tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56227242888657641242024-03-23T07:04:18.970+00:00Um chá no desertoUm diário de letras de papel, recortadas no tempo...AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-33620434020265167922024-03-19T09:09:00.003+00:002024-03-19T18:54:55.068+00:00Blood On The Rooftops <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EeZRdd_1b4g" width="320" youtube-src-id="EeZRdd_1b4g"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;">Atirou-se ao primeiro amor emergente e brilhante, num tom de cinza</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;">previsível,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">que a libertou, com palavras a transbordar.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Olhares des</i>[a]<i>botados</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">exilando-a daquele deserto, refúgio onde por vezes se vive, em terra firme</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;">com abundância de água salgada</span> </span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">De tantas lágrimas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Montserrat;"><br /></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-34711570599509400802024-02-21T01:21:00.001+00:002024-02-21T18:23:27.303+00:00Fade Into You<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ImKY6TZEyrI" width="320" youtube-src-id="ImKY6TZEyrI"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Quedou-se de mãos estendidas,</span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"> numa espera para que ele a tocasse.</span> <span style="font-family: courier;">Levemente,</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">incitando-a a sentir a ausência.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Ardente, o toque. </span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">Talvez tenha experimentado um leve tremor,</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> arrepio de suposição. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Refém de emoções, empurra o vento invisível de palavras cegas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Silêncio que ensurdece.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E arrisca o voo.</span></p><div><br /></div>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-72704563774367878842024-01-30T03:10:00.001+00:002024-01-31T10:47:50.876+00:00Sanctuary<p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NoslVgOTW74" width="320" youtube-src-id="NoslVgOTW74"></iframe></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Na quietude da cela</span>, <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">a noite revela um perfume estéril de agonia.</span></p><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">Sob o luar intenso,</span> <span style="font-family: courier;">sonhos vagueiam aprisionados na
geometria de uma ilusão asséptica que persiste.</span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"> E assim, na solidão das horas
mortas, a vida é melodia incerta, entre as pétalas caídas.</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Desfolhadas e
oferecidas com um esgar de dor.</span><span style="font-family: courier;"><b> Rasgada.</b></span></div></span><o:p></o:p><p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Flores murchas que sussurram segredos de_ Verão. </span><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">De
nostalgia dos dias luminosos, inclinados sobre os cabelos dourados.<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p><br /></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-28505302381407655802024-01-26T06:26:00.001+00:002024-01-26T21:20:41.076+00:00Lose Control<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GZ3zL7kT6_c" width="320" youtube-src-id="GZ3zL7kT6_c"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">O encerramento de um tempo comedido. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Num esforço não planeado,</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">a dor de ossos estilhaçados entre
paredes florescentes por detrás de portas abertas ao acaso,</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">a preservação da
luz cinematográfica, do prazer amargo,</span> <span style="font-family: times;">indo além da ficção.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Então, um grão de ouro <i>punk</i> e feminino, a viajar pela arte ao
som que a cidade transmite.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Acorda,</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">acordes de agulhas injectadas em simultâneo, </span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">vibrações
que se insinuam complacentes.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A anestesia não surte efeito.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Levanta-se, agradece e deambula
pelos corredores sem encontrar a saída.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p></div>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-13386672244404404982023-12-30T20:08:00.000+00:002023-12-30T20:08:05.109+00:00Special<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0H6re3PCP3E" width="320" youtube-src-id="0H6re3PCP3E"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;">Persigo o sonho por entre o arvoredo que se intensifica,</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">a
cada hesitação minha.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">Sempre que o enfrento, selvagem e desafiante, </span><span style="font-family: courier;">ele vem
beijar-me as mãos e o rosto com cicatrizes, deixadas pelos ramos do meu realismo.
</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Acaricio-lhe o lombo, a cabeça.</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> Depois evapora-se. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">Fico então aprisionada neste enigma cada
vez mais complexo</span>, <span style="font-family: courier;">que vou codificando</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">à medida que lhe nego o nome,</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> surdamente e recuando sempre
que o vislumbro ao longe.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-54025992818570747472023-12-04T11:11:00.036+00:002023-12-04T21:25:52.777+00:00Sanctuary<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/T_I8UrmDQJA" width="320" youtube-src-id="T_I8UrmDQJA"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">És-me letras desalinhadas em mãos trémulas,</span> </span><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">que por vezes prosseguem caminhos de amor.</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">E escrevo.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Leio-te também.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Ainda noutro dia, abri o livro e vi.</span> <span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Páginas de luxúria desenhada. Ansiada.</span> <span style="font-family: times;">Nesta surdez que passa.</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Em branco.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">Imagino que não deixas escorrer as noites, filtradas de madrugada.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Poderia então conjugar-te verbo,</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> enquanto me decifras.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Houve mesmo um dia em que o nosso olhar se apaixonou.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Se estivesses aqui agora, beijava-te.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div><br /></div>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-46418210285399963172023-10-16T16:06:00.003+01:002023-10-16T21:14:52.813+01:00Same Old Scene<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vXOgQN1a7bE" width="320" youtube-src-id="vXOgQN1a7bE"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Choveu esta madrugada.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">O tempo espalhado na suave
memória,</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;">a entrelaçar lágrimas, sangue</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">e suores do âmago da noite escura</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">num nevoeiro,</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">onde se obscurecem tempestades.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Reitero os dias, os passos e as flores secas, nos livros que me ofereceste</span>. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">Insisto incansável, a chamar-te. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;"><i>E a minha vontade é forte.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Das minhas mãos nascem pássaros e devaneios.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span>
<br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">
Então, dentro de mim, a tua voz que perdura.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Pura.</i><br /><i>Rouca.</i><br /><i>Musical.</i></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-32963388709133937042023-08-25T00:30:00.002+01:002023-08-25T16:29:57.685+01:00Johnny Johnny<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XmiKqRlfX00" width="320" youtube-src-id="XmiKqRlfX00"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">Tocar-lhe o sorriso, como se o olhar queimasse</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">este Verão interminável</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">na fronteira entre o sentir e imaginar.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Corre para mim só por um dia,</i></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">a devorar esta sensação</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">de sermos só um,</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">multiplicados,</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">divididos,</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet;">arrasados </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;">entrelaçados em música,</span> <span style="font-family: courier;">café, baunilha</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">e roçar de pele.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora fá-lo</span>. <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">Falo.</span> <span style="font-family: courier;">Levanto-me pelo silêncio suave,</span> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>que ao
escutares, te faça estremecer.</b></span><o:p></o:p></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-53550242600350660632023-06-05T21:25:00.000+01:002023-06-05T21:25:14.466+01:00 This Light Holds So Many Colours <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gumeyeyxrN0" width="320" youtube-src-id="gumeyeyxrN0"></iframe></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Amar-te no
clamor dos dias pardos.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Violetas
desesperadas,</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">por um bater de asas <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">de
borboletas</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">azuis</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">sempre que o
teu olhar</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet;">se despe no meu</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">e</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <span style="font-family: courier;">pousa no
acenar distante dos comboios sem regresso.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Lanço-te um
beijo,</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">que sufocas</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">de costas
voltadas à viagem<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">dos poemas
que teimas em não escrever,</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i>porque a
música parou o tempo.</i></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-33825170709154939582023-05-29T19:50:00.000+01:002023-05-29T19:50:21.063+01:00Cartas às florestas I<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtD0jpOD86U1BQ09KnbPgmZFW2qC3gXm0opVeaDbSFHIUST3ln3LY8shAeiGk8GVUTWLq5wPPTrjOoLoj5-sabiHUncUWnfqV3A4CMjAy8A1BsvqC57skD8_-Zn1wO3LgkFW994OxaSF7msXpFG2cHuNegNoQqzsf1X9Fvr-80e-EadoeWA95_VawmKQ/s960/240233254_10165936892745193_1184541728354853964_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="531" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtD0jpOD86U1BQ09KnbPgmZFW2qC3gXm0opVeaDbSFHIUST3ln3LY8shAeiGk8GVUTWLq5wPPTrjOoLoj5-sabiHUncUWnfqV3A4CMjAy8A1BsvqC57skD8_-Zn1wO3LgkFW994OxaSF7msXpFG2cHuNegNoQqzsf1X9Fvr-80e-EadoeWA95_VawmKQ/s320/240233254_10165936892745193_1184541728354853964_n.jpg" width="177" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Foto: CM</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Não há flores no meu jardim. </span><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Não
se vêem, não se tocam, nem se podem colher.</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">Aromas insuspeitos de uma primavera
indigente.</span><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Perco-me nos cheiros adivinhados.</span>
<span style="font-family: courier;">Entro na floresta e sento-me junto ao castanheiro mais antigo.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Levanto-me e tropeço no estalar
de pernadas secas,</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">talvez seja o barulho do meu envelhecer com elas, </span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">estas
árvores que me conhecem e amparam lágrimas, </span><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">que por vezes me empurram para
precipícios de cores vivas, </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">outras vezes me obrigam a ficar em casa, de tanto
que as canso de observar.</span><o:p></o:p></p></div>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-43547828651530804272023-04-25T00:00:00.026+01:002023-04-26T12:44:31.265+01:00Quelqu'un m'a dit <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EelX_LwPHbA" width="320" youtube-src-id="EelX_LwPHbA"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;">Inclino-me
na noite</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">, <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">encostada à janela que te inventa.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier;">A rua vazia, ecoa murmúrios do dia
esgotado pelos lábios desafiantes.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 12pt;">Toques
proibidos que ardem como gelo.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt;">E um copo de uísque.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>Glenlivet</i>.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Dedos unidos
esfumaçam sensações quase intoxicantes.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>C i g a r r i l h a s.</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: 12pt;">As esquinas
são testemunhas dessa atracção intensa,</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;">e os sussurros de outros amantes misturam-se
com os nossos, num êxtase delirante.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Gravado nas
almas, </span><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: large;">o segredo da paixão insana e indomável. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Amanhece.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>E corro para
dentro de mim.</b></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-55857577703024590162023-04-11T01:00:00.023+01:002023-04-12T15:12:29.702+01:00When Love Breaks Down<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QeZkLV3ZjeI" width="320" youtube-src-id="QeZkLV3ZjeI"></iframe></div><p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">guarda-me,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">
no lugar insuspeito onde desaguam desejos em vertigem</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">onde os pássaros fazem ninhos,<br />
e nós morremos vivos</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">em memórias de doces frutos amadurecidos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">
guarda-me</span><br /><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
enquanto exiges</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
que ignore o caminho dos teus lábios</span></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
e eu percorro</span><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
avenidas, dunas, soleiras, bares,</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier;">em noites soluçantes de chuva invisível.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">
e, da força que me falta, articulo asas</span><br /><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">
e, da vontade que não tenho, invento caminhos</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">sem dores nem queixumes,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">
nesta primavera de esquecimentos</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier;">arredondo sorrisos, invoco deuses e alinho os
astros.</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">
e, no absurdo,</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: x-small;"><b>amo-te.<br /></b></span>
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<!--[endif]--></span></p><p><br /></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-70707645603577183162023-03-01T01:01:00.020+00:002023-03-01T16:34:18.830+00:00The greateast<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0KtrQ5nWl7w" width="320" youtube-src-id="0KtrQ5nWl7w"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Avenidas Novas. Passei do assombro ao medo. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">De não reter
as memórias de nós, de mãos dadas.</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Bancos de jardim nos passeios, </span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">onde pés calçados de
juventude pisam os lugares que já foram nossos.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sinto-me perdida, não reconheço os sorrisos,</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet;">há tanto que
estou estremada ao meu lugar solitário.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Horizontes de néons, prédios </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">e gente em que esbarro,
porque correm.</span> <span style="font-family: courier;">E eu quieta a fingir que vejo o mar, enquanto olho o céu. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Entretanto
chego ao lugar- comum de todos os encontros.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: 12pt;">Sento-me
a olhar o rio,</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> o caderno preto à espera da mão que tenta acompanhar o pensamento
numa aventura de escrita, letra apressada e indecifrável.</span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Na outra mão, um uísque velho afogado em amargura decadente.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">E permaneço,</span> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">a fixar o rio até que seja mar.</span><o:p></o:p></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-46037029455426963732023-02-15T05:05:00.001+00:002023-02-20T21:29:04.514+00:00Desire<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RBIjhyUByZI" width="320" youtube-src-id="RBIjhyUByZI"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não sei porque razão, os meus lábios abrem janelas de par em
par, deixando entrar em passos de dança, sorrisos de memórias.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Metáforas que se fundem na paisagem.</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"><i>E o rosto dele a
fixá-la como se ainda a esperasse.</i></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tanto tempo.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">E a vontade de o rever, ouvi-lo, vê-lo perto. </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tão
perto que o pudesse tocar com a boca.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p><br /></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-73094827440649612852023-02-01T02:01:00.023+00:002023-02-03T15:34:49.703+00:00Goodnight Moon<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tCXeYq6KYZc" width="320" youtube-src-id="tCXeYq6KYZc"></iframe></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Os dedos falam,</span> enquanto aquietam as mãos que dançam em mim.</span><o:p></o:p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Labirinto fechado de lugares vagos, </span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">pele dócil, rosto de
olhar distante, </span><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">pernas que inventam passos, então.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Construo liberdades que são gritos aprendidos</span>, <span style="font-family: courier;">espaços sem
medidas, lábios debruados a abismo. </span><o:p></o:p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: large;">Sorriste.</span><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"><b>E amei-te logo ali. </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">De alma viva, </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>contagiada pelo céu
que o teu sorriso abriu.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-5163735448217994012022-10-25T19:09:00.043+01:002022-10-25T19:36:55.205+01:00When a blind man cries<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ElZmD78VD7g" width="320" youtube-src-id="ElZmD78VD7g"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Fixas-me o olhar como quem me olha (n)os olhos</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">, </span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">a arriscar encurralar emoções,</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">ensaios a tracejado, </span></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">amor nos reflexos de
esquinas vadias, vazias, </span></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">aplausos a discursos indirectos,</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">fascínio de noites
intermináveis,</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">de aroma a antigos amantes boémios que ainda (me)</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">percorrem de
desejo.</span></span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tento em pautas de letras imaculadas,</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">gritar à
distância que nos separa,</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">encurtá-la,</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">libertando sopros de suspiros fátuos,</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: courier;">enroscando-me
em ti,</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>encaracolada de saudades,</i></span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">com a determinação do dia certo que o meu peito alberga em vigília. </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Ou
luto. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A amar assim, até ser raiz.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-82773376089421505552022-09-29T10:01:00.007+01:002022-09-29T14:25:22.898+01:00In a bar<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFpp7qWyDAEd8vm6LOK1GuXR37swMF7kpMDouN8zxVz5rgkJstX8Ou3uKz3Ht8om4B9pEdpxNc39u1bJlUrJ7RGQtL0wKnX-88JoH_3WGLSXtThIjHYFOJWsGzMC3SwRhffHnktE4JLpdBjbiFM1rl75CV_vjHfz3kyQPow4zqduoVAlSZxj3SFP1Ew/s1440/128055685_10164813056740193_6614538363863093390_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1142" data-original-width="1440" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFpp7qWyDAEd8vm6LOK1GuXR37swMF7kpMDouN8zxVz5rgkJstX8Ou3uKz3Ht8om4B9pEdpxNc39u1bJlUrJ7RGQtL0wKnX-88JoH_3WGLSXtThIjHYFOJWsGzMC3SwRhffHnktE4JLpdBjbiFM1rl75CV_vjHfz3kyQPow4zqduoVAlSZxj3SFP1Ew/s320/128055685_10164813056740193_6614538363863093390_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: xx-small;"><i>Foto: CM</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Inebriada pela seiva,
sentei-me à chuva à espera que chegasses, cintilante, como as cores da queda
das folhas outonais.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Rodopiava, mentalmente enlaçada
com o teu sorriso de poeta, que me aconchega nas tardes que são noites sem
dormir.</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Rios de sangue desaguam em mim feridas
que cicatrizo sem te dizer, para que não saibas que existes nos meus sonhos
gravados na pele.</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b>A tinta permanente.</b></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"><i>A paixão e o amor por
definir.</i></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span></o:p></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-40096599805815297282022-09-05T07:07:00.005+01:002022-09-05T17:22:04.679+01:00Don't Worry About Me<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6XH15i_FtNc" width="320" youtube-src-id="6XH15i_FtNc"></iframe></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">R</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ecuar a memórias, aos dias de flores inquietas, pela brisa suave de um sol
de Verão.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt;">[</span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 18pt;">D</span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">escalça, a chapinhar num fio de água que restava do
riacho solto na madrugada.</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt;">]</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">S</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ei-te de olhos fechados: a pele macia, o cheiro a amor nos olhos que pousam
nos meus, ignorantes de promessas.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">O</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> arrepio na pele, da surpresa de te ver à porta.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">S</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ilêncio.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">O tempo
perfeito neste prolongamento de fio de sémen suspenso.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 24pt;">D</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">á-me a tua boca. Dá-me, dá-te, solta-te, eleva-me.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 24pt;">N</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a ambiguidade da saudade…</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 24pt;">N</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">ão digas nada: sente.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">E</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">eu calada, sôfrega dos teus sussurros nos meus cabelos, a tua língua
nos meus ouvidos em busca de mim.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 24pt;">D</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">espe-te, </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">deixa a luz acesa.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 24pt;">L</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">oba.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">O</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> prazer pelo prazer. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">A</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> intimidade encaixada. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">A</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">scendo enquanto gemes, gemo porque a[s]cendes.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">T</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">ombamos um no outro. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">S</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">uspiros. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">R</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">ecuperar o fôlego.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">N</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">ão dizes nada.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">E</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> só eu sei, o que queres dizer.</span></span><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-31306343959338485202022-06-15T00:51:00.001+01:002022-06-15T15:33:56.802+01:00Call Me When You Get Home<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EvnxXHWsFPg" width="320" youtube-src-id="EvnxXHWsFPg"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">Deixo cair os olhos no pinhal<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"> e apanho os meus pedaços.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">A tapar os olhos até as palmas das mãos doerem, pelo rasgo
dos ramos da árvore a que trepo</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">na colheita do fruto proibido,</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">sempre que ensaio fugas<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">de ti, <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">de mim.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">Lasciva,</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">esta cor de perfume<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;"> a escorrer-te pela
barba<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">azul,</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">de manchas licorosas<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">almiscaradas, perigosas<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">que não me <o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">deixam partir.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-45998791902563765862022-05-18T20:20:00.004+01:002022-05-18T22:21:44.457+01:00Show Me<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/izRvLnT7DtA" width="320" youtube-src-id="izRvLnT7DtA"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;">É nos olhos que começa o beijo, como se o corpo fosse boca.</span> </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">Depois, mãos e lábios perdidos que despem a vontade demasiado rápida de consumir todo o oxigénio e saciar a sede.</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">As tuas palavras beijam-me.</span></i><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Hoje, os dedos só servem para dizer adeus.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: 16px;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Saudades. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; font-family: courier; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="color: white;">E foi com um olhar fatigado, que decidiram enterrar o tempo ausente.</span></b></i></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-29952506228841264942022-05-17T18:19:00.001+01:002022-05-18T15:08:26.264+01:00Bring On The Night<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Bz1mEMiNPHQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="Bz1mEMiNPHQ"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Fa</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>l</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">tam-me</span> as <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">mãos</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">maduras</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">de abraços dourados</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"> num grito,</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b>o choro</b></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> da noite onde me abismo, </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">na <i>in</i>certeza dos desencontros falsificados</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;">como relógios parados</span><o:p></o:p></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">de ponteiros acrescentados.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-39585940891300000752022-05-01T01:05:00.037+01:002022-05-02T20:53:42.346+01:00Carta(s) de amor<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpGO5ZhiBYv_HVfikFsxaYLkcxxsv_i3irddQJr3UDbcM_eGBEELFT_4SeNn0x1PuqhGOeD7CH2FFXNJocCdnnpd_bg5fe8kBVz8gYdEJA9NVZtqCTYEntGN0kjTkLsd7lvCE3LtUsh3BsuIbmRFSSj74JqziqNBxciN0TXyqErHJpfIM3RTkeFVwGg/s320/11179975_666412753502121_5999987350338216766_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="217" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpGO5ZhiBYv_HVfikFsxaYLkcxxsv_i3irddQJr3UDbcM_eGBEELFT_4SeNn0x1PuqhGOeD7CH2FFXNJocCdnnpd_bg5fe8kBVz8gYdEJA9NVZtqCTYEntGN0kjTkLsd7lvCE3LtUsh3BsuIbmRFSSj74JqziqNBxciN0TXyqErHJpfIM3RTkeFVwGg/s1600/11179975_666412753502121_5999987350338216766_n.jpg" width="217" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">n</span><span style="font-size: medium;">uvens de vento empurram o sol neste sotão de memórias, onde
te (res)guardo em caixas coloridas como matrioskas de ar maternal.</span></span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">s</span><span style="font-size: medium;">ento-me num caixote de madeira, deixando que a claridade
vença os recantos de todas as coisas guardadas de ti: postais, anéis, brincos,
colares e fios de ouro velho que não reluz agora, o teu bilhete de identidade,
o cartão da maternidade, algumas agendas (onde a tua letra me é tesouro) nos
recados que me deixavas (junto com o almoço já feito) na minha adolescência de
preguiça em férias, antes de saíres para o emprego.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="font-size: medium;">ncontro agora o teu passe de autocarro, recorto a tua
fotografia e deito-o fora. é assim, sempre que mexo nas tuas coisas, a tentar
ficar com o mais importante, o que para mim é tudo. mas é um exercício que
faço, para me tentar disciplinar a não ficar tão dependente de objectos que fazem parte da tua memória.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">é</span> <span style="font-size: medium;">difícil desfazer-me seja do que for teu. quando o pai
morreu, lá tive que dar os teus vestidos mais bonitos e o robe que ainda estava
pendurado atrás da porta, e outras coisas. guardo algumas écharpes e lenços,
que não usarei, porque não gosto, mas têm ainda o teu perfume, até porque estão
junto com alguns sabonetes <i>Camay</i> (penso que americanos, com que o pai sempre te
inundava e que tu recebias com o entusiasmo de uma primeira vez).</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">s</span><span style="font-size: medium;">abes (claro que sabes) já sou avó, ou seja sou mãe outra
vez e tu continuas longe e eu sinto-me sempre solitária quando é a tua memória
que me faz companhia.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;">d</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>ou corda a um dos teus relógios de pulso, com
esperança que o tempo volte para trás e tu te materializes aqui na minha
frente, a tentares fazer ao mesmo tempo mil e uma coisas enquanto me mimas e me
beijas prendendo com uma rapidez hábil a bracelete do relógio, esse relógio
antigo de tantas horas que guarda, assim o meu amor numa ampulheta de tempo, em
que a areia se recusa a deslizar à velocidade desejada que é parada para que
não tenha que te recordar com medo de te esquecer.</b></span></span></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-15234255936405978652022-04-27T18:27:00.023+01:002022-04-28T19:04:22.567+01:00Union <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zZwW3ax9UAI" width="320" youtube-src-id="zZwW3ax9UAI"></iframe></div><p><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Conta-me os teus segredos.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Tenho alguns para a troca,</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">que te
farão querer tocar os meus lábios com as pontas dos dedos,</span> <span style="font-family: courier;">assim </span></span></span></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>l e v e m e n t e</i>, </span></span></span></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">como
quem dedilha a guitarra no meu corpo em música.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Cantada.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Contar os segredos, trocados em suspiros, os meus e os teus.
</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">Agarrar o tempo,</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">nesta primavera de fugas,</span> <span style="font-family: courier;">num turbilhão de
olhares,</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">sorrisos cúmplices,</span> <span style="font-family: courier;">tudo o que nos faça desassossegar.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sussurra os teus segredos, da tua boca para mim, do meu escutar
beijado na tua pele.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Montserrat; font-size: small;">Vamos beber um café?</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-36732790838796352972022-04-26T18:18:00.003+01:002022-04-26T20:26:37.589+01:00My Ty She<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/o0nZbt1Txsk" width="320" youtube-src-id="o0nZbt1Txsk"></iframe></div><br /> <div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: 12pt;">Vem comigo agitar
os dias</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">, </span><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: 12pt;">inventar sorrisos</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">enquanto os teus dedos me arqueiam o corpo </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt;">c</span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: 12pt;">o</span><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: 12pt;">l</span><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: 12pt;">o</span><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: 12pt;">r</span><i><span style="font-size: medium;">ido</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
pelo teu toque.</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: 12pt;">Até ferirem de prazer, os
meus lábios debruados a beijos roubados,</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt;">enquanto advinhas o que sinto,</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: 12pt;">ao som ritmado
do inalcançável,</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> sempre que dizes amo-te.</span><p></p></div>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622724288865764124.post-72451700741534267192022-04-22T02:22:00.001+01:002022-04-22T18:31:59.050+01:00Highway To Your Heart<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/DIi8cvlpzXI" width="320" youtube-src-id="DIi8cvlpzXI"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Montserrat;">afogo um soluço na mão que não te dou</span>.</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">olhares que se
encontram quando</span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">os lábios se esmagam.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">os teus nos meus, ou nos gestos que se insinuam
_________________ </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">escondidos,</span> <span style="font-family: helvetica;">mordidos.</span> <span style="font-family: times;">salpicados de sangue,</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;">sabor a <span style="color: red;">vermelho</span>
quente.</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">de língua. suave e húmida em </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">beijo<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">no<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">céu<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">da<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">boca</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: large;">ou</span><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;"> simples aflorar. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">perfume de lágrima.</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;">seiva ardente.</span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">fechada a boca cativa do gostar.</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> parado o corpo. numa angústia de cor antiga.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier;">brilho de iris incandescente __________________</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">tranco-me
por dentro numa tentativa de não. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">filamento em<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">corrente de ouro.</span> <span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;"><i><b>sou lua</b></i>.</span> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;">sou tua. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Sou<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>fuga <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>e<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>solidão.</b></span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">reconheces-me [N]a pele firme onde te demoras</span>. <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">recantos
perdidos ou engolidos pela pressa de prazer. </span><b>dar e receber.</b> <span style="font-family: Montserrat;">música clássica,
canção de_Verão. cântico, afinação. </span>
<span style="font-family: Ubuntu;">velocidade, perdição.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> anjo caído. amor erguido no cálice, em oração.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">flutuante o meu coração vadio.</span> <b>jamais vazio</b>. <span style="font-family: courier;">por vezes</span> [de]
<span style="font-family: courier;">frio.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">
e ____________ ainda<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> és</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;"> rio do meu [a]mar.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Montserrat; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p>AnaMar (pseudónimo)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353929471697649701noreply@blogger.com4