tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40346001691651499702023-11-16T08:24:28.262-04:00IMAGENS E LETRASEdson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-39510205192669021632017-08-26T13:25:00.001-04:002017-08-26T13:25:18.033-04:00retornando...<div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-82514304396767480082010-04-12T03:08:00.003-04:002010-04-17T04:38:01.371-04:00ATENÇÃO !PARA VER MAIS POESIAS<br />
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"2009" PARA OUTRAS MAIS.<div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-80125421964289801092010-04-10T00:16:00.000-04:002010-04-10T00:16:05.978-04:00RESPEITÁVEL PÚBLICO !...<div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> Edson Carlos Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Se a vida é pão e circo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou mais circo do que pão.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou palhaço, trapezista,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou o mágico, o artista,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou herói e sou vilão...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Domador de contratempos,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Ritmista e equilibrista,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Faço rir, faço chorar.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sob a lona do universo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Me apresento em prosa e verso,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Aos aplausos do sonhar...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>O parco pão eu divido,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Com selvagens animais,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E se no trapézio vacilo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Batem palmas, querem mais...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Se provoco poucos risos</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Ou , na corda eu oscilar,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Não há truques ou magia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Nem platéia, nem coxia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Pro meu show continuar.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Mesmo só no picadeiro,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Me entrego por inteiro,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>No show que a vida escreveu... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Tem meu jeito, minha cara,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Show que é vida e que não pára,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Onde o espetáculo, sou eu!...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Quando parar o relógio do meu tempo, terei deixado apenas letras interrompidas, do muito que queria, ainda, escrever...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>O outono terá terminado e sua última folha descansará sobre meus versos...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Se me for dado um último desejo, pediria que meus rabiscos se tornassem um candeeiro a iluminar caminhos dos românticos e solitários do amor...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que minha poesia percorresse o mundo, traduzida em linguagem de paz, amor e fraternidade...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E que você guardasse os poemas que minh'alma escreveu, nas madrugadas vazias, sob a neblina da saudade.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Cuando pare el reloj de mi tiempo, habré dejado sólo letras interrumpidas, del mucho que quería, todavía, escribir...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>El otoño habrá terminado y su última hoja descansará sobre mis versos...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Si me fuere dado un último deseo, pediría que mís escritos se volviesen un lucero para iluminar caminos de los románticos y solitarios del amor...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Qué mi poesía recorriese el mundo, traducida en lenguaje de paz, amor y fraternidad...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Y que tu guardase los poemas que mi alma escribió, en las madrugadas vacías, bajo la neblina de la añoranza.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Nenhum ser humano sabe os seus segredos...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Só o mar vem buscar seus recados, cujo destinatário</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>parece responder, enviando carícias na brisa que sopra seus cabelos.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Logo, o sol deixará um último beijo em sua face e dará lugar ao luar...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>E o luar trará, talvez, a poesia que espera ouvir no marulhar das mansas ondas</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>que lambem as pedras, deixando marcas que só ela sabe traduzir...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>E o oceano entoará uma suave melodia em parceria com o vento...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>E então, finalmente, só ela percebrá no horizonte prateado </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>a imagem do poeta que partiu, um dia...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Edson Carlos Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Campo Grande Ms</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-65919743986679666612010-04-09T23:42:00.000-04:002010-04-09T23:42:21.632-04:00NO OUTONO DA VIDA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy81tVUX0XcGdbGPSXRjf7Ur_Ec7aJLxwcvW0_js7HwKrKfoO9lTQh0_xIkoZUIZ_bjqdUMFdLAsHRjHj7CTyC9BG65NlAZwGEoMccqiU5BwhoSYRDI_cboSQ8q00ZuTh6J1qoVK-1c9jr/s1600/!cid_7C5773C6D38E460298FE9C32AD6F1230%40reportur.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy81tVUX0XcGdbGPSXRjf7Ur_Ec7aJLxwcvW0_js7HwKrKfoO9lTQh0_xIkoZUIZ_bjqdUMFdLAsHRjHj7CTyC9BG65NlAZwGEoMccqiU5BwhoSYRDI_cboSQ8q00ZuTh6J1qoVK-1c9jr/s320/!cid_7C5773C6D38E460298FE9C32AD6F1230%40reportur.gif" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>NO OUTONO DA VIDA...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> Edson Carlos Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Antes que chegue o inverno</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E nos cubra em brancas plumagens,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vivamos o outono da vida,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>A recordar primaveras floridas</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E dos mornos verões as imagens. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E a brisa, que sopra tangendo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Traz no ar melodias saudosas,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E as folhas flutuam em lembranças</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>De uma vida em mares de rosas.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Nossas mãos já marcadas no tempo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Se entrelaçam em ternura e carinho,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E, em silêncio, nossos pensamentos</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Se encontram no mesmo caminho.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>De um desejo fazemos segredo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Só a Ele ousamos pedir...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que juntos, sem dúvida ou medo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Desejamos juntinhos partir...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Melancólico, vago, </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vaga valsa vazia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vadiamente baldia.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vestindo anatomia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vou vagar na magia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Valer-me da acefalia.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vencer barreiras fictícias,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Varrer a monotonia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Viajar na alquimia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vacante da egolatria...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vou fazer a travessia</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E encontrar-te,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Nesse dia...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Melancólico, vago </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Plaza vals vacía</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vadiamente baldía</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vistiendo anatomía</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Voy a vagar en la magia</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Valerme de la acefalia</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vencer barreras ficticias</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Barrer la monotonía</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Viajar en la alquimia</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vacante de la egolatria...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Voy a hacer la travesía</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Y encontrarte</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>En ese día.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-25291037370333566802010-04-09T23:23:00.002-04:002010-04-17T04:02:13.461-04:00QUANDO O POETA SE CALA...<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpy6JLp1RQR1-bBOp4L56Lf_DbfvgHEcq2isCplGgdK7iRucYA2EfvdYgIt_slXEWy19wEwlSYGMTIMY365HGJPrQrTk_eQ05RwTXhnQYLMyfojQ90ijZN4SC8kUyVApF4BFgVxNEC3Mn/s1600/0+9+00homem_triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpy6JLp1RQR1-bBOp4L56Lf_DbfvgHEcq2isCplGgdK7iRucYA2EfvdYgIt_slXEWy19wEwlSYGMTIMY365HGJPrQrTk_eQ05RwTXhnQYLMyfojQ90ijZN4SC8kUyVApF4BFgVxNEC3Mn/s320/0+9+00homem_triste.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Há algo mais que poesia no ar...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Algo vindo de alguém,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que do poema vai além,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E faz o poeta chorar...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E em pensamentos controversos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ele se perde nos versos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nas imagens e na canção...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sentindo em tal mensagem,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">O sabor de uma viagem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pelas raias da paixão.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E se cala em devaneios,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sem rimas e sem floreios,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sentindo a alma iluminada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Por uma luz envolvente,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que focaliza somente,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A imagem de sua amada...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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Hay algo más que poesía en el aire...<br />
algo proveniente de alguien,<br />
que del poema va más adelante,<br />
y hace al poeta llorar...<br />
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Y en pensamientos discutibles,<br />
él se pierde en los versos,<br />
en las imágenes y en la canción...<br />
sintiendo en tal mensaje,<br />
el sabor de un viaje<br />
por las rayas de la pasión.<br />
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Y se calla en devaneos,<br />
sin rimas y sin floreos<br />
sintiendo el alma iluminada<br />
por una luz envolvente,<br />
que focaliza solamente,<br />
la imagen de su amada...<br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-64424229828389105542010-04-09T22:49:00.000-04:002010-04-09T22:49:36.937-04:00DEVANEIO POÉTICO<div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hoje, viajei de verso em verso,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Fiz poema controverso, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Num mundo de fantasia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Vaguei no infinito universo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E não fiz nenhum progresso,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No processo da poesia...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Faltou expressar o sentimento,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Revelar o meu momento,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que é real, sem ilusão.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Percorrer os caminhos da verdade,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Versejar a realidade,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que é você, minha paixão...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Em volta de minha alma, um vazio...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Um nada sem oásis, sem finito,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Um céu que não se vê, não se contempla,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Um silêncio sem o eco do meu grito...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>O sol se alia ao vento </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E me castigam.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Na pele sinto a morte bafejar.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Eu sigo... Tenho Alá como amigo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Com Ele chegarei</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>A algum lugar.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E lá, talvez atrás daquelas dunas,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Se torne a miragem realidade,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Terei então, finalmente, te encontrado,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Além deste deserto da saudade.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Oásis que será então meu pouso,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Repouso de minha alma e meu viver.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E dele serás sempre a rainha,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E eu, serei teu rei, até morrer...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Qui est cette femme ?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Será o vulto do meu sonho interrompido?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Um delírio de meu coração solitário?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Se for real, onde andará</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Voilá!...C'est toi ! </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Celle qui habite mes vers</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Et sera réalité dans mes bras...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-72398168892509421182010-04-09T22:19:00.000-04:002010-04-09T22:19:56.331-04:00RETRATO DE PALHAÇO<div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ele fez das desilusões a estrutura, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dos dissabores a lona desbotada.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cercou-se num picadeiro de tristeza,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E encenou a comédia inacabada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Do desencanto, com amores e paixões,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sentindo-se no circo do abandono,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Palhaço das perdidas ilusões!...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Série Gotas </div><div style="text-align: center;">Edson Carlos Contar</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-3953993593870098602010-04-09T20:13:00.000-04:002010-04-09T20:13:26.344-04:00<div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-JIYpf0ZUGrCIvaOEegRS4oSZNqEy7DsdH8-EicsRTcw5H5DI05ja5v5mGm88gzyN-TLvs0CbPhccm18pX0eWa0EozJvG7xnGfjOhdQQs6KeuXglZF1zEQHEdFXMS8li14RIorXZ8m6k/s1600/!cid_34E859A2E4354C1CA220F9E98DE0E6C0%40usuario280baae.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-JIYpf0ZUGrCIvaOEegRS4oSZNqEy7DsdH8-EicsRTcw5H5DI05ja5v5mGm88gzyN-TLvs0CbPhccm18pX0eWa0EozJvG7xnGfjOhdQQs6KeuXglZF1zEQHEdFXMS8li14RIorXZ8m6k/s320/!cid_34E859A2E4354C1CA220F9E98DE0E6C0%40usuario280baae.gif" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>PRESENÇA EFÊMERA</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em> Edson Carlos Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Quando o sol banhar teu corpo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Serei eu a cobrir-te em cálidos beijos de amor...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Se buscares a sombra,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Terás no vento minhas carícias...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Se a chuva cair e molhar teu chão,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Serão lágrimas de minha saudade...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>E, cada flor que desabrochar em teu jardim,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Um verso a mais, no meu poema de amor por ti...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Pois que, sois musa...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Uma das muitas que meu coração volúvel</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>elege a cada instante</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-52739923791290474662010-04-09T19:55:00.000-04:002010-04-09T19:55:59.935-04:00<div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmt2VcNxaf2JLnkHEwXbULnvjG2UWxVEyi1jyv6C-sJ-kvCRsSVl4qFhTgmXOrSjVMxgJJPGhsQkPbAXGxA-zCoBnYoYVc9d5C9D54uYOa53cHkAX4RiGBiRszdP492kr9aXr-2tYZplC9/s1600/76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmt2VcNxaf2JLnkHEwXbULnvjG2UWxVEyi1jyv6C-sJ-kvCRsSVl4qFhTgmXOrSjVMxgJJPGhsQkPbAXGxA-zCoBnYoYVc9d5C9D54uYOa53cHkAX4RiGBiRszdP492kr9aXr-2tYZplC9/s320/76.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>NO ETER</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Recolhe no éter a mensagem que o vento</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>roubou de minha alma !</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Era um segredo meu...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Agora, saberás do meu amor contido.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Edson C Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>curtas/2010</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-61431232506122564792010-04-09T04:42:00.000-04:002010-04-09T04:42:22.916-04:00RETICÊNCIAS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em></em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MImIONYiwWbHZSW7LtuhPCSUuXBK5U5gOn4D1nlqePPq-2cVxg9OlsrKaV4nXMUMHUHMVy3-BDMqjO4uolAmfw7Ipq9bJqTuyOs07Rt4bKWtXVGqUx6Gh725d43MK-DxozOkoaI2zasP/s1600/!cid_329E878758434CA4B2DB98B85B6840A5%40reportur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MImIONYiwWbHZSW7LtuhPCSUuXBK5U5gOn4D1nlqePPq-2cVxg9OlsrKaV4nXMUMHUHMVy3-BDMqjO4uolAmfw7Ipq9bJqTuyOs07Rt4bKWtXVGqUx6Gh725d43MK-DxozOkoaI2zasP/s320/!cid_329E878758434CA4B2DB98B85B6840A5%40reportur.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Não há mais o que pedir, nem esperar...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Há apenas um suspiro a revelar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que morre aos poucos o meu nada,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Do tudo que tive e perdi...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-64616674479862954262010-04-09T04:35:00.000-04:002010-04-09T04:35:27.456-04:00MEDO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeKeWBmmqtcIo3BMGXlH4dGLKhNmCuduKq-Tbz3oQV8kVmmf8Oq9vrOP5sdKJKsQhXD0n_kga40Xdt9ZuYSnT0Gj-A9sN7jzHPeFkMfYDR0pTOsSX_akQ0b9qJBiNapwnylyEkLvVlOzl/s1600/!cid_000e01cad4a6%2489b1f000%240601010a%40d0b9e77d59c54b4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeKeWBmmqtcIo3BMGXlH4dGLKhNmCuduKq-Tbz3oQV8kVmmf8Oq9vrOP5sdKJKsQhXD0n_kga40Xdt9ZuYSnT0Gj-A9sN7jzHPeFkMfYDR0pTOsSX_akQ0b9qJBiNapwnylyEkLvVlOzl/s320/!cid_000e01cad4a6%2489b1f000%240601010a%40d0b9e77d59c54b4.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>MEDO</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em> Edson Carlos Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prometi fazer versos por ti.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Tive medo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Não os escrevi...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prometi cantar em serenata</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>O amor que sinto...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Perdi a voz,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Tive medo, consinto.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prometi </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>ser teu amor por todo o sempre.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Tive medo...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Parti.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>E agora, longe e solitário,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Grito reclamando tua presença,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Meu canto é triste, rouco, desafinado.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Escrevo versos que não chegam a tí...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Tenho medo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>E por ter medo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Te perdi...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-66380069170471902782010-04-09T04:25:00.000-04:002010-04-09T04:25:58.170-04:00SÓ MAIS UM DIA...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMkFK5800hta-j-hrFRpkem9tiaj5OWjmDBsInoJ6MfGYJsobTkUwTSc0uZdb9jXtAQJNqbzYS8xVOmFxQKToKBe_TUOdr1GSS1yJIfnIFNVdBnJu10F96jMS1i6Q_oSPP1InFZnfLzjw/s1600/760ED9E9-DEFF-42D4-AFCB-6D115DB7E27B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMkFK5800hta-j-hrFRpkem9tiaj5OWjmDBsInoJ6MfGYJsobTkUwTSc0uZdb9jXtAQJNqbzYS8xVOmFxQKToKBe_TUOdr1GSS1yJIfnIFNVdBnJu10F96jMS1i6Q_oSPP1InFZnfLzjw/s320/760ED9E9-DEFF-42D4-AFCB-6D115DB7E27B.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para minha querida mãe, ausente...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Só mais um dia...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Era tudo o que eu queria,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para dizer o que sinto...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dizer o "te amo" guardado</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar-te o beijo negado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Enquanto estive a teu lado</div><div style="text-align: center;">O que, só hoje, consinto.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar-te o abraço, o afago,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te olhar nos olhos cansados,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Penetrar em tua alma pura,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fazer-te uma última jura,</div><div style="text-align: center;">De não esquecer-te, jamais!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adormecer em teu colo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deixar que me afagues os cabelos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sonhar com a Virgem Maria,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que me concedeu o milagre,</div><div style="text-align: center;">De ter-te comigo...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mais este dia.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tua bênção, mãe querida!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-16889403025468071992010-04-09T04:16:00.000-04:002010-04-09T04:16:48.312-04:00HERANÇA<div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXq3RIDqB1C6ItpLzaEHL6pdytg7vPjxRhclk22s7NyN374yRnlnNVo3I932LAbuskpy1WjVAySk_6PftppuRxuRKrsuhM7Ql0eAMnUzvYGCB1PirktgItUgrJ5mdGn6Rc8RSkMhZGdrJ/s1600/40746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXq3RIDqB1C6ItpLzaEHL6pdytg7vPjxRhclk22s7NyN374yRnlnNVo3I932LAbuskpy1WjVAySk_6PftppuRxuRKrsuhM7Ql0eAMnUzvYGCB1PirktgItUgrJ5mdGn6Rc8RSkMhZGdrJ/s320/40746.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Herança</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Juntei cifras e palavras</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Das melodias que cantei.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Guardei versos de poesias</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Que um dia imaginei.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Reuni letras e figuras</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>De um livro que não publiquei.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Fiz de tudo um só arquivo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>E num baú eu deixei...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Tomara Deus chegue o dia, </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Que alguém encontre ao acaso</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Meus sonhos ali guardados.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>E faça um lindo romance</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Que o mundo inteiro alcance</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>E chegue aos enamorados.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Se perguntarem do autor,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Digam que foi um qualquer...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Mas tudo que está escrito,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>No amarelado papel,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>São relíquias de um grande amor,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Herança de uma mulher. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>ARPEJO DA SAUDADE</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em> Edson Carlos Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Espanto a saudade, meu sofrer, meu espinho,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>No arpejar delicado de uma linda canção.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>E você vem...Vem chegando, mansinho,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>E a minha desdita se faz emoção...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Y sueño encontrarte en realidad</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Con la misma emoción</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>De los tiempos de ayer</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Te quiero con alma</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Con toda pasión</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Pues eres mi vida</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Mi cielo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Y mi ser...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>E sigo cantando</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Tentando acordar-te</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Do sono que um dia</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>refúgio se fez,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Do meu abandono</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Do meu gesto ingrato,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Da minha loucura,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Minha insensatez...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>En Dios espero</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Que un dia te llegue </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Mi arrepentimiento</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>y mi emoción...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Y seas entonces</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Otra vez mi amada,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Y me des como regalo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Tu amor, tu perdón !</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-21138021759648667532010-04-09T04:02:00.001-04:002010-04-17T04:24:19.524-04:00ANJO DEVASSO<div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfPZ3dsFvGDvtJ5UnD-mHlX9uLtP3fnBKwew8IzWNfsYnGGw-jgZdoP34YPemg5fAL6ZcBk10KlpVvSTd0bhlGIMJ8j2IpNr7qcTOr8bcfxAsENLukUDN0pdfBxDdgThwH_BGdPSi5i3Q/s1600/!cid_47D6B12AB7014C198F9ADDA9F3815D8D%40reportur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfPZ3dsFvGDvtJ5UnD-mHlX9uLtP3fnBKwew8IzWNfsYnGGw-jgZdoP34YPemg5fAL6ZcBk10KlpVvSTd0bhlGIMJ8j2IpNr7qcTOr8bcfxAsENLukUDN0pdfBxDdgThwH_BGdPSi5i3Q/s320/!cid_47D6B12AB7014C198F9ADDA9F3815D8D%40reportur.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Anjo Devasso</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> Edson C Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou teu anjo, teu caminho,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Teu carinho e proteção.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou errante, inconstante,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou partida, sou a volta,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E na volta, sou pecado,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou amado, sou paixão...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Se ausente, sou saudade,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Se presente, realidade,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que se faz em mil desejos...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E no sabor da vontade,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Por te amar assim verdade,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Vivo a cobrir-te de beijos...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Não sou mais só um caminho,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou também um descaminho,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Um querubim pecador...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que ao encontrar-te no ninho,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Faz um primeiro carinho,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E torna-se o Anjo do Amor...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E ao perder-me na paixão,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Esqueço minha missão,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E em humano me faço...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Busco a seiva em teu regaço,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Pois sou carne e coração,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Tornei-me um ANJO DEVASSO!...</em></span><br />
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<em>ÀNGEL PERVERSO</em></span><br />
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Soy tu ángel, tu camino,<br />
Tu cariño y protección.<br />
Soy errante, inconstante,<br />
Soy partida, soy la vuelta,<br />
Y a la vuelta, soy pecado,<br />
Soy amado, soy pasión...<br />
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Se ausente, soy añoranza,<br />
Se presencia, realidad,<br />
Qué se hace en mil deseos...<br />
Y en el sabor de la ganas,<br />
Por amarte así verdad,<br />
Vivo a cubrirte de besos...<br />
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No soy más sólo un camino,<br />
Soy también tu perdición,<br />
Un querubín pecador...<br />
Qué al encontrarte en el nido,<br />
Hace un primer cariño,<br />
Y se vuelve el Ángel del Amor...<br />
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Y al perderme en la pasión,<br />
Olvido mi misión,<br />
Y en humano me hago...<br />
Busco la savia en tu regazo,<br />
Pues soy carne y corazón,<br />
Me volví un ÁNGEL PERVERSO!...<br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-40275103955152097772010-04-09T03:55:00.001-04:002010-04-18T01:01:29.374-04:00ANJO MULHER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWlcLaOd15WIUxlyLQyJMCvclGT0SXPd9uo-zQqdi9Wrf3z29ftehI3MO5X5O_ZdVE97j40vTyvx5D7Q4XIxOj9SoeAHV5a37DCbd-aRfJSkOH7GsWdKmuKStPe21UCS4yeP0XlSvdxXI/s1600/!cid_2331D161873749D7921431D4B0F517CC%40reportur.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWlcLaOd15WIUxlyLQyJMCvclGT0SXPd9uo-zQqdi9Wrf3z29ftehI3MO5X5O_ZdVE97j40vTyvx5D7Q4XIxOj9SoeAHV5a37DCbd-aRfJSkOH7GsWdKmuKStPe21UCS4yeP0XlSvdxXI/s320/!cid_2331D161873749D7921431D4B0F517CC%40reportur.gif" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>ANJO MULHER</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> Edson C Contar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Abandona a ilusão, a inocência,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Entrega-te aos profanos sentimentos,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Transforma tuas asas em amarras</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E apega-te a vida um momento...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Pois que anjo vieste por acaso... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Tens no sangue o pecado a latejar, </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Tens na face a imagem da volúpia</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E a tentação se desenha em teu andar...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Despe tuas asas e entrega ao poeta</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>O segredo da paixão que tens guardada...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que ele paire no enlevo da poesia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Imaginando-te por ele apaixonada...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Pois só poetas tem o dom, o privilégio</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>De um anjo mulher </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>A proteger sua caminhada. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">-0-</span><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">direitos reservados</div>Edson C Contarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025704502162982521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034600169165149970.post-56915477575076082472010-04-09T03:48:00.000-04:002010-04-09T03:48:07.019-04:00A FACE DA MINHA SOLIDÃO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRUMBlETaP1jhyY3p0wohCcHFU2PiHMHum9AwmoBmXQAfKwbaTGyQq2YQl0GG51xR_QAC08SURkHs2xjhseU0iITt4inES2tg1t7XD05ru2iN4b6K5WNROdJaN1b4jB9kRxJXsG3fRRDt/s1600/AFONSO~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRUMBlETaP1jhyY3p0wohCcHFU2PiHMHum9AwmoBmXQAfKwbaTGyQq2YQl0GG51xR_QAC08SURkHs2xjhseU0iITt4inES2tg1t7XD05ru2iN4b6K5WNROdJaN1b4jB9kRxJXsG3fRRDt/s320/AFONSO~1.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Face da minha Solidão</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em></em></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Edson C Contar</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Quando retorno ao meu <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>aconchego</em></span></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Ela me espera no portão,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Me abraça e me beija...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E entramos em nosso mundo silencioso</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sem contrastes, sem discórdias,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sem contratempos, sem medos...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Há entre nós um diálogo mudo,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Uma parceria de tema e concordância</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Um acordo mútuo de inicio e fim</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Um pacto de vida e alegria,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>De pecado e perdão</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Ela é linda e feliz</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Tem segredos como os meus</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Canta minhas músicas</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Declama meus versos</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Lê para mim, </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>chamando o sono que me descansa...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E adormece comigo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Em meus sonhos vazios.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Deixa que eu cante,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sem regras, sem rimas,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sem ter com palavras,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A menor preocupação.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Deixa que eu faça,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Em letras pequeninas,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Minha simples seresta,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">doce canção...</span></em></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que na letra que eu faço,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Não se prenda o espaço,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nem cadência ou harmonia,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No grafar a melodia...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que a minha partitura</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Seja o teu coração,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E nele fique gravada,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Para ser sempre lembrada,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cada nota cantada,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Por corais em tom paixão...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E quero ser o maestro,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A conduzir esse canto,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A reger teu encanto,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que se fez em melodia.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E em envolvente ardor,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que no mundo todo ecoe,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">E no universo ressoe,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Minha canção de amor...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Eis que bate a tua janela um mensageiro</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E traz consigo uma flor inesperada...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que te destina um menestrel apaixonado,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Por quem voce também se diz apaixonada...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E pela fresta da janela entreaberta,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>O vento traz uma canção desesperada.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>É o menestrel que canta triste, lá de longe,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E vem no sonho te buscar na madrugada...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sinta o perfume desta rosa oferecida,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Ouça a canção cujo motivo é saudade,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Deixa a janela entreaberta toda a vida...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Guarda esta flor,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que é meu amor,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Na eternidade....</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Não gosto da morte que leva poetas...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>É egoismo dos anjos, quererem para si os bardos que aliviam tantas dores e sofrimentos na terra, despertam amores, cantam belezas e enfeitam em flores o cenário da vida.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Resta-nos o consolo de saber que o poeta parte mas deixa gravados os versos que não se apagam com o tempo.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Estes sim, são imortais!!!...Ficam nos livros, nas flores e na melodia do vento a sussurar canções de amor...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Um poeta partiu!... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Hoje tem sarau no céu...Aqui, um momento de silêncio e saudade...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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