tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65228316085137773092024-03-05T03:30:39.287-03:00Movimento Literário Novos PoetasMovimento Literário criado em Mossoró-RNEllen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.comBlogger681125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-80242156734480501382014-03-09T10:35:00.002-03:002014-03-09T10:35:46.247-03:00É fruto doce e amargo<br />
O amor é fruto,<br />
De teus cuidados,<br />
E abraços,<br />
É um querer bem,<br />
Sei lá a quem,<br />
Um sentimento puro,<br />
Que lhe beija a alma,<br />
Te afoga e sufoca,<br />
Te derruba e devora<br />
É algo que...<br />
Te mastiga e te cospe,<br />
Te levanta e faz-te brilhar,<br />
Jamais queira livrar-se do dom que é amar.<br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Carla Thais,</i><br />
<i>Poetisa. </i><br />
<br />Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-62936092752378423612014-02-06T09:30:00.001-03:002014-02-06T09:38:07.749-03:00Um poema aos tempos passados <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />
Sob a chama de uma vela<br />
Que queima sem pressa<br />
Confidenciamos nossos enganos,<br />
O aborto dos nossos planos<br />
E partilhamos esse nada que nos resta.<br />
<br />
As garrafas vazias no chão da sala<br />
Nos contam do silêncio<br />
Que ecoa pela madrugada.<br />
<br />
Somos vermes mutilados.<br />
Dois vermes embriagados.<br />
Dois loucos apaixonados.<br />
No amor derrotados.<br />
<br />
Partilhamos da mesma sina,<br />
Amar foi nossa ruína,<br />
Dentre o que a muitos abomina,<br />
Encontramos nosso lugar.<br />
<br />
Carregamos o mesmo fardo.<br />
Dois malucos fracassados.<br />
Entre dois mundos cruzados,<br />
Buscando ao que chamar de lar.<br />
<br />
E quando o vinho acaba,<br />
Quando a esperança finda,<br />
A morte nos olha à face<br />
E até parece bem vinda.<br />
<br />
Morremos todas as noites<br />
Por nossas paixões perdidas.<br />
Trocamos a juventude <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Por lágrimas, fracassos,<br />
E algumas garrafas de bebida.<br />
<br />
Vivemos num mundo sem sorte,<br />
Pois ninguém chorará nossa morte<br />
No triste fim desta vida.<br />
<br />
<i>Ellen Dias & Lucas Nathan,</i><br />
<i>Poetas.</i>Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-45982251940790292392014-02-06T08:35:00.000-03:002014-02-06T09:38:28.874-03:00Poema da espera<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />
Te espero<br />
Do fundo da cafeteria<br />
Da última mesa da cafeteria<br />
Observo o entra e sai de pessoas<br />
Atento a sua chegada.<br />
Te espero<br />
Teu perfume se destaca<br />
Entre os perfumes de café.<br />
Você enfim chegou.<br />
<br />
<i>Alexandre Filho,</i><br />
<i>Poeta.</i>Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-61166078601859437562014-01-30T10:15:00.000-03:002014-01-30T10:15:12.579-03:00Amigos de versos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Poetizando mudanças,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Quebrando barreiras,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Através das palavras</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Rompendo fronteiras.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Construindo lembranças </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Com emoções verdadeiras,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ultrapassando as estradas,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fugindo das angústias rotineiras. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fortalece laços</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Agora a pouco criados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Duma amizade, uma parceria,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Um traço pra todo dia.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Compartilhando abraços</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Por ondas virtuais,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Abraços em forma de versos,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Assim a amizade se faz.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">De longe vem pra perto,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">De perto vai pra longe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nessa viagem, nesse nascer,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Não existe a palavra distante.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pois na poesia somos um só,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Vagando pelos vãos do mundo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Poetas, loucos, utópicos,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ligados por um elo profundo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Destino sentido a trilhar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Instintivo a coletar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">De Osasco a Mossoró,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Uma só mensagem passar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">De Mossoró a Osasco,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Não há distância entre nós.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Somos poetas vagabundos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E nunca estaremos sós. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Ellen Dias & Felipe Pizzi,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Poetas.</i> </span><br />
<br />Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-25453324802444799722014-01-27T18:33:00.000-03:002014-01-27T18:35:29.025-03:00Perdi minha família e vivo na prisão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Eu era tão feliz,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">quando com minha família vivia,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">hoje sou muito triste...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pois longe deles eu vivo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E ainda perdi minha humilde moradia,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">meu pequeno coração sofre,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">choro, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">mas para minhas lagrimas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">ninguém se importa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Aqui na prisão ganho</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">comida e bebida na mão.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mas tudo o que eu desejo </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">é minha liberdade de volta,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">que de mim roubaram.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ficam todos me achando uma gracinha</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">e pra mim rindo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">mas ninguém imagina o que eu estou sentindo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pois para os meus sentimentos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">ninguém liga,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">quando fico quieto e calado </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">meu dono chateado comigo fica,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">sou apenas um pequeno pássaro </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">que canto para os meus dias passarem...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E sonho com minha família </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">um dia novamente estar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Daniele das Chagas,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Poetisa.</i> </span><br />
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Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-68133067614821678012014-01-27T14:47:00.000-03:002014-01-27T14:47:16.717-03:00Fronteiras <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />
Decidi romper as fronteiras do pensar<br />
de viver num mundo fantasioso de alegria<br />
sustentadas por baixa nostalgia<br />
já no passado esquecidas<br />
<br />
ver aquilo que me leva a crêr<br />
que sim<br />
tudo é possivel<br />
com a dose certa de fé e coragem<br />
<br />
os erros vão ocorrer<br />
não basta se esconder<br />
ou desviar toda vida<br />
meio aos caminhos de pedra<br />
<br />
tudo passa<br />
todos passam<br />
jeito é, rir da desgraça<br />
sem deixar se abalar<br />
<br />
me senti, primeira vez frente a vida<br />
verdadeiramente livre<br />
livre de todo mal consumidor<br />
aquele oposto, a todo sentimento de amor.<br />
<br />
<i>Felipe Pizzi,</i><br />
<i>Poeta.</i>Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-15373958340193627762014-01-27T14:41:00.001-03:002014-01-27T14:41:11.197-03:00A flor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />
<br />
Nasceu em um lugar qualquer<br />
Apesar de ser única<br />
A flor da paixão<br />
Flor da dor, dor do espinho<br />
Dor do coração.<br />
Ela está viva, vigorosa, valente, vermelha<br />
Emana a luz da paixão, do prazer<br />
Vibrante!<br />
Quebra a barreira do cenário<br />
Torna-se paisagem<br />
Há... a flor do amor<br />
A flor que desabrochou<br />
A flor que ergueu-se na lama.<br />
<br />
<br />
O sangue que escorre<br />
É de um corpo perfurado<br />
Pelo espinho fino,<br />
Espinho astuto<br />
Espinho do amor.<br />
A flor nasce várias vezes<br />
E torna-se novamente paisagem<br />
Paixão, poesia e amor.<br />
Você já conheceu a flor<br />
Que dissipa o orgulho<br />
E sara a dor?<br />
A flor do amor.<br />
<br />
<i>Kennedy Fernandes,</i><br />
<i>Poeta.</i><br />
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Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-18196320274667272132014-01-27T14:38:00.001-03:002014-01-27T14:38:58.397-03:00Espasmo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />
<br />
Prazeres dispersos<br />
num pedaço de papel<br />
amassado, desdobrado<br />
lagrimas ao ver o céu<br />
<br />
temor<br />
no que possa vir pensar<br />
tremor<br />
na maré do meu doce lar<br />
<br />
a ti, declamo ousadias<br />
todo tipo a mim, uma regalia<br />
eis ai, uma parte do dia<br />
daquilo que quero ver como rotina<br />
<br />
aos traços desorientados<br />
crio asas a planar<br />
numa posse desde antes<br />
uma cena, me consumar...<br />
<br />
<i>Felipe Pizzi,</i><br />
<i>Poeta.</i>Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-1588511052436882742014-01-27T14:35:00.000-03:002014-01-27T14:59:52.948-03:00Salmo do Desapego II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Muitas vezes, a vida nos põe em um pedestal</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Branco e reluzente</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Tão reluzente que nos faz esquecer as formigas ao redor</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Coisas boas, ruins</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Mais ruins que boas, sejamos realistas</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Cria mágoa</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Ódio</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">E quando o fim chega</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Tudo é esquecido</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Dissolvido</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">No fim</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Quando as forças acabam</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Quando a fala embarga</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Tudo é dissolvido em lágrimas</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Perdoado</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">O processo de desapego é iniciado</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Afim de ensinar</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><i>Anderson Morais,</i></span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Venha ver, venha viver!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Venha me ter, não espera,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">que nessa esfera que o mundo é</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">o tempo voa. Também pudera.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Seja de carro ou seja a pé</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">venha me ver, vamos viver</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">e ser um só.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Se for já é!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hionne Mara,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Poetisa. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mesmo que não pudéssemos ver</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Que não houvesse poder,ou não se olhava </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ou o tempo não deixasse </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jesus brilhava ! E tanto</span><br />
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Que a nós como o sol se porta</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E a água pura ,que vem do céu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ele cuida pra que regue ,o que plantou </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E chora quando a planta falece </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E sombreia em tua prece </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">A antiga terra, e vaga</span><br />
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Volva-me teu abraço em todo meu sonhar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E faz de encontro comigo seu olhar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hei de ser contigo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E porque não agora</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Que quanto quer minha historia,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">já senhora.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i>
<i>Gabriel Botelho,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Poeta.</i></span></div>
Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-51712697983581897402014-01-27T14:21:00.001-03:002014-01-27T14:25:21.564-03:00Deplorar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sinto um vazio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">pelas beiradas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">vida dividida</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">entre noite e madrugada</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">quando ali</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">deixo adentro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">o sossego</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">materializa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">fere as avessas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">causa repudio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">desnutrido</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">frio e sombrio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">as maçantes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">horas passadas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">dia presente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">em suma emboscada</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">que ver aos pés</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">futuros passos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">escassos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">direcionados ao fracasso</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">espaço cansado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">amor ao individuo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">mal resolvido</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">impróprio, distinto...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Felipe Pizzi, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Poeta. </i></span>Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-66187593117453365872014-01-27T14:17:00.000-03:002014-01-27T14:59:14.575-03:00Versos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Os versos gritam por liberdade</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Os versos estão presos por medo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Por medo da sociedade.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Os versos vibram internamente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fogem a interpretação</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">São escravos.</span><br />
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Tramam em silêncio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">No escuro, na solidão</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Buscam o externo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Como jatos, querem sair.</span><br />
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Há versos que amam</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Há também os que não são amados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Os versos choram, gritam.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Alguns preferem o silêncio outros</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">A solidão.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Somos versos.</span><br />
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<i>Kennedy Fernandes,</i></span><br />
<i style="font-family: inherit;">Poeta.</i></div>
Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-86638478853656556522014-01-27T14:15:00.005-03:002014-01-27T14:56:13.179-03:00A Atriz No Palco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Os versos estão escritos </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Na árvore morta </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sem beleza exposta </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Em noite de dores e gritos. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A atriz no canto se produz </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nessa noite sem luz </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sem o prazer forte </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Que a mesma deviria sentir </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ao representar com a morte. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Será a primeira vez da atriz </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nesse palco infeliz. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nesse teatro sem espectadores</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Com cheiro de flores. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nesse teatro do submundo </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Os versos são mortais </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fazendo os atores desleais </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nesse inferno profundo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">O som do piano de bela harmonia </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Com barulho do tormento. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ela espera a luz do dia </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E o sobro do vento </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nesse palco sem vida.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>João Carias de França,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Poeta.</i></span></div>
Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-34980977988965918752014-01-16T09:36:00.002-03:002014-01-16T09:36:14.254-03:00Salmo do Desapego Mesquinho ISalmo do Desapego Mesquinho I<br /><br /><br />
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Quando meu corpo enjoar do teu se afaste<br />Pense<br />Se reinvente<br />Suba na cama de um jeito diferente<br />Toque a coberta com as mãos bem quentes<br /><br />Quando meu corpo se fadigar<br />Ausente-se<br />Caminhe em outras ruas<br />Procurando maçãs mais rubras<br />Bem diferentes das minhas<br />Pálidas<br />Não castas<br /><br />Quando meu corpo não quiser mais o teu<br />Atravesse a porta<br />Sem choro<br />Sentimentalismo<br />Enjoei de ti.<br /><br />Anderson Morais<br />PoetaRayane Medeiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908363361670556822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-81081119922198661272014-01-16T09:34:00.000-03:002014-01-16T09:34:04.688-03:00Morte de um escritor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Morro<br />Nem mais nem menos, morro tanto quanto tu<br />Uma vez, de modo definitivo<br /><br />Apenas peço lágrimas de mentira<br />Quero que de mim digam que morri de lápis na mão<br />Que escrevi mais mentiras que verdades<br />E que foram todos devidamente enganados<br /><br />Isso, digam que foram devidamente enganados<br />Pouco tenho a deixar, se não meus enganos<br />Deixem-se embebedar<br />Sangrem e vomitem<br />E bebam mais um pouco<br /><br />Pois é tudo o que tenho<br /><br />E ao verme que primeiro roer os frios versos do meu poema<br />Dedico com saudosas lembranças tudo o que quiseres.<br /><br />Kauê Pereira<br />PoetaRayane Medeiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908363361670556822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-62527099778855576512014-01-12T20:40:00.002-03:002014-01-12T21:05:47.295-03:00Poema de amor louco<div style="text-align: right;">
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Eu que muito tenho bebido;<br />
Que às vezes desejo um trago;<br />
Que muito tenho mentido e<br />
Me enganado. <br />
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Eu que me tenho abandonado; <br />
Que às vezes aludido<br />
Não me encontro em mim mesmo; <br />
Que ando a esmo; <br />
Entre os olhares compassivos.<br />
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Eu que entre pernas estrangeiras<br />
Viro bicho,<br />
Viro gozo;<br />
Que muito tenho me iludido<br />
em camas avulsas.<br />
Eu que nos bares afogo maus amores<br />
Sugando bocas ébrias.<br />
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Eu que me sufoco enlouquecido <br />
Das brigas que evitei resignado; <br />
Das vezes que não quebrei os vidros; <br />
Do sangue que engoli estancado.<br />
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Eu que entre um desdém e outro<br />
Visto-me em amargura<br />
E profanação.<br />
Eu que em pelo e verso <br />
Sou inflamável.<br />
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Eu que desvivo em mim; <br />
Ao me procurar nos corpos alheios; <br />
Eu que já não tenho freios; <br />
Gozo a vida até o fim.<br />
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Bruno Radner/Rayane Medeiros<br />
Poetas</div>
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seria assim, sem fim,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">mas não
sou só eu que escolho.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">Só colho
aquilo que planto<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">num
canto, num riso, num choro.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">Não choro
e nem mais me espanto.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">Sem fim,
porque não quero que acabe,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">se cabe
você nesse abraço,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">mal passo
um dia sem isso<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">feitiço
já vira saudade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">Nem sou
bruxa assim, de verdade<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">porque
também me enfeiticei,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">quando
nos seus braços deixei<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">que me
fizesse mulher, à vontade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><i>Hionne Mara,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><i>Poetisa.</i></span></div>
Ellen Diashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06753518814447899013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-81994946326586377742014-01-06T21:31:00.002-03:002014-01-06T21:42:03.191-03:00Calvário<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Não quero escrever pra você<br />
E ser o poeta que embala teus sonhos<br />
Detestaria que pensasse que te sirvo<br />
Trabalhador incansável a te eternizar<br />
Em rimas polidas que pouco significam<br />
Lugares tão comuns quanto a falta de senso<br />
De exaltar algo que me põe em destroços.<br />
<br />
Não quero cantar-te<br />
Melodias doces, fáceis de recordar<br />
Almejo, antes de tudo, olvidar<br />
Todo o significado impresso<br />
Nos atos banais, singelos<br />
Frivolidades elevadas a um novo status<br />
Testamentadas com tão pouco caso.<br />
<br />
Não quero me tornar um fantasma<br />
Arrastando correntes noites adentro<br />
Perseguindo a luz daqueles momentos<br />
Pra expurgar todo e qualquer carma<br />
Criados à revelia de meus intentos<br />
Por tão vis e cruéis sentimentos<br />
Que me tomaram de assalto<br />
Quando menos era esperado.<br />
<br />
Quero, não, necessito respirar<br />
Preciso lembrar quem eu sou<br />
Me situar no caminho onde vou<br />
Sentir que a vida é possível<br />
De ser vivida, vívida<br />
Longe de ti e da negação<br />
Que me impus, ao aceitar condição<br />
De que era preferível<br />
Te amar sem me amar.<br />
<br />
Bruno Radner<br />
PoetaRayane Medeiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908363361670556822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-69426790827701914692014-01-06T21:20:00.002-03:002014-01-06T21:20:31.066-03:00Contando os Minutos<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />
Cinco minutos<br />
Para que portas se abram<br />
Corações se partam<br />
Que a melancolia invada<br />
Já sabe do que se trata<br />
<br />
Três minutos<br />
Puxe o braço Preencha o átrio<br />
Olhe nos olhos<br />
Sem ressalvas<br />
<br />
Diga a verdade<br />
Sem ressalvas<br />
Com honestidade<br />
Sem ressalvas<br />
Da realidade<br />
Sem ressalvas<br />
<br />
O amor brota<br />
Corajoso<br />
Intuitivo<br />
Novo<br />
<br />
Sem receio de achar<br />
De buscar<br />
A plenitude<br />
A infinitude<br />
Do ser amado<br />
Sem medo dos sonhos<br />
Sem medo de amar.<br />
<br />
Anderson Morais<br />
Poeta<br />
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Rayane Medeiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908363361670556822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-32509966179746499572014-01-06T21:17:00.001-03:002014-01-06T21:17:09.815-03:00Em ser Leal <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Marca-me lealdade<br />
Pela dor que lhe certifica<br />
Se sangrar o peito é mostrar-te<br />
Vivo hei de perecer<br />
<br />
E se perdida parecer a causa que te elevas<br />
Sossega em mim teu cansaço<br />
Pois pudera eu não pertencer a te por vezes<br />
E desde agora quero servir-te<br />
<br />
E se de tempo em tempo<br />
Parecer que lhe esqueço<br />
É que puro não serei tanto<br />
A dor<br />
Mereço<br />
<br />
Gabriel Botelho<br />
PoetaRayane Medeiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908363361670556822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-4379108999428200562014-01-05T20:43:00.002-03:002014-01-05T20:43:26.052-03:00Regaço minhas asas <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Regaço minhas asas<br />
Teu abraço me faz triste<br />
Pela distância e a complexidade<br />
Regaço minhas asas, mas ainda não sei voar<br />
<br />
Quero teu colo meu amor<br />
Se perdido me farto, me farto hei do tempo<br />
Da distância pura e rude<br />
Se pudesse levar-me o vento<br />
Ajudaria eu com minhas fracas asas<br />
<br />
Regaço-as mas falta-me coragem<br />
Quem sabe seja o medo da neblina e da friagem<br />
Que de imaginar suspiro<br />
<br />
Quem sabe o amor real não seja<br />
Pois me falta a ousadia que quem vive<br />
A liberdade de quem chora<br />
E a compreensão de tua ida<br />
<br />
Gabriel Botelho<br />
Poeta<br />
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Rayane Medeiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908363361670556822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-48346920779194995792014-01-05T20:21:00.001-03:002014-01-05T20:21:49.807-03:00Respire em mim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Senti seu cheiro desde a esquina,<br />
O cheiro de tua pele quente,<br />
E como se fosse aguardente, me embriaguei.<br />
Descobri que eu visto a roupa pro'cê tirar,<br />
Pra que a tua mão enfeite meu colo,<br />
Pra que teu sorriso se espalhe em meu umbigo,<br />
Pra que sua sorte encontre minha cama.<br />
Eu não preciso dos odores que vem em vidros,<br />
Feromônios destoam nas ruas,<br />
Mas meu aroma tu reconheces como um leão faminto.<br />
Eu desligo os alarmes,<br />
Destranco as portas,<br />
Descarto os medos,<br />
Desbravo os devaneios.<br />
Eu escolho arder em tuas pernas.<br />
Acorde meu bem, pois o dia raiou.<br />
Respire em mim e inspire em nós.<br />
<br />
Ana Clara Duarte<br />
PoetisaRayane Medeiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908363361670556822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-44538565212618826652014-01-05T20:13:00.001-03:002014-01-05T20:13:40.218-03:00Na Manhã do Sábado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Na manhã do Sábado<br />
Debaixo do céu nublado<br />
O corpo no chão sangra<br />
E a mãe por justiça clama.<br />
<br />
Uma criança morta<br />
Em acidente assustador.<br />
A multidão esta a sua volta<br />
Vendo a cena de horror.<br />
<br />
Uma mulher que tenta consolar<br />
Uma mãe desesperada<br />
Que não parava de chorar<br />
Vendo morta a filha amada.<br />
<br />
Olho para a menina<br />
Lembro-me de como era linda,<br />
Mas a beleza foi acabada<br />
Ela se encontra despedaçada.<br />
<br />
Ela não verá o sol nascer<br />
Nem poderá mais sonhar,<br />
Nem voltar para o seu lá,<br />
Só restará ao seu corpo apodrecer.<br />
<br />
João Carias de França<br />
PoetaRayane Medeiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908363361670556822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522831608513777309.post-9122106741894588002014-01-05T20:03:00.001-03:002014-01-05T20:33:24.324-03:00O desfecho extraordinariamente comum<ul class="uiList body contentListWidth _4kg" style="background-color: white; list-style-type: none; margin: 2px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Entreteve-se tanto </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">com o mundo de plástico</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">que já não sentia mais os pisões,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">nem mesmo o peso da classe, </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">que lhe era – ilusoriamente – natural.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">E morreu feliz</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">(bem melhor que outros):</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">sentia apenas o que</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">imaginava possuir.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">E o erro, quando vivo,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">caso pudesse perceber:</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">possuía apenas o que</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">imaginava sentir.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Sempre imaginava.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Nem sempre sentia.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Felipe Conti</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Poeta</span></span></div>
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