tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85911820244858336522024-02-19T04:19:05.785-08:00LITERATURA PRA VAL(ER)Este é um espaço dedicado à Literatura em todas as suas vertentes. Da popular à culta, tanto leitor leigo quanto o especializado poderá se deleitar com indicações de livros, resenhas, notícias de publicações, de autores, poemas meus, textos críticos meus, enfim, um espaço onde manteremos conversa de nos encher os olhos da alma.VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-71668573421079481112015-08-04T13:03:00.002-07:002015-08-04T13:03:43.945-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-31236823469448244242015-03-12T06:47:00.000-07:002015-03-12T06:47:32.472-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Refiz meus caminhos</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">observando a vida das rosas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">e o brotar dos espinhos,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">o voo dos pássaros</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">e o seu pouso</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">nos cactos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">da minha infância.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Tinha pedra,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">espinhos,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">folhas mortas pelo chão</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">e a fome de chegar</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(sem feridas)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">ao começo da estrada.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(Valdenides - 12.03.15)</span></div>
VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-8094934563640336322014-05-29T04:42:00.000-07:002014-05-29T04:42:30.922-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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AMOR NATURAL<br />
<br />
Na calada da noite<br />
eu, fada<br />
tu, duende<br />
a (a)guardarmos<br />
a floresta de nossos sonhos.<br />
<br />
E muda<br />
e deusa<br />
e intensa,<br />
uma sombra se interpõe<br />
entre o portal<br />
que tu guardas<br />
(para que meus sonhos entrem em alvoroço)<br />
e o que eu guardo<br />
(para que tua razão me acorde)<br />
(Valdenides Cabral)VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-49121199589546350972014-05-29T04:33:00.000-07:002014-05-29T04:33:07.706-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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DECIFRA-ME<br />
<br />
Vou me despir<br />
deste corpo poeta<br />
e viver<br />
o que me resta<br />
como se a vida fosse<br />
essa tal festa.<br />
<br />
Vou vestir<br />
a minha alma poesia<br />
e viver<br />
a mais louca fantasia<br />
de, sendo una,<br />
ser dupla.<br />
(Valdenides Cabral)VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-83584563320603970302014-02-03T06:37:00.000-08:002014-02-03T06:37:01.943-08:00DOAÇÃO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Tudo o que o tempo me deu,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>dou-te em dobro:</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>de raízes</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>e seivas</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>e sumos</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>a essência </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>e o poder</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>de ser.</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Simplesmente.</i></b></span><br />
<br />VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-54481893862525871072014-02-03T06:28:00.002-08:002014-02-03T06:28:51.403-08:00OBSERVAÇÃO ÍNTIMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>OBSERVAÇÃO ÍNTIMA</b><br />
<br />
Deixei o nosso amor<br />
na correnteza<br />
e ele tomou o rumo<br />
do precipício<br />
que, desde o início,<br />
eu adivinhara.<br />
Espargiu pelas corredeiras,<br />
tomou o rumo do mar,<br />
salgou minha alma<br />
e arrebatou-me às profundezas,<br />
arrebentou-me<br />
nos arrecifes de corais,<br />
cobriu-me de sargaços.<br />
Agora,<br />
concha ferida<br />
a gestar uma pérola negra<br />
para o futuro.VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-84520855881809022142013-09-09T11:17:00.000-07:002013-09-09T11:17:29.133-07:00LABORElabore o poema<br />
e, dentro dele,<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WTqoUkR3Q-vFXVHkKRjo25lKfuA1PsUnMiNpSjw64FtZ1B3H8jpYIGCy9H1q7a_860ZcC5u__pvzlq6VOexpMavtGH5pky34043Zdp02jeVgvRA2D-c7IhIjYGbzJElvDNlYioiyZEcf/s1600/S%C3%A3o+Jo%C3%A3o+Gabinete+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WTqoUkR3Q-vFXVHkKRjo25lKfuA1PsUnMiNpSjw64FtZ1B3H8jpYIGCy9H1q7a_860ZcC5u__pvzlq6VOexpMavtGH5pky34043Zdp02jeVgvRA2D-c7IhIjYGbzJElvDNlYioiyZEcf/s320/S%C3%A3o+Jo%C3%A3o+Gabinete+004.JPG" width="320" /></a>a elaborada poesia<br />
distende-se<br />
na lapidação<br />
da palavra<br />
ou das palavras<br />
experimentadas,<br />
degustadas,<br />
como se sabor tivessem.<br />
Palavras condimentadas<br />
por dedo de moça<br />
do reino<br />
fidalga,<br />
luna.<br />
Luna de mis noches blancas.VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-52616858367396128522013-06-14T03:59:00.001-07:002013-06-14T03:59:40.719-07:00SINFONIA PARA VAGABUNDOS: Livro imperdível de Raimundo Carrero<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt 106.3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Inclinai
amada ó amada minha os teus ouvidos para escutar dos meus lábios palavras doces
sussurros espelhos d’água enquanto os habitantes perguntam que tipo de aroma é
aquele que se levanta nas ruas garanto-te ó amada minha é o meu perfume
escorrendo pelas calçadas porque a tua carne convoca o meu perfume e preciso
estar quieto para amparar-me na tua primavera amada minha ó minha amada. (p.
135)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-36248965538222794452013-02-22T08:42:00.005-08:002013-02-22T08:42:55.608-08:00ACALANTO ZILIANONo dia em que me perdi no mar<br />
virei estrela.<br />
E fui concha<br />
habitei corais.<br />
<br />
Água viva<br />
boiando<br />
na luminescência<br />
das ondas perdida<br />
já(z)<br />
sem vida<br />
entre a espuma<br />
e a areia<br />
para virar<br />
ser<br />
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eia!VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-18250471073158920412013-01-31T07:01:00.000-08:002013-02-22T08:44:13.838-08:00RELEITURA POÉTICA DO MEU LIVRO PONTOS DE PASSAGEM, POR CHICO MORAIS<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; line-height: 115%;">...E SABES UM SABER TÃO
TEU,</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[4]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[5]">TÃO
COSTURADO EM PONTOS DE PASSAGEM,</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[6]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[7]">QUE
TE AVENTURAS A BORDAR A PRÓPRIA ALMA</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[8]" />
<br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[0]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3]"><span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[1]">NAS
TECITURAS INQUIETAS DA LINGUAGEM.</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[2]" />
<br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[3]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[4]">E
DÁS O PONTO NA MEDIDA EXATA</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[5]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[6]">DO
MISTÉRIO QUE SE ESCONDE PELO AVESSO,</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[7]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[8]">DE
FORMA QUE, AO LER, SÓ TENHO ACESSO,</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[9]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[10]">À
PARTE EXTERNA DA COSTURA QUE RETEÇO.</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[11]" />
<br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[12]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[13]">NOS
MEANDROS CURVILÍNEOS DAS IMAGENS</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[14]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[15]">QUE
AS PALAVRAS POETISAM E INSINUAM,</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[16]" />
<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[17]">TE
VEJO EM TRÂNSITO, NAS ESTRADAS, COSTURANDO</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[18]" />
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AS MÁQUINAS DOS VEÍCULOS QUE, ANDANDO,</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[20]" />
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A LINHA DAS COSTURAS QUE SÃO TUAS.</span><br id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[22]" />
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<span id=".reactRoot[114].[1][2][1]{comment573369626025352_1867788}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[24]">Chico
Morais</span></span>, 30 de janeiro de 2013</span></div>
VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-68199491927556717492012-09-17T12:52:00.001-07:002012-09-17T12:52:46.828-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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E esta imensa prisão de concreto<br />
circundada por pontes<br />
viadutos<br />
túneis<br />
favelas<br />
violentada<br />
violentando o espaço<br />
das minhas retinas<br />
infatigáveis.VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-26711815939887511732012-09-17T12:33:00.000-07:002012-09-17T12:33:36.366-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Recife expõe seus músculos<br />
e me impõe seus nervos.<br />
Enerva-me.<br />
Entre o assombro<br />
e o maravilhamento<br />
sigo<br />
por entre escombros de vidas<br />
e matérias inertes.<br />
Recife<br />
é o meu espanto<br />
e o meu tormento.VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-63169624677151863522012-02-03T11:33:00.000-08:002012-02-03T11:33:14.560-08:00ENCANTADA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwrRgIDbHDBAkpB5Gy6aQXNSR7ucR25046W1O8hEPsoJ0r0d16XNymIf5fUgl9B41PYCJ-UTMtvgFpWRc-awJxqGHEp9vsIr3fLzuKIuOx5Kya7QLp8rESXUY-BS5QUgT_WzKQMNsdCqx/s1600/Afrodite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwrRgIDbHDBAkpB5Gy6aQXNSR7ucR25046W1O8hEPsoJ0r0d16XNymIf5fUgl9B41PYCJ-UTMtvgFpWRc-awJxqGHEp9vsIr3fLzuKIuOx5Kya7QLp8rESXUY-BS5QUgT_WzKQMNsdCqx/s320/Afrodite.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Eis-me</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>vestida de festa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>e em festa</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>para vos mostrar que o céu</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>se forma do sorriso</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>que você me dá</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>da mão que você me estende</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>do amor que resolvemos sorver.</b></span>VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-69798980730017454462011-12-13T06:56:00.000-08:002011-12-13T06:56:05.064-08:00FILOSOFIA DE VIDA<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Istmo, sim,</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>ilha nunca.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Mar nenhum</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>me suplanta.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Entre a água</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>e a terra</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>prefiro o roçar da
areia</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>subir penhascos.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Meus horizontes são
feitos de serras</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>montes, nunca vales.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Mesmo tendo nascido </b></span></div>
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cacimba</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>e dos riachos</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>foram os cascalhos</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>que marcaram meus
pés.</b></span></div>VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-85826350104704884232011-10-27T11:15:00.000-07:002011-10-27T11:15:27.840-07:00TRÊS LIVROS DE POETISAS POTIGUARES, INDICOPara leitura fundamental de poesia em terras nossas:<br />
Milagreira, de Iara Maria Carvalho<br />
Outônicas, de Maria José Gomes<br />
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Canções de Abril, de Rizolete Fernandes<br />
Três poetisas que deixam<br />
os seus próprios traços<br />
nos traços da poesia que escrevem.VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-60057911264377654252011-10-27T11:01:00.000-07:002012-09-17T12:34:32.969-07:00PESSOANAAgora que fecho meus olhos<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpGqkn3RlzS4hKB9JzdO8Cs45BUM-LRGiTdMSdr9p2_JRJ5U7Hscfaa3t5XC0NjC6UCwf60HxHtr140tQIoI-duw4a3QF-unvbs1ot4tlhrroKpMgKCwTEjYnsSQaQqICv_BYGYSJG8rO/s1600/pessoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpGqkn3RlzS4hKB9JzdO8Cs45BUM-LRGiTdMSdr9p2_JRJ5U7Hscfaa3t5XC0NjC6UCwf60HxHtr140tQIoI-duw4a3QF-unvbs1ot4tlhrroKpMgKCwTEjYnsSQaQqICv_BYGYSJG8rO/s400/pessoa.jpg" width="300" /></a>direi que sou outra<br />
a escrever a dor<br />
que deveras<br />
não sinto<br />
posto que tenho em mim<br />
o Amor oni<br />
presente,<br />
ciente,<br />
potente,<br />
a me preencher a vida.<br />
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<br />VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-47855273121050386412011-10-27T10:53:00.000-07:002011-10-27T10:53:09.546-07:00O POEMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">O Poema,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">esta ilha cercada de signos.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">A Poesia,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">este mar que o cerca,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">este céu que o cobre,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">e este abismo no qual nos abismamos.</span>VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-70077155779021706172011-10-27T10:48:00.000-07:002011-10-27T10:49:40.390-07:00REFRATÁRIOSe sou<br />
toda vaidade,<br />
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se me pinto<br />
a boca<br />
os olhos<br />
a face,<br />
se me penteio<br />
com a languidez da sereia,<br />
por que o espelho<br />
não me reflete?VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-66697115886282119932011-08-15T05:45:00.000-07:002011-08-15T05:45:30.357-07:00CONVITE PARA O LANÇAMENTO DO MEU LIVRO DE POESIAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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o lançamento do livro de poesias da Profa. Valdenides.<br />
Local: Auditório do Campus<br />
dia: 26 de agosto , às 19;30<br />
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VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-4379824845873858122011-06-27T17:08:00.000-07:002011-06-27T17:08:54.495-07:00Histórias mal contadas das terras de Mericó: AMOR EM TEMPOS DE SECASeca de setenta. Aquele foi...<a href="http://historias-de-merico.blogspot.com/2011/06/numero-2.html?spref=bl">Histórias mal contadas das terras de Mericó: AMOR EM TEMPOS DE SECA<br />Seca de setenta. Aquele foi...</a>: "AMOR EM TEMPOS DE SECA Seca de setenta. Aquele foi um tempo difícil para Mericó. Os derredores da vila transformaram-se num vasto tapete ac..."VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-79470662546798922872011-05-27T12:20:00.000-07:002011-05-27T12:20:23.351-07:00HERANÇAPor isso estou aqui<br />
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lavrando<br />
meu corpo<br />
nas pedras da terra que me viu crescer<br />
- escrita rupestre -<br />
dando conta de minha própria arqueologia.<br />
<br />VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-42203000160679646432011-05-27T12:03:00.000-07:002011-05-27T12:03:28.660-07:00SENTIDO ANTI-HORÁRIO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Yls2yUxklLj2yYtLfFtzH96CqYQZk4L-A2aOq7nMEMLno7AyH6IMjwYNHo3mClMfK_yQ8RPid3EGYUw0Cpi31OT-XhGUFVupNcVkUqw_UrrhrYGa-hrKAAma9NMRXB9Qd3fMXf4LGqkg/s1600/foto0518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Yls2yUxklLj2yYtLfFtzH96CqYQZk4L-A2aOq7nMEMLno7AyH6IMjwYNHo3mClMfK_yQ8RPid3EGYUw0Cpi31OT-XhGUFVupNcVkUqw_UrrhrYGa-hrKAAma9NMRXB9Qd3fMXf4LGqkg/s320/foto0518.jpg" width="320" /></a>Mergulhada na solidão de mim mesma<br />
inverto o relógio.<br />
É madrugada<br />
e nem parece que anoiteceu.<br />
O sol no meio.<br />
Sempre o sol<br />
a girar em torno de meu corpo<br />
e a criar sombras imaginárias na minha alma.<br />
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<br />VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-73615953425900090052011-03-24T12:09:00.000-07:002011-03-24T12:09:04.887-07:00AMANHÃ<div style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">
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<b>Amanhã,</b></div>
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<b>quando acordar</b></div>
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<b>e o mundo lá fora</b></div>
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<b>puder ser visto </b></div>
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<b>com os olhos de minha alma,</b></div>
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<b>serei arrebatada</b></div>
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<b>por um beija-flor,</b></div>
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<b>uma flor,</b></div>
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<b>um beijo.</b></div>
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<b>Amanhã será o sinal</b></div>
<b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="color: red;">de que o amor amanhecerá.</span></b>VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591182024485833652.post-64519150136412470072011-02-14T15:22:00.000-08:002011-02-14T15:22:32.282-08:00REINCIDENTEEis-me<br />
pelo mesmo caminho de pedra<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvMY5wuNik13XEmxgpD1zltwIhdYsc4WEJ_UaSN7Mv31LJezcFwmyhri8CrBJnWmJVtKs2j9XQVsRsYYBRc3bQREcsMYbDZFJWozblB1Scu3LN7ecCwxVIl19wi9Xib6i_tbajeWkHnhs/s1600/gravat%25C3%25A1+055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvMY5wuNik13XEmxgpD1zltwIhdYsc4WEJ_UaSN7Mv31LJezcFwmyhri8CrBJnWmJVtKs2j9XQVsRsYYBRc3bQREcsMYbDZFJWozblB1Scu3LN7ecCwxVIl19wi9Xib6i_tbajeWkHnhs/s320/gravat%25C3%25A1+055.jpg" width="320" /></a>dia após dia<br />
ano após ano,<br />
incansável,<br />
ouvindo sonhos e pesadelos<br />
sentido a pele do outro,<br />
do desconhecido,<br />
do que me estende a mão<br />
do que nem o nome sei.<br />
Eis-me<br />
firme, intrépida,<br />
desafiando meus medos,<br />
humanizando-me.VALDENIDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677122117899166070noreply@blogger.com2