3081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-15578229362874968052012-01-25T12:23:00.001-02:002012-01-25T12:25:04.399-02:00<strong>Não ouço teus versos<br />Não vejo teus olhos<br />Tua boca não me pede<br />Meu corpo chama pelo teu<br /><br />Só a saudade me envolve.</strong><br /><br /><br />-- o --<br /><br /><br /><strong>Perdoe meu silêncio<br />As palavras estão gastas<br />Só resta o sentimento bruto<br />Da saudade</strong><br /><br /><br />-- o --<br /><br /><br /><strong>Depois que passou<br />veio como miragem.<br /><br />Agora a trama<br />é de sonho.<br /><br />Retícula translúcida<br />Frágil<br /><br />A saudade tem esse poder:<br />reavivar, manter e ser insuficiente.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1557822936287496805?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-48588152259798616702012-01-17T16:23:00.002-02:002012-01-17T17:53:53.803-02:00<strong>Sofro com as minorias<br /><br />Elas sofrem com os olhares diretos<br />Com os comentários discretos<br />Com a repulsa velada<br /><br />Sofro com as grandes catástrofes<br />Com os piores mistérios<br />Com as impossibilidades<br /><br />Solitários na imensidão do caos<br />Vamos eu e meu planeta</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-4858815225979861670?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-44713699808670344382012-01-02T18:14:00.001-02:002012-01-09T16:31:10.773-02:00<strong>Às vezes achava a vida um doce.<br />Às vezes uma fruta bichada que abria com as mãos.<br />Às vezes ardia em febre de esperança<br />Às vezes calafriava-se de incertezas<br />Às vezes às vezes, às vezes sempre.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-4471369980867034438?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-14940809500758922992011-10-17T23:10:00.004-02:002011-10-18T13:20:40.156-02:00<strong>A cama era um altar<br />O vinho corria nas veias<br />E o amor foi profanado nos lábios</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1494080950075892299?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-22901599195639969042011-10-12T22:51:00.004-03:002011-10-13T17:36:23.820-03:00<strong>Filme com final feliz é triste!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2290159919563996904?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-41639243593673912222011-10-07T14:01:00.002-03:002011-10-08T10:36:10.800-03:00<strong>Os útimos contatos foram só<br />mentiras<br />falsidade<br />hipocrisia<br />dissimulação<br />e até leviandades<br /><br />Puxei o fio.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-4163924359367391222?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-54596112300974757452011-09-26T17:12:00.000-03:002011-09-26T17:13:06.708-03:00<strong>Tem gente que faz teatro.<br />Tem figura que é uma peça.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5459611230097475745?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-62214010723938561122011-09-14T22:21:00.003-03:002011-09-15T17:47:01.344-03:00<strong>A mulher nada<br />Homem, nado<br /><br />Ele a remo<br />Ela no bote<br /><br />O homem boia<br />A mulher jiboia</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-6221401072393856112?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-12709114361937280782011-08-23T12:13:00.000-03:002011-08-23T12:14:03.614-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1270911436193728078?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-25611214277742285152011-08-23T11:47:00.000-03:002011-08-23T11:48:20.088-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2561121427774228515?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-48909017290318683742011-08-21T20:14:00.005-03:002011-08-22T09:38:07.153-03:00<strong>Será que na sociedade dos passarinhos <br />- eles enquanto aves - <br />eles desafinam?</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-4890901729031868374?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-5177727479975915772011-08-21T20:12:00.003-03:002011-08-22T09:37:41.661-03:00<strong>- Manuelzão? <br />- Não, o rígido: Manualzão!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-517772747997591577?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-80586027239544973072011-08-18T09:15:00.001-03:002011-08-18T09:49:27.345-03:00<strong>jogue o jogo <br />escolhidas as armas <br />o duelo está pronto <br /> <br />honre as regras <br /> <br />para perder <br />e até para morrer <br />é preciso ter dignidade</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8058602723954497307?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-50153396902382838542011-08-18T09:13:00.001-03:002011-10-18T13:23:17.059-02:00<strong>o guerreiro está ferido<br />nada de batalhas, dragões<br />e princesas<br />o repouso é longo<br />a recuperação é lenta<br />a bandeira é branca</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5015339690238283854?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-81422957479437927532011-08-17T15:58:00.002-03:002011-08-17T16:19:55.283-03:00<strong>Suava frio. Um suor frio como iceberg. <br />Não era de pânico, era de frieza, mesmo. <br /> <br />Uma esfinge indiferente ao clima. <br />Um colosso inerte no tempo. <br /> <br />A indiferença não sua nem gela, <br />mas a frieza escorre na cara.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8142295747943792753?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-37309775636155772732011-08-16T09:57:00.001-03:002011-08-17T15:44:24.267-03:00<strong>palavras descoladas <br />de emoção <br />tapumes que encerram <br /> <br />intenções lívidas <br />terreno ardiloso <br />construções inóspitas</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3730977563615577273?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-87353578696406913522011-08-12T09:23:00.000-03:002011-08-12T09:24:06.812-03:00<strong>em meio à fumaça <br />brandindo a espada no campo <br />o soldado perdido <br /> <br />coração capenga <br />lucidez turva <br />a ilusão nua <br /> <br />o mundo apoiado <br />sobre um joelho</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8735357869640691352?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-73103139015489838872011-08-10T09:05:00.007-03:002011-08-10T09:16:45.259-03:00<strong>Ela teve escolha, eu não tive <br />: ficar ou sair <br />Ela foice</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-7310313901548983887?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-9922465975834314412011-08-09T14:06:00.001-03:002011-08-09T14:06:42.669-03:00<strong>Primeiro veio com meias verdades. <br />Depois chegou trazendo mentiras inteiras.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-992246597583431441?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-7914555508117689482011-08-05T18:34:00.000-03:002011-08-05T18:35:21.325-03:00<strong>A manhã faz manha~ e retarda a alvorada.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-791455550811768948?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-86178954161106942002011-07-26T16:55:00.000-03:002011-07-26T16:56:27.371-03:00<strong>A vida é feita de prazos.<br />A morte é à vista.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8617895416110694200?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-25746266466355186852011-07-25T12:03:00.001-03:002011-07-25T12:03:39.973-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2574626646635518685?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-1070159122105720192011-07-20T09:36:00.002-03:002011-07-20T09:39:29.827-03:00<strong>Vendo vassoura e produtos de limpeza <br />a rodo.<br />Um vaso de flores entristecidas<br />e entradas para o zoológico.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-107015912210572019?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-17227640082765764542011-07-19T15:20:00.001-03:002011-07-19T15:20:44.349-03:00<strong>meus miolos o diabo ferve<br />peço a Deus um vácuo<br />na verve</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1722764008276576454?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-90034957017323599082011-07-19T09:55:00.002-03:002011-07-19T11:48:42.780-03:00<strong>saiu do facebook<br />sumiu do bate-papo<br />:a máscara era muito pesada.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-9003495701732359908?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-15580792294093505902011-07-07T11:49:00.002-03:002011-07-07T16:08:54.042-03:00<strong>o mel que saía da sua boca <br />já não adoça <br /><br />alquimia estranha <br /> <br />:a distância turva o néctar <br />aves negras emanam <br />de um hálito morno longínquo</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1558079229409350590?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-60854781334741883432011-07-07T09:27:00.001-03:002011-07-07T09:27:37.447-03:00<strong>a saudade<br />as mensagens no celular <br />e a escova de dentes</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-6085478133474188343?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-81261448622358475352011-07-06T09:40:00.002-03:002011-07-08T16:31:39.386-03:00<strong>da esperança se nutre<br />vide o voo alto<br />a que se lança o abutre</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8126144862235847535?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-35386181042011780212011-06-29T10:11:00.001-03:002011-06-29T10:11:31.848-03:00<strong>Em noite de lua cheia ou véspera<br />não gosto de papo de ET <br />e ETC.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3538618104201178021?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-30349047895784772352011-06-27T13:29:00.001-03:002011-06-27T13:29:44.387-03:00<strong>não foi o navio pirata que abordou<br />nem foi o navio negreiro que raptou<br />foi a intifada da amada <br />que fez o levante da âncora<br />e zarpou</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3034904789578477235?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-90636385512037540702011-06-20T18:33:00.002-03:002011-06-20T18:41:13.286-03:00<strong>Latim:<br />In vino veritas.<br /><br />Italiano:<br />È vero.<br /><br />Mineirês:<br />É de vera.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-9063638551203754070?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-35197803610224677682011-06-08T16:37:00.008-03:002011-07-19T09:59:09.920-03:00<strong>levo comigo um punhado de pedras<br />as que me acertaram<br />as que catei na rudeza dos caminhos<br />aquelas nas quais eu tropecei <br /><br />levo comigo também as perdas<br />- inexistentes, pesam<br />e me levam a deixar rastros<br /><br />trago comigo as penas – as sentidas e as imputadas<br />mas me faltam aquelas que me alçariam voo<br />e me tornariam mais leve</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3519780361022467768?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-14267937126326036232011-05-28T23:39:00.002-03:002011-05-29T20:56:30.209-03:00<strong>a relação cai<br />morre o celular<br />silêncio pra todo mundo</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1426793712632603623?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-28171226174908156272011-05-26T18:00:00.003-03:002011-05-26T18:02:19.933-03:00<strong>A paixão é ave fugidia<br /><br />alçapão não pega<br />ninho não aquece<br />pão não segura<br /><br />um voo mais rasante<br />um mergulho no infinito<br /><br />e o voo sem volta<br /><br />penas e danos<br />voo sem revolta</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2817122617490815627?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-17489411476081616582011-05-23T21:43:00.001-03:002011-05-23T21:43:36.264-03:00<strong>Os sentimentos podem ser fortes como corrente<br />mas as relações têm elos frágeis.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1748941147608161658?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-86003576801289330902011-05-22T22:19:00.001-03:002011-06-10T18:52:10.859-03:00<strong>passou por aqui<br />leu cartas<br />poemas<br />invocou destinos<br /><br />deixou alma<br />palma<br />deixou gosto</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8600357680128933090?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-12095246644445906202011-05-19T15:51:00.000-03:002011-05-19T15:52:21.987-03:00<strong>triste sonho<br />tristonho<br />o sonho acabou</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1209524664444590620?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-55552188738814330422011-05-16T23:10:00.006-03:002011-05-21T19:04:45.840-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5555218873881433042?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-55506240543590260002011-05-11T17:03:00.000-03:002011-05-13T17:21:50.943-03:00<strong>o tel toca<br />não o cel,<br />mas o céu</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5550624054359026000?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-38723686384834829752011-05-02T22:23:00.001-03:002011-05-02T22:24:37.097-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3872368638483482975?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-61225112615873083922011-04-30T11:57:00.000-03:002011-04-30T11:58:09.865-03:00<strong>Eu sinto muito</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-6122511261587308392?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-7660800618853423682011-04-26T21:28:00.000-03:002011-04-26T21:29:12.582-03:00<strong>nau frágil<br />naufrágio<br />náufrago</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-766080061885342368?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-6469667298046006492011-04-25T22:13:00.001-03:002011-04-25T22:14:15.706-03:00<strong>O lápis vive se queixando da borracha, <br />diz que ela é uma desmancha-prazeres.<br />Enquanto a caneta ri soberba.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-646966729804600649?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-73692925330160007252011-03-29T16:58:00.000-03:002011-03-29T16:59:27.999-03:00<strong>Ninguém tem nada a ver com a minha dor<br />Ninguém tem nada a ver com a minha cor<br />O problema é todo meu<br />Ninguém tem nada com isso<br />Ninguém tem nada comigo<br />Se a Rita me irrita, eu que me irrito<br />Ela tá na dela, ela é assim, eu sou assado<br />Sai fora da Rita, desse círculo viciado<br />Não se importe tanto<br />Não importar é o que importa<br />Dê um fim nisso<br />O meio não pode ser seu fim<br />O meio pode ser seu fim<br /><br />Ou então voe alto<br />Para longe, em outros ares<br />Menos densos, mais raros<br />Outros lugares<br />Flutue, isso, respire, isso<br />O seu meio, o seu habitat<br />É você quem faz<br /><br />Os fins não justificam os meios<br />O meio não pode ser seu fim</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-7369292533016000725?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-2400979518005666262011-02-16T14:47:00.000-02:002011-02-16T14:48:08.293-02:00<strong>Eu tenho a pressa das emergências<br />Por isso meu carro bebe<br />Eu bebo<br /><br />A travessia me entorpece<br />A demora chega nunca<br /><br />Estou aqui de passagem<br /><br />Enquanto não chego<br />- a lugar nenhum –<br />Vou apreciando as paradas</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-240097951800566626?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-88353925123777578602011-02-13T17:37:00.000-02:002011-02-13T17:38:25.078-02:00<strong>PRO<br />LIXO<br />PROLIXO</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8835392512377757860?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-33643881337303080292011-02-10T11:26:00.001-02:002011-02-10T11:26:50.929-02:00<strong>As folhas secas deveriam ser a única forma de lixo nas ruas.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3364388133730308029?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-80915767583914674442011-01-28T11:23:00.002-02:002011-01-28T16:11:17.570-02:00<strong>Não sabia escrever um poema de amor.<br />Que horror!<br />Entretanto, falava “eu te amo” com a maior desenvoltura.<br />Que loucura.<br />Já ele, descrevia bem a sua paixão.<br />Sem discrição.<br />E diz que dizia, mais era com os olhos.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8091576758391467444?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-4448200693722368032011-01-25T17:34:00.001-02:002011-01-25T17:35:34.982-02:00<strong>Quem não nasceu pra Elis Regina<br />Ainda pode ser<br />Uma Maria Rita</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-444820069372236803?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-38011031429292128842011-01-20T14:08:00.003-02:002011-01-21T09:32:25.026-02:00<strong>O alvo quando está longe<br />Não tem mira<br />Não tem alcance<br /><br />A distância é cruel<br />O olhar distante<br /><br />Perto, só a lembrança<br />A saudade de viés<br />O cheiro.<br /><br />Um vaivém paralítico<br />Uma alma engessada<br />Âncora</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3801103142929212884?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-82787103722060293862011-01-12T15:40:00.001-02:002011-01-12T15:47:24.506-02:00<strong>Acordou,<br />colocou o dedo na tomada,<br />tomou sopa de letrinha<br />e uma injeção eletrônica.<br /><br />Saiu pro dia naquele estado.<br />De choque, de surto-circuito.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8278710372206029386?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-5250516965739604452011-01-11T16:24:00.001-02:002011-01-21T09:33:55.673-02:00<strong>“Quero te ver descendo daquele ônibus... é a situação mais real de todas, se não for a única. Porque o resto - cama, vinho, poesia -, isso é sonho, meu amor, isso é sonho.”</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-525051696573960445?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-80434550259371065422010-12-19T12:37:00.001-02:002010-12-19T12:40:04.630-02:00<strong>Entrei no Google Maps,<br />sobrevoei o paraíso,<br />caraí e araçuaí.<br /><br />Fui atrás de você de satélite.<br />Tô perdido neste espaço.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8043455025937106542?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-78182262932025008512010-12-18T13:47:00.004-02:002010-12-19T12:16:05.441-02:00<strong>Trilha de areia<br />sob mata<br />caminhada de hora<br /><br />Finda a trilha<br />finda o verde<br />mar doce mar</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-7818226293202500851?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-79965857275965149842010-12-18T13:37:00.005-02:002010-12-19T12:17:23.491-02:00<strong>Verve que ferve<br />pele que irradia<br />poesia<br /><br />Fruta madura<br />caldalosa<br />signo de temporão<br /><br />Subo neste pé<br />e provo o sentimento<br />da estação.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-7996585727596514984?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-62745924026566943622010-12-08T13:05:00.006-02:002010-12-10T10:40:37.242-02:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Sua voz me alimentou.<br /><br />Veio à tona seu olhar <br />doce e certeiro.<br /><br />Tácitos,<br />seus versos estocaram<br />meu peito e o sentimento<br />de pele tornou-se tato.<br /><br />Pulsei depois <br />da sua ligação.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-6274592402656694362?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-5647831946423494352010-11-29T16:41:00.003-02:002010-11-30T08:57:11.171-02:00<strong>A saudade é um osso duro de roer.<br />A saudade é o cão.<br />A saudade é uma autofagia.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-564783194642349435?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-82973632828618111992010-11-26T08:28:00.001-02:002010-11-26T08:29:39.938-02:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Depois de tanto verso<br />o inverso<br />Beijos desconstruíam<br />a palavra<br />Só a poesia continuava</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8297363282861811199?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-64015831349934456172010-11-18T09:06:00.004-02:002010-11-18T09:32:32.376-02:00<strong>Ontem você transpareceu<br />de corpo e alma<br /><br />Densa, etérea<br />Volumosa, lânguida<br />Badalo, pluma<br /><br />Comunguei o seu silêncio.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-6401583134993445617?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-82460989445992028362010-11-12T17:42:00.001-02:002010-11-12T17:42:57.655-02:00<strong>A morte me ronda a mente<br />Não como uma velha desdentada, foicemente<br />Mas como uma criança inocente<br />Que me pega pela mão<br />E me leva docemente<br />Às vezes me olhando terna<br />Às vezes olhando pra frente<br />E eu ali sendo levado<br />À espera da mudança<br />Da máscara.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8246098944599202836?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-50745360221832336092010-11-12T11:52:00.000-02:002010-11-12T11:53:16.771-02:00<strong>Hoje o dia desceu escada.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5074536022183233609?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-51222587385134363572010-11-10T16:17:00.001-02:002010-11-10T16:17:51.393-02:00<strong>Se a ancestralidade<br />não passa<br />magistralidade<br /><br />A descendência<br />desemboca<br />na decadência</strong><br /><br /><br /> <em>- Medellín, 14/10/10</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5122258738513436357?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-24334031953701605342010-09-27T10:52:00.001-03:002010-09-27T10:53:48.437-03:00<strong>Amei receber o seu livro.<br />Isso fica tão forte quando a gente não se conhece.<br />A gente só se estremece.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2433403195370160534?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-49467183977756844542010-09-22T09:12:00.002-03:002010-09-22T09:19:39.046-03:00<strong>E se for a aleatoriedade, e não Deus,<br />a responsável pela Morte?<br />Aí, não adianta apelar, não adianta rezar.<br />Apelou, perdeu. Rezou, não valeu.<br />A coisa fica para a linha de montagem.<br />Alilás, para o defeito de fábrica.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-4946718397775684454?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-79560513194637319822010-09-10T18:47:00.002-03:002010-09-10T18:51:30.637-03:00<strong>Penetrou noite afora.<br />Desluou quando adentrou o dia.<br />Solarizou-se. </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-7956051319463731982?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-66140862613722569602010-09-01T16:53:00.000-03:002010-09-01T16:54:16.896-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-6614086261372256960?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-32833017442336640772010-09-01T15:28:00.000-03:002010-09-01T15:29:31.535-03:00<strong>Numa questão semântica, farsa.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3283301744233664077?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-55032875284546076932010-09-01T15:27:00.000-03:002010-09-01T15:28:07.573-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5503287528454607693?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-60398891486208472102010-09-01T15:25:00.002-03:002010-09-01T15:30:43.124-03:00<strong>Noutra questão semântica, falta.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-6039889148620847210?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-31507332207732892462010-09-01T15:24:00.001-03:002010-09-01T15:24:39.485-03:00<strong>o fusca<br />ofusca<br />no lusco-fusco</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3150733220773289246?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-52743900351459050732010-09-01T15:22:00.000-03:002010-09-01T15:23:28.202-03:00<strong>O incenso queimou<br />e ela não veio.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5274390035145905073?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-15211463699088241782010-09-01T15:18:00.000-03:002010-09-01T15:19:48.868-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1521146369908824178?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-38490815487975839072010-09-01T15:11:00.000-03:002010-09-01T15:12:41.952-03:00<strong>O<br /><br />t<br />e<br />m<br />p<br />o<br /><br />c<br />a<br />t<br />a<br />p<br />u<br />l<br />t<br />a<br /><br />a<br /><br />a<br />m<br />p<br />u<br />l<br />h<br />e<br />t<br />a<br />.<br />.<br />.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3849081548797583907?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-530212897025016942010-08-19T11:08:00.000-03:002010-08-19T11:09:07.220-03:00<strong>o sol<br />na lapa<br />solapa</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-53021289702501694?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-25174466116547107052010-08-16T09:22:00.000-03:002010-08-16T09:23:12.686-03:00<strong>Ia cheio de dedos...</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2517446611654710705?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-10007236046666412562010-07-26T09:38:00.003-03:002010-07-27T10:15:41.832-03:00<strong>O futuro é incerto, pode nem acontecer.<br />Não necessariamente pela morte<br />O futuro é uma questão de sorte<br /><br />O presente é o ambulante que arrasta <br />a linha do passado para o futuro.<br /><br />O passado, sim. Esse continua vivo.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1000723604666641256?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-34147946199295859262010-07-23T10:05:00.002-03:002010-07-26T09:38:02.405-03:00<strong>Nem o mais exímio dos poetas,<br />Aquele que lavra a musa com o coração, <br />Que lança as sementes com as mãos calejadas de ternura,<br />Nem este consegue cultivar o broto de uma paixão não correspondida.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3414794619929585926?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-22757231234557030752010-05-25T15:17:00.001-03:002010-05-25T15:17:35.543-03:00<strong>Todo trânsito é transitório.<br />Todo transeunte é passageiro.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2275723123455703075?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-84354600051603304892010-05-17T10:52:00.005-03:002010-05-25T15:16:09.631-03:00<strong>Já vi disco voador,<br />já encontrei minha alma-gêmea,<br />meu anjo da guarda apareceu pra mim<br />e um mestre de luz em sonho real já me curou.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8435460005160330489?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-15430184347437312922010-05-13T14:59:00.000-03:002010-05-13T15:00:29.548-03:00<strong>:vexame de birimbondo.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1543018434743731292?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-1935278650605604172010-04-26T15:06:00.000-03:002010-04-26T15:08:09.814-03:00<strong>É bom pra cachorro.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-193527865060560417?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-79829264757730195662010-04-19T11:37:00.000-03:002010-04-19T11:38:30.206-03:00<strong>Envelhecer é perder o viço <br />e ter negado o visto <br />de entrada no paraíso.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-7982926475773019566?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-2980312661231637122010-04-16T16:44:00.001-03:002010-04-16T16:44:35.232-03:00<strong>Cada passo<br />Em falso<br />Um cadafalso</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-298031266123163712?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-91658891214182509272010-04-09T10:46:00.000-03:002010-04-09T10:47:20.922-03:00<strong>Envelhecer é ter a idade da alma defasada da idade do corpo. Esse é o problema, essa é a questão. Meus sonhos, meus medos, meus caprichos, minhas impertinências, minha ansiedade, minha irreverência, meu alter ego, minhas volúpias, minha criança que reside dentro de mim, todos existem, estão claros e evidentes em minha cabeça, em meu coração. Eles são a minha alma, a minha essência. Mas a carcaça desvia a atenção. Esse é o problema, essa é a questão.<br /><br />À medida que envelhecemos vamos ficando transparentes, até atingir a invisibilidade. Aí é o breu total no fim do túnel.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-9165889121418250927?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-83592330631736712712010-04-07T16:26:00.002-03:002010-04-07T16:29:58.895-03:00<strong>mega<br />giga<br />tera<br />byta</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8359233063173671271?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-8370172454162338382010-03-31T11:58:00.000-03:002010-03-31T11:59:23.731-03:00<strong>Bati na traseira<br />Perdi a razão<br />Por outra traseira<br />No calçadão</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-837017245416233838?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-44901108687717625872010-03-12T16:32:00.000-03:002010-03-12T16:33:33.682-03:00<strong>O homem é um produto do meio<br />Eu tenho meus meios<br />Ora explodo como um obus<br /><br />Ora me fecho em concha<br />Molusco, remoo <br /><br />Em meio amargo<br />Cristalizo lágrimas<br />Somatizo pérolas</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-4490110868771762587?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-28653640345665886202010-03-09T08:58:00.001-03:002010-03-09T08:58:45.181-03:00<strong>seios<br />receios<br />respeitos</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2865364034566588620?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-8012124765028311192010-03-03T17:32:00.000-03:002010-03-03T17:34:00.559-03:00<strong>ninguém passa<br />sem olhar o relógio da praça<br />a hora passa</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-801212476502831119?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-2995907017913515952010-03-01T09:28:00.001-03:002010-03-02T09:55:39.737-03:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-299590701791351595?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-67105879709344289052010-03-01T08:38:00.000-03:002010-03-01T08:39:20.179-03:00<strong>A chama chama<br />O fogo pega.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-6710587970934428905?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-20461480195874965672010-02-25T09:57:00.000-03:002010-02-25T10:03:42.324-03:00<strong>Este trânsito me deixa em transe<br />Sonhando em ter um helicóptero<br />Em ser um lepidóptero<br /><br />Imagino asas<br />Não me safo<br />Engarrafo</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2046148019587496567?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-85013635206264327632010-02-24T15:31:00.000-03:002010-02-24T15:32:04.121-03:00<strong>Cheguei atrasado ao aeroporto<br />e fiquei a ver navios.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-8501363520626432763?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-11185014472852006412010-02-22T11:52:00.001-03:002010-02-22T11:55:10.973-03:00<strong>Ulisses se amarrou no navio<br />para não dar ouvidos às sereias.<br /><br />Tem uma que é só me dar corda<br />E eu vou.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1118501447285200641?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-53652530523237063552010-02-19T08:40:00.003-02:002010-02-19T08:42:26.825-02:00<strong>Bebo pelas traições<br />pelas inverdades<br />pelos relácios mal-sucedidos<br /><br />Bebo pelas convenções<br />pelas alegrias<br />pela ávida vida<br /><br />Bebo pelo conjunto da obra<br />Bebo pela sobra<br />Bebo pelo dia a dia</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-5365253052323706355?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-90139799421406967432010-02-18T09:49:00.002-02:002010-02-18T09:50:57.551-02:00<strong>Quando você desvenda<br />um segredo<br />é palíndromo.<br /><br />Você de cá,<br />ele de lá.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-9013979942140696743?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-21688442888698032592010-01-22T09:49:00.001-02:002010-01-22T09:49:58.579-02:00<strong>o advérbio<br />tem um ar de verbo</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-2168844288869803259?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-45426848804352359172010-01-22T09:48:00.002-02:002010-01-22T09:48:57.546-02:00<strong>Escrever me enlouquece<br />Me ataca a virose das letras<br /><br />Verborragia na alma<br />Sangria desletrada</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-4542684880435235917?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-10427679525069821392010-01-22T09:47:00.001-02:002010-01-22T09:47:56.348-02:00<strong>Nos momentos de solidão<br />Vem a lucidez<br />A lucidão.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-1042767952506982139?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33843208.post-38483071814570393772010-01-11T09:13:00.003-02:002010-01-19T09:06:56.759-02:00<strong>A espera é uma moça safada.<br />Deixa a gente ansioso, cansado e infeliz.<br />E depois diz que a culpa é das horas.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33843208-3848307181457039377?l=olivrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aroeirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949397130208835776noreply@blogger.com7