tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55086009107850439822024-02-20T06:33:01.410-03:00Pedro Du Bois - PoemasPedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.comBlogger3619125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-1647843779077081062021-03-09T15:18:00.002-03:002021-03-09T15:18:18.485-03:00Modus vivendi<p> Nascimento, em:</p><p><a href="http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/03/nascimento_1">http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/03/nascimento_1</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-82602784880362655622021-03-09T11:04:00.000-03:002021-06-01T03:45:43.895-03:00FIDELIDADE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_eq98TUuHcHVxX_OJbEx9os6xkjGlwDb-7A9BrqU61tjUwEmanA2VhQHrfZHRGyUmNkDYnvTKJavkCXrEZHed7hDlykWWBKLAclQZpcU-pWsmi1gKSiACxsW8hh55BFy86hiS8LxaPs/s839/23102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_eq98TUuHcHVxX_OJbEx9os6xkjGlwDb-7A9BrqU61tjUwEmanA2VhQHrfZHRGyUmNkDYnvTKJavkCXrEZHed7hDlykWWBKLAclQZpcU-pWsmi1gKSiACxsW8hh55BFy86hiS8LxaPs/s320/23102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">A fidelidade demonstrada</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">na traição imprevista:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>diferenciação da
imagem</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>translúcida do
oponente</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">o recorrente raciocínio</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ilógico das correntes</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">prendem o instante</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">permanece fiel a quem contempla</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">e na infidelidade trai</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>o objeto </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>da sentença</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ser fiel é padecer no todo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">o fragmento.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-18023805141135065412021-03-07T11:33:00.002-03:002021-06-01T04:36:00.048-03:00RUÍDOS<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3B5oYNmbrwOStMDy1OF8-c67DX_V5Cb_9up3tjJ6u9M2eC7SuIz-7jADGVmuq128XYvPXv6qky6WC9cL_iKg0Q5xtxNriKVdxrkQImNo6veTgCYHDgHYfghRGcpc3SZWpk3GQ6A1KDcI/s839/22102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3B5oYNmbrwOStMDy1OF8-c67DX_V5Cb_9up3tjJ6u9M2eC7SuIz-7jADGVmuq128XYvPXv6qky6WC9cL_iKg0Q5xtxNriKVdxrkQImNo6veTgCYHDgHYfghRGcpc3SZWpk3GQ6A1KDcI/s320/22102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Coleto ruídos</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ensurdeço</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">em prateleiras altas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">e gavetas cheias</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ruídos são provas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">da vida: essência</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">antagônica do desdito</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">rugem feras</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">engaioladas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">soam sirenes</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">explodem fogos</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">surgem em espaçados</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ventos os ares represados</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ruídos indicam a passagem</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>e o silêncio.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-64648342170146606832021-03-05T18:20:00.001-03:002021-06-01T03:40:09.862-03:00HABITADO<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1ph_TTtIHNH9UtIBRwMHAvekJXT1eeasRaMMU3B1xsw_yHHYHn0bIeIZC69CBkf1wgobAHq4rV2dYppNv0iPUX-nzFcABjOFxExY6FUlBmyTK8OOqIips1V8vRt_ZZJWxL0F6EYm7sM/s839/21102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1ph_TTtIHNH9UtIBRwMHAvekJXT1eeasRaMMU3B1xsw_yHHYHn0bIeIZC69CBkf1wgobAHq4rV2dYppNv0iPUX-nzFcABjOFxExY6FUlBmyTK8OOqIips1V8vRt_ZZJWxL0F6EYm7sM/s320/21102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Não habito</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">meus fantasmas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>escondidos em armários</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>com portas
e chaves</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">habito o desconhecido</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">álibi em criminosas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">cenas e me afasto</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">na chegada da polícia</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">habito o hálito inconfundível</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">do demônio e o histrionismo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">do ator entre cenas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>habito
o espaço</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>das
paixões</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>arvoradas: assobio.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-72945487647056674932021-03-03T21:07:00.000-03:002021-06-01T04:40:52.744-03:00NASCIMENTO<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvqi1XGn0cnrSrZRd5OFd3f7knv1PNxfwTdrUJu7XPeu_E7ElaH6lL4xekCrZasFgIsGghd-zqm6vZ-ALdr2Ca1O8VdVOhG_wRhyMdRfX21QF1aYjN8QWzVYTJ27PQ-LZALbUuYNgbrM/s839/20102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvqi1XGn0cnrSrZRd5OFd3f7knv1PNxfwTdrUJu7XPeu_E7ElaH6lL4xekCrZasFgIsGghd-zqm6vZ-ALdr2Ca1O8VdVOhG_wRhyMdRfX21QF1aYjN8QWzVYTJ27PQ-LZALbUuYNgbrM/s320/20102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Vida prévia: a sensação</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">de plenitude nos movimentos</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>repetidos: o som</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>do líquido contra</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a
parede: o contato</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>físico desconhece</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a
existência de barreiras</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a vida em
filas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>diárias de nascimentos</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>o ponto separa o corpo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>do
corpo: isola os seres</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>e faz se reencontrarem</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>em separações</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>repetidas: de
dentro para fora</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>do corpo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>da casa</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>da vida.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="font-size: small;"><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="font-size: small;">(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-67969536421970245572021-03-02T16:05:00.004-03:002021-03-02T16:05:39.536-03:00Modus vivendi<p> meu desenho, em:</p><p><a href="http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/03/pedro_du_bois_5">http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/03/pedro_du_bois_5</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Finitude, em:</p><p><a href="http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/03/finitude">http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/03/finitude</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-13545952515990371482021-03-02T16:03:00.004-03:002021-03-02T16:03:56.496-03:00TriploV INFO<p> Finitude, em:</p><p><a href="https://triplovinfo.wordpress.com/2021/03/02/poema-72/">https://triplovinfo.wordpress.com/2021/03/02/poema-72/</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-2218464106167923162021-03-01T15:09:00.003-03:002021-06-01T04:27:12.333-03:00FINITUDE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwcr1LVTFagzXY3zJn7AyJMSmIZgq-MKOTrWDfaE3VwaMujjaEDAyb4Ahnz2IDl29wyZSH1wOhHhzMPHeO_LFi-YG_O56329SxKfTaj0ncdUDNMGERhiKz1HpTDT_U7j6LJiZp0INzdgw/s839/19102018.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwcr1LVTFagzXY3zJn7AyJMSmIZgq-MKOTrWDfaE3VwaMujjaEDAyb4Ahnz2IDl29wyZSH1wOhHhzMPHeO_LFi-YG_O56329SxKfTaj0ncdUDNMGERhiKz1HpTDT_U7j6LJiZp0INzdgw/s320/19102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Na finitude dos sentimentos</p><p class="MsoNormal">a hora</p><p class="MsoNormal">é o travo: o desânimo</p><p class="MsoNormal">em razões submerge</p><p class="MsoNormal">a lágrima</p><p class="MsoNormal">entremeada ao olho</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">(a música cessa</p><p class="MsoNormal"> a palavra cala)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">o grito esteriliza</p><p class="MsoNormal">o gesto: assusta</p><p class="MsoNormal">o pássaro</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">(os olhos se fecham</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>em lembranças).</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-67058807616773313242021-03-01T10:37:00.006-03:002021-06-01T04:10:56.431-03:00Revista Cerrado Cultural<p> Habitar, em:</p><p><a href="https://revistacerradocultural.blogspot.com/2021/03/habitar.html">https://revistacerradocultural.blogspot.com/2021/03/habitar.html</a><br /></p><p>Ninhos, em:</p><p><a href="https://revistacerradocultural.blogspot.com/2021/03/ninhos.html">https://revistacerradocultural.blogspot.com/2021/03/ninhos.html</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-25541457459993972522021-02-27T11:26:00.002-03:002021-02-27T11:26:20.467-03:00JOGOS<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouyinNSQbXqux3aogKFJjCkM1UG8X1rk6OaOHX-rE7Zt83jsI0iV_CvSpHdjxUSQWwVS3AccLB_AYzrjNBwX4mjojY_XZYxVMZ4Bn3nZj4MkRKFR1zVuccJXICEPq3IIZYgyl_JmAtZU/s839/18102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouyinNSQbXqux3aogKFJjCkM1UG8X1rk6OaOHX-rE7Zt83jsI0iV_CvSpHdjxUSQWwVS3AccLB_AYzrjNBwX4mjojY_XZYxVMZ4Bn3nZj4MkRKFR1zVuccJXICEPq3IIZYgyl_JmAtZU/s320/18102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">O jogo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ilude a racionalização</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">concreta de vivenciar</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o ato: o jogo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>transforma o ato</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>em fato desconstituído</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">na tarefa inconsequente dos extremos</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">traduzida em regras inviáveis</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">o caos decodificado</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">em fórmulas: a inviabilidade</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">da vida recolocada no gesto</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">alcançável da passagem</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">o jogo sobrevive em rústica</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ideia de domínio: o azar</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>e a sorte</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>confirmados.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-6318282998011004502021-02-26T17:13:00.001-03:002021-02-26T17:13:54.075-03:00DISCURSO<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HxXd4RTZWoOxCs4x6_N4y154aFgWbAsqPKtFvYaeub4mYSGZUuN_CAR4ZAFI3EqnKihPvhuW-8JeoarXy5OIavbxYKLtkFoxW_oC8d9pOVluOUeo_vw77IfPL-inyTCJdWVJzswKI0I/s839/17102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HxXd4RTZWoOxCs4x6_N4y154aFgWbAsqPKtFvYaeub4mYSGZUuN_CAR4ZAFI3EqnKihPvhuW-8JeoarXy5OIavbxYKLtkFoxW_oC8d9pOVluOUeo_vw77IfPL-inyTCJdWVJzswKI0I/s320/17102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">O discurso reafirma</p><p class="MsoNormal">a igualdade</p><p class="MsoNormal">na sobreposição</p><p class="MsoNormal">das imagens</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"> palavras são
uníssonas</p><p class="MsoNormal"> formas de
desigualdades</p><p class="MsoNormal"> conduzidas ao
termo</p><p class="MsoNormal"> comum das
necessidades</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">(o reconhecimento gera</p><p class="MsoNormal"> sorrisos: a criança</p><p class="MsoNormal"> balbucia o encontro)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">no tempo de agilidades</p><p class="MsoNormal">a palavra retorna ao eco</p><p class="MsoNormal">sinalizado nas pradarias</p><p>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"> como mero gesto</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>.</i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-76570564776066402442021-02-26T11:56:00.003-03:002021-02-26T11:56:23.325-03:00TriploV INFO<p> Derrotas e Vitórias, em:</p><p><a href="https://triplovinfo.wordpress.com/2021/02/26/poema-71/">https://triplovinfo.wordpress.com/2021/02/26/poema-71/</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-88148928165097630792021-02-24T13:46:00.001-03:002021-02-24T13:46:06.069-03:00DERROTAS E VITÓRIAS<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdYOBpfyf5mULOl9zQpkXYY3_d55_GwhHXtY020yZvSUg4ZvwYuMSXfClw3LwwwWegD14adqeYswPI8VviDsi2_YUPDAK2zylnk8rujn67Lgn4PjHkcDG5gWtVrvw6VuoN_SbNeB-kyg/s839/16102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdYOBpfyf5mULOl9zQpkXYY3_d55_GwhHXtY020yZvSUg4ZvwYuMSXfClw3LwwwWegD14adqeYswPI8VviDsi2_YUPDAK2zylnk8rujn67Lgn4PjHkcDG5gWtVrvw6VuoN_SbNeB-kyg/s320/16102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Derrota: estéril me
apresento</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">no isolamento da
palavra negada</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">aos afazeres: recolho
ideias</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">e as coloco sobre o
piso</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">sapateio até que
indeléveis</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">não sejam notadas: a
derrota </p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">iguala e no silêncio</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">traço despedidas: no
vento</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">em nuvens tenho o
desenlace.</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Derrotas não me ensinam</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">arbitram a vida e a
tornam imenso</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">vazio decorrido em
perdas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A vitória</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">seria a vida: o pulso
acelerado</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">diante da amada e na
certeza</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pulsam ideias indefinidas.</p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-77160946852986290992021-02-22T15:56:00.000-03:002021-02-22T15:56:13.551-03:00RECOMPENSA<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTKjLqYU2Rd5Xa0H18U8ekOOUn9cVc3jzQzf2DIhIbUAKF2B9RrQlMdh5uRlpuiiqf4tSjb6BfpUo9vCJA7aHTO_AGrmSUxUqEMWL2XAIK4P82JtOsuJ-l_dL_-2A4QBk-kZKWhqQ3CA/s839/15102018.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTKjLqYU2Rd5Xa0H18U8ekOOUn9cVc3jzQzf2DIhIbUAKF2B9RrQlMdh5uRlpuiiqf4tSjb6BfpUo9vCJA7aHTO_AGrmSUxUqEMWL2XAIK4P82JtOsuJ-l_dL_-2A4QBk-kZKWhqQ3CA/s320/15102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Pergunto pela recompensa</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">sou posto para fora</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">bicho enxotado</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">com a vassoura: varrido</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">do espaço na glória</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">imaginária</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">recompensa é recomeçar do nada</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">fechado em novas experiências</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">que a glória é o leme quebrado</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">durante a tempestade.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-32499603733043581912021-02-22T10:47:00.005-03:002021-02-22T10:47:33.301-03:00TriploV INFO<p> Habitar, em:</p><p><a href="https://triplovinfo.wordpress.com/2021/02/22/habitar/">https://triplovinfo.wordpress.com/2021/02/22/habitar/</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-33717161020528010642021-02-21T12:12:00.004-03:002021-02-21T12:12:26.370-03:00Modus vivendi<p> Luzes, em:</p><p><a href="http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/02/luzes_1">http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/02/luzes_1</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-64623274554529258582021-02-20T09:58:00.000-03:002021-02-20T09:58:33.479-03:00SER<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEagHCrXCi060gvIYCNS1cnKSqeOuS9lXbjVrx-LBfoU7MnOOfW0yFI9S0DG-MJYuEdYP6tR3OhFWaU7QeO3AVVEltlOP8XOZYkHFwgFOAeYlJkenTdqZXTamPU7tv9Q64zT2-ktYhZXo/s839/14102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEagHCrXCi060gvIYCNS1cnKSqeOuS9lXbjVrx-LBfoU7MnOOfW0yFI9S0DG-MJYuEdYP6tR3OhFWaU7QeO3AVVEltlOP8XOZYkHFwgFOAeYlJkenTdqZXTamPU7tv9Q64zT2-ktYhZXo/s320/14102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Destaco da vida</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">a sede</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sou: derramar</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o líquido</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sobrestar</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o dia</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de amanhã</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">usufruo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">do líquido: lavo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a
terra</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">sou a terra</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">alegada.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><a href="https://pedrodubois.blogspot.com/">https://pedrodubois.blogspot.com/</a><br /></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-54440591273513876162021-02-18T16:57:00.000-03:002021-02-18T16:57:00.053-03:00Modus vivendi<p> Habitar, em:</p><p><a href="http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/02/habitar_1">http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/02/habitar_1</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-15974780363451041652021-02-18T10:48:00.002-03:002021-02-18T10:48:33.275-03:00HABITAR<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyijKO2ghQMntxC4reMtpwoCXp_jxJDeoB_Eo7dPjNft1j6S3Bdqs9o2q8HB2s_vLnAF6TbyIK8lRgPZOziEJfPqKk_sOm5aYho-i9OJX3hGO_KG9Ir5YFi-qEL_xi69oU4nJ2IyDqi7w/s839/13102018.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyijKO2ghQMntxC4reMtpwoCXp_jxJDeoB_Eo7dPjNft1j6S3Bdqs9o2q8HB2s_vLnAF6TbyIK8lRgPZOziEJfPqKk_sOm5aYho-i9OJX3hGO_KG9Ir5YFi-qEL_xi69oU4nJ2IyDqi7w/s320/13102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Habito o extremo oposto ao gosto</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">reafirmo em palavras as sequências</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">retiro do verbo a ação: pacifico</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">os sentidos e ao mar lanço</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">resíduos materiais do sacrifício</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sou novamente o dia</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>ensolarado e a praia</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>desertificada dos amores</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>barcos retornam de
onde estou</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vazio em peixes e
tripulantes: habito</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>os fantasmas
alimentados em águas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>escorreitas em que mangues
secam</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>seus crustáceos:
nada faz o momento</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>no tormento de ser
presente: o relógio</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>martela o fundo da
existência</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>queria estar em outro lugar</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>mediano e em meridianos</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>encontrar os acertos</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>da viagem: paisagens</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>embaçam a vista.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-27948696958733094392021-02-16T14:46:00.000-03:002021-02-16T14:46:08.342-03:00LUZES<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09ZQWm4g59mhvTAkQNGqV6YMQqHxH_rENwx3TqdF8ZOnz9LbDgk-b2fyq2vUyIqAPQpjOFBP1xBT-BNF6poQ8Sc89xQxhmgLO2lkHXkZNZKYBy2-uOFI9n3WtvqYjavGY4fhxZhoJ0Y0/s839/12102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09ZQWm4g59mhvTAkQNGqV6YMQqHxH_rENwx3TqdF8ZOnz9LbDgk-b2fyq2vUyIqAPQpjOFBP1xBT-BNF6poQ8Sc89xQxhmgLO2lkHXkZNZKYBy2-uOFI9n3WtvqYjavGY4fhxZhoJ0Y0/s320/12102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Acendo a luz: ordinário cenário</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">decomposto no que reconheço: a incerteza</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">de estar em casa oferecida ao instante</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">despertado – minhas vozes silenciosas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">falam de outras cenas: retorno ao escuro </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">e penso na necessidade de me manter</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">em silêncio – as vozes alteram</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">a sequência e o inaudito acontecimento</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">vaga o espaço: entre ele e o meu corpo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">repousam histórias na oralidade.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Dispenso a coberta</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: right 218.0pt;">acomodo o corpo: durmo<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">no silenciar das vozes</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">e a escuridão me contempla.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-87408969609683576182021-02-14T15:49:00.000-03:002021-02-14T15:49:01.310-03:00EXIGÊNCIA<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5LflfbKOnSKt2m_GeOp5dO5a8YS4MxZyuxZ76keFDHa2JM7VIeYdzlGmUzTn7-zNKJmYh24XAgkrstyQxfvjf01oNNEHjYzics7ebVOezL-xTPK0RJk78MwpZ0HNQF2rSMMiGU66LSpU/s839/11102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5LflfbKOnSKt2m_GeOp5dO5a8YS4MxZyuxZ76keFDHa2JM7VIeYdzlGmUzTn7-zNKJmYh24XAgkrstyQxfvjf01oNNEHjYzics7ebVOezL-xTPK0RJk78MwpZ0HNQF2rSMMiGU66LSpU/s320/11102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Exijo o prêmio</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">e quebro o troféu:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">sou na derrota</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">a vida percorrida</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">em ultrapassagens</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">na perdição de datas</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>futuras: fatura</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>entregue
à previdência</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>que me
falta</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">exijo o prêmio e quebro o troféu</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">consentido no velho descalabro</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">em mim percorrido.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><a href="https://pedrodubois.blogspot.com/">https://pedrodubois.blogspot.com/</a><br /></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-6314734575214043252021-02-12T18:34:00.002-03:002021-02-12T18:34:17.502-03:00ABRIR A PORTA<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jO6utWA5EoWUi9Qd7tXX4560At3tcHeJ6fVGVmI-Qa68Xvc8UGnNHNe3g2mobUUaVP3MStVnYo8lJ2OZy5HwK8QY6rTRNGyW7S5OKD9rkLPhC9XBkbffWW4IzWNoKgB7XUJUKtXVN00/s839/10102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jO6utWA5EoWUi9Qd7tXX4560At3tcHeJ6fVGVmI-Qa68Xvc8UGnNHNe3g2mobUUaVP3MStVnYo8lJ2OZy5HwK8QY6rTRNGyW7S5OKD9rkLPhC9XBkbffWW4IzWNoKgB7XUJUKtXVN00/s320/10102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Abro a porta: o tiro alcança o corpo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">e a fuga se atém</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ao gesto de desalento: você pergunta</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">o que faço. Escrevo: o vento</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">agita o papel em branco: abro </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">a porta e fito o desenlace: não sair</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">é o primeiro exemplo de coragem</p><p class="MsoNormal">: ir embora a covardia: largar o nada</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> pelas beiradas e o deixar em poucos</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">momentos: abro o instante e me instalo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">atrás da porta aberta (ao poeta cabem</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">desvarios por onde transitam espaços)</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">procuro me defender da ofensa anterior</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">aceito o desafio e abro a porta </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">e o disparo me destaca.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-53023304075840992912021-02-10T16:33:00.002-03:002021-02-10T16:33:14.476-03:00Modus vivendi<p> Fim de caso, em:</p><p><a href="http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/02/fim_de_caso">http://amata.anaroque.com/arquivo/2021/02/fim_de_caso</a><br /></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-23397398791033396312021-02-10T13:51:00.001-03:002021-02-10T13:51:14.336-03:00CONSEGUIR<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDhW6kF2VeLnDaryHqWxVqn0kX8nMW3gjQ7PvkwHtJvj4ntwG_JzksdheyElPiMXnU-_GigECaVLqy-LmGhcjuhnVCgMZb8CZifxtwvFem-VC4e4w_nh0jV_134bdyrRZXcP8qUMmmAY/s839/09102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDhW6kF2VeLnDaryHqWxVqn0kX8nMW3gjQ7PvkwHtJvj4ntwG_JzksdheyElPiMXnU-_GigECaVLqy-LmGhcjuhnVCgMZb8CZifxtwvFem-VC4e4w_nh0jV_134bdyrRZXcP8qUMmmAY/s320/09102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> </p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Não consigo</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">vencer as virtudes e
me jogar no erro</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">meus preceitos
resistem às brigas </p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">e as correntes se conservam
em elos:</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">melhor sair de
bicicleta</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">e pedalar </p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">contra o trânsito</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">(outros bebem da
garrafa</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">o gole e sopram suas
fumaças)</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">com certeza a estrada
aberta</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">na minha passagem
seria</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">a primeira via.</p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508600910785043982.post-65091783894576827662021-02-08T09:42:00.003-03:002021-02-08T09:42:24.300-03:00 MALDADE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8tQeUno1yIdbd_kPSAJmyjWGltgcypuJ6KzwE9O7uK0y3yof4afXymCrGnjPPEnq6qdKkSTbFQH1lk9nAcwT9Y4zlOsO9KuqqiE5WOdW8xKHyvjpMOJAQZQLk2MNjBdRVrZmXAGXuVU/s839/08102018.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8tQeUno1yIdbd_kPSAJmyjWGltgcypuJ6KzwE9O7uK0y3yof4afXymCrGnjPPEnq6qdKkSTbFQH1lk9nAcwT9Y4zlOsO9KuqqiE5WOdW8xKHyvjpMOJAQZQLk2MNjBdRVrZmXAGXuVU/s320/08102018.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">O estereótipo</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">escraviza a ruindade</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">na escura água que contém</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">o germe em que se perde</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">– o naufrágio contamina</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> o espumado instante</span> –</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">a maldade cristaliza os seres</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">em medidas usurpadas aos </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">desesperados: a imobilidade</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>falseia
a eternidade</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>(ao longe corpos se movimentam</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>em sentidos aleatórios: a ruindade</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>escorre o visco)</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">o dia antecipado em difusa</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">luz sabe do cansaço.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Pedro Du Bois, inédito)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></p><br /><p></p>Pedro Du Boishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04627439761424875646noreply@blogger.com0