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informações ninaaraujopoesia@gmail.comNina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-52752062919490155782014-08-28T15:03:00.000-07:002014-08-28T15:03:02.889-07:00Desconecto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nomeio a náusea dos tolos</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">a raiz dessa fossilidade</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">repare a tenacidade</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">com que se afastam de si mesmos</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">veja como encobrem os sonhos</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">com tiros dados a esmo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">repare o plug da alma</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">que vasta desconexão</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">dão plantas com pés de nada</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">e quem semeou suas mudas</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">fez-se Judas da própria sorte</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">infeliz com o que quis</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> um coração sem ter norte</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">na voracidade da noite</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">e os lábios frouxos</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">o que era bom ruiu ontem</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">tão farto ...tão incipiente</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">e agora Narciso chora</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">como um paparazzi inocente.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">clicando a fome da lua</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">no close das modernidades</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">vai beijar qualquer boca crua</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">pelo fluxo de qualquer verdade</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">mas tu Brutus...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">dirás por onde anda o amor?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">(A essência do ser multifacetado?)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">Ah, virou um torpor</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">com o perfil retocado</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">na prateleira do shopping</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">ele é mais um "serial kisses"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">perdido... perdido...perdido...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.60000228881836px;">e fotografado!</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Metade de minha alma<br />é vegetação absurda<br />onde os teus olhos<br />colherão minhas mudas<br /><br />Metade de minha alma<br />é cataclismo<br />onde as tuas mãos<br />farão abalos sísmicos<br /><br />E decerto sei o que o amor dirá :<br />vejam que ali mora um par<br />que alimenta a fome<br />no manto da vida<br /><br /><br /><br />Nina Araújo.</span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-79306900305180535282011-05-27T09:05:00.001-07:002011-05-27T09:06:47.109-07:00FIO D'ÁGUA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1j4iibI_14/Td_L_eMWMtI/AAAAAAAAA5A/aFFMxxuiO6w/s1600/FIO%2BD%2560%25C3%2581GUA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1j4iibI_14/Td_L_eMWMtI/AAAAAAAAA5A/aFFMxxuiO6w/s320/FIO%2BD%2560%25C3%2581GUA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611427952023974610" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">nosso amor era um rio<br />onde o curso foi desviado<br />deixaram um braço traquino<br />de riacho desamparado<br /><br />com a vazão reduzida<br />e a força toda espalhada<br />enfraqueceu no desvio<br />virou fio de córrego morto<br /><br />desde então fez outro rumo<br />tanto aprendeu com as pedras<br />que agora seu nome é porto.<br /><br /><br /><br />Nina Araújo<br /><br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-50570946737961570722011-05-25T09:06:00.001-07:002011-05-25T09:07:17.868-07:00BRASA PALAVRA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjTPJJ44jQY/Td0pHVBFqZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_R9YHX9aLgE/s1600/palavras%2B%25281%2529BOCA%2BDA%2BPALAVRA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjTPJJ44jQY/Td0pHVBFqZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_R9YHX9aLgE/s320/palavras%2B%25281%2529BOCA%2BDA%2BPALAVRA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610685916651039122" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Viva<br />a idade<br />da pedra<br />pirógrafo<br />riolito!<br /><br />Brasa<br />palavra<br />solo<br />imagem<br />mito!<br /><br />Narciso<br />sibila<br />o frágil<br />algoz<br />da fama.<br /><br />E a tua foz<br />verte<br />a trama<br />enquanto<br />seduz<br /><br />o palhaço<br />no circo...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nina Araújo<br /><br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-23727679368882479092011-05-20T15:57:00.001-07:002011-05-20T15:58:12.141-07:00A AUSÊNCIA DELE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq3hxBf2PqU/Tdbx7iTV96I/AAAAAAAAA4A/3Uo4fLTHNng/s1600/Saudades.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq3hxBf2PqU/Tdbx7iTV96I/AAAAAAAAA4A/3Uo4fLTHNng/s320/Saudades.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608936391059044258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">O ânimo dela parecia o de Callas,<br />e a rua toda assentia,<br />o aspecto era de Diva,<br />cantando as auroras da via.<br /><br />Mas o que se vê agora,<br />nenhum caos ousaria.<br />Pálida, ela passa anônima,<br />com o indefectível: - bom dia!<br /><br />Há dois meses ele foi embora,<br />deixando a pasta na guarida.<br /><br />Desde então, os carros zoam,<br />os moleques customizam,<br />o velho que vira novo.<br /><br />O odor dele ruiu na sala, <br />com a tampa da loção partida,<br />mas ela espera por outra cara,<br />com a voz de uma nova vida ..<br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO.<br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-20229027674120856662011-05-18T15:33:00.001-07:002011-05-18T15:35:20.901-07:00A MANHÃ DO POEMA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpGkKNVpAgM/TdRJVnzR27I/AAAAAAAAA3w/BXFCPDNLM5A/s1600/poesiasavulsas.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpGkKNVpAgM/TdRJVnzR27I/AAAAAAAAA3w/BXFCPDNLM5A/s320/poesiasavulsas.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608188071793253298" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Amanhece,<br />tônus de tez fresca,<br />rosto sem esperas,<br />ou verdugos.<br /><br />E ninguém ouve os urros,<br />do ventre que vibra,<br />até o avesso,<br />para acordar um olhar !<br /><br />Amanhece,<br />entre as frisas dos poros.<br />e em que pese a pausa,<br />de palma e poema, <br />na voz delirante,<br />do inquilino a bisbilhotar...<br /><br />A vida valsa com o verso arfante,<br />e invade um coração para morar !<br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO<br /><br /><br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-58379326291143901272011-05-14T05:47:00.001-07:002011-05-14T05:48:51.410-07:00QUEM DISSE ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9d6f2U0vxUQ/Tc5573jHy0I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/fajonKBJoCo/s1600/cao-rezando.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9d6f2U0vxUQ/Tc5573jHy0I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/fajonKBJoCo/s320/cao-rezando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606552655553350466" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Quando o vento se prender na corda,<br />a moda não se renovar,<br />o homem rasgar dinheiro,<br />o corrupto se assustar...<br /> <br />Quando o tempo estiver sem domínio,<br />e a mão de Deus se fechar,<br />o ouro deixar de ser nobre,<br />o mote se desmontar...<br /> <br />É que reza de menino não importa,<br />e um cão não sabe rezar...<br /> <br /> <br />NINA ARAÚJO<br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-37697753645200437582011-05-12T12:01:00.000-07:002011-05-13T15:24:10.427-07:00TRANSLÚCIDO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk76k3BCoZw/TcwujB8UNtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/WyENlaU9d7k/s1600/TRANSLUCIDO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk76k3BCoZw/TcwujB8UNtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/WyENlaU9d7k/s320/TRANSLUCIDO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605906815521142482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Que mal há,<br />em mirar-te,<br />assim de soslaio,<br />translúcido poema?<br /><br />Eu que , por desdém,<br />nem te quis comprar...<br /><br />Possibilito então, <br />um adendo, o mote sutil ,<br />e depois...<br /><br />Não seja ateu<br />o meu olhar!<br /><br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO<br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-56880558796074759362011-05-11T13:15:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:41:47.552-07:00O BAILE DAS BORBOLETAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aqWY5jcadI/TcruiJCm0MI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cPJ51msIwyc/s1600/borboletas%2Bbailando%2Bno%2Bar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aqWY5jcadI/TcruiJCm0MI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cPJ51msIwyc/s320/borboletas%2Bbailando%2Bno%2Bar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605554956525818050" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Ô menino, o descampado<br />onde pousa a borboleta,<br />foi frutuoso e encorpado,<br />enfeitava esse planeta.<br /><br />Hoje sem o viço do rio,<br />que rodeava seus cantos,<br />parece um desvario,<br />sem capim...sem encanto !<br /><br />Ai, do velho balanço,<br />envolto de borboletas,<br />e pintores riscando as barquetas,<br />que emolduravam os quadros.<br /><br />Por aqui jazem as flores,<br />esgarçadas pelo lixo,<br />e os pássaros sofrem de longe,<br />na estocada do guincho.<br /><br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO <br /><br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-25181433313988734822011-05-03T06:14:00.001-07:002011-05-05T16:45:39.752-07:00SUNSHINE POENTE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYzYidHUqE8/Tb__-sqPkjI/AAAAAAAAA18/aBz-CQ2xpAQ/s1600/SUNSHINE%2BPOENTE.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYzYidHUqE8/Tb__-sqPkjI/AAAAAAAAA18/aBz-CQ2xpAQ/s320/SUNSHINE%2BPOENTE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602477914077499954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Há um instante,<br />eu lhe disse,<br />que bastaria<br />triscar o sobrolho,<br />e emudecer a alma,<br />inchada de sal.<br /><br />Que mezzo soprano,<br />não cantaria,<br />nem mímico ou palhaço,<br />traduziria igual,<br /><br />Esse átimo de excelência,<br />que troca a roupa do sol.<br /><br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO</span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-45436950774190298172011-05-02T14:36:00.001-07:002011-05-09T11:27:55.169-07:00ESQUILOS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaSxWEXQtWI/Tb8kENnXMpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/mkTypVCiBVc/s1600/esquilos.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaSxWEXQtWI/Tb8kENnXMpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/mkTypVCiBVc/s320/esquilos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602236116265022098" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Senti tua rubra passada ali,<br />All Start contemplando os esquilos.<br />que a tarde galgou inocente.<br /><br />A sombra expandida dos teus cabelos,<br />atiçou a minha lente.<br /><br />Senti a penumbra das copas,<br />lembrei dos dedos talhando emoções..<br />O canivete suiço, e dois corações,<br />que sequer se ligam mais.<br /><br />e então..<br /><br />Senti a minha paz <br />e o meu olho virou árvore<br />que devora vulto.<br /><br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO</span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-4490565273755160232011-05-01T15:13:00.001-07:002011-05-01T15:20:17.874-07:00HALO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PbE61p4kMn4/Tb3bNyzYWKI/AAAAAAAAA1U/c5Gywxu98to/s1600/HALO.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PbE61p4kMn4/Tb3bNyzYWKI/AAAAAAAAA1U/c5Gywxu98to/s320/HALO.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601874541540825250" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Pinga a mina do olho,<br />mas a dama diz,<br />que é birra de cebola...<br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO<br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-24728154641967993642011-04-30T13:54:00.001-07:002011-04-30T13:56:19.302-07:00IRRESISTÍVEL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOAogsIJpLY/Tbx3OsMcYkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/08Ux_U42WPA/s1600/IRRESIST%25C3%258DVEL.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOAogsIJpLY/Tbx3OsMcYkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/08Ux_U42WPA/s320/IRRESIST%25C3%258DVEL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601483130807280194" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Ouso tatear a tua carne.<br />Verbete ordinário !<br />Nos rastros da minha boca.<br /><br />Toda vez digo o contrário,<br />mas, na hora do ensaio,<br />até a razão fica môuca.<br /><br />Difícil é ver este corpo,<br />entre os vincos da tua calça,<br />e essa vontade louca.<br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO<br /><br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-8807429474223100302011-04-29T16:27:00.001-07:002011-04-29T16:32:14.293-07:00COME COME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StIBh2LPPlk/TbtJi8-dyDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/itXWf_J0Z2c/s1600/COME%2BCOME.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StIBh2LPPlk/TbtJi8-dyDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/itXWf_J0Z2c/s320/COME%2BCOME.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601151426397849650" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Repare no infiéis,<br />que cospem na alegria,<br /><br />e engessam o pôr do sol,<br />na estupidez do dia,<br /><br />E na busca da porfia,<br />perdem os louros adiante,<br /><br />no consumismo feroz,<br />da emoção delirante.<br /><br />Repare nos seus semblantes,<br />que babam aos tropicões,<br /><br />e as solidões multicores,<br />na frota das compulsões,<br /><br />afagando o ego inflado,<br />nos carrosséis marcados,<br />pelos frutos das ilusões !<br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO<br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-15222419459949782362011-04-29T16:25:00.001-07:002011-04-29T16:27:19.351-07:00PAIXÃO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4v-RV6YkSY/TbtJJQ5gDII/AAAAAAAAA0k/0K75nygLo-U/s1600/paixao01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4v-RV6YkSY/TbtJJQ5gDII/AAAAAAAAA0k/0K75nygLo-U/s320/paixao01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601150985069137026" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Colarei o teu poema,<br />como visgo de jaca,<br />húmus e natureza,<br />senha e teorema,<br />aura e cor turquesa,<br />cama e pele desnuda,<br /><br />Ah,será um Deus nos acuda !<br /><br />Este flerte de estrelas,<br />nossas águas de corredeira,<br />e a minha vontade impura,<br />na mágica voz do Logos.<br />Tu ! Minha criatura....<br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-74123891653182312912011-04-29T16:23:00.001-07:002011-04-29T16:24:53.589-07:00NA PROSA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGyHtStAht0/TbtIlIRYhPI/AAAAAAAAA0c/SJXUhKX6BZc/s1600/O%2BGOZO.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGyHtStAht0/TbtIlIRYhPI/AAAAAAAAA0c/SJXUhKX6BZc/s320/O%2BGOZO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601150364278097138" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Não te levo a sério,<br />com as mangas pomposas. <br /><br />E gosto de ver-te,<br />bastarda,<br />entre as rosas.<br /><br />Pois se nenhum verniz,<br />veste de aristrocacias,<br />essa prosa.<br /><br />É no descompromisso,<br />que a minha rima goza...<br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130242065171268439.post-74979822115713128632011-04-26T17:20:00.001-07:002011-04-26T17:56:51.861-07:00XODÓ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PrV8gnJ87g/TbdheN1IxCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/zqE-jYvLTwY/s1600/coracao_partido-asfalto.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PrV8gnJ87g/TbdheN1IxCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/zqE-jYvLTwY/s320/coracao_partido-asfalto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600051833395004450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">O maior rebuliço da terra,<br />é o olho prenhe dela,<br />quando o breu traz a saudade.<br /><br />Céu e mar fazem esgrima,<br />a alegria põe uma grade,<br />por pura infelicidade.<br /><br />Lá do quarto ela chora,<br />e molha o dia de ir embora,<br />pensando por onde, <br />ele também chora...<br /><br />Sem demora, faz a mala,<br />reúne a roupa e treina a fala,<br />decide ir atrás do vento,<br />(talvez sua voz implore !)<br />para o seu xodó voltar!<br /><br /><br /><br />NINA ARAÚJO<br /></span>Nina Araújohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02041039055090993779noreply@blogger.com0