tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21429391808721934822024-03-12T18:42:44.886-07:00Quase láDonanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-12771259885338938382011-04-27T14:17:00.000-07:002011-04-27T14:18:43.919-07:00Quase reza<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnHFfDA00zmh2HmorCShhhMxujxrmO5SjPeXxyu1ZhG3yFuUPRa8QEocP_cssxloVKvA3Ml1NzkN_NqMuOo3IdMLIR5E-NOQ9Ef4_EPHotHf4uw1EHFxTcc-r-yhecpTIVL715hCOT1jj/s1600/5c39bdfad54287332de6a9b8825459aa63913ad5_m.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600375556490473490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnHFfDA00zmh2HmorCShhhMxujxrmO5SjPeXxyu1ZhG3yFuUPRa8QEocP_cssxloVKvA3Ml1NzkN_NqMuOo3IdMLIR5E-NOQ9Ef4_EPHotHf4uw1EHFxTcc-r-yhecpTIVL715hCOT1jj/s320/5c39bdfad54287332de6a9b8825459aa63913ad5_m.jpg" /></a> Espera por quem não vem,<br />almeja o que não tem,<br />quer ir, mas algo a detém.<br />Acomodação, amén.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-36235061692948674382011-04-20T14:45:00.000-07:002011-04-26T09:03:22.219-07:00Quase de volta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeEsNwKi0AGYFqX3X4Sfg37ld-otqK7zLIM1aBI8wM4QuRaAMMQbBAXbMAlEkhfGG3DJNH7vkAvF2DvUL-hVcaJkCM74U37tRsFjHYWlCTwtVTneXvg2cfTCLJQZrylhbiKS8mwnKEqrt/s1600/7cac55d6e3d908ce9174999928006ea8de44c475_m.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597785555982750658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeEsNwKi0AGYFqX3X4Sfg37ld-otqK7zLIM1aBI8wM4QuRaAMMQbBAXbMAlEkhfGG3DJNH7vkAvF2DvUL-hVcaJkCM74U37tRsFjHYWlCTwtVTneXvg2cfTCLJQZrylhbiKS8mwnKEqrt/s320/7cac55d6e3d908ce9174999928006ea8de44c475_m.jpg" /></a><br />Se alguém me lê, já sabe tudo.<br />Das minhas dores, dos meus anseios, minhas saudades.<br />O teclado, mudo, aceita o que vem.<br />Não tenho dúvidas: se há censura, ela também é toda minha.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-63674866387468845662010-12-16T12:43:00.000-08:002010-12-16T12:55:57.096-08:00Quase no limite<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42_UX0l_0glnfJ-EtfjJlaj5THbkNRLRoDyotJJXCkPwNAQ5eQJ52r27UlTg2bra4cI-GHP2zVpmvmRH6TJEidxMS0jqq-uXjC7EHARLELzAR0E2wT5cFFDDX6xEaujMvDqIxyNf89yBJ/s1600/sara_02.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551383799241748178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42_UX0l_0glnfJ-EtfjJlaj5THbkNRLRoDyotJJXCkPwNAQ5eQJ52r27UlTg2bra4cI-GHP2zVpmvmRH6TJEidxMS0jqq-uXjC7EHARLELzAR0E2wT5cFFDDX6xEaujMvDqIxyNf89yBJ/s320/sara_02.jpg" /></a><br /><div>No meio da festa, exausta, não sabe se vai conseguir.</div><div>Os pés doem, os olhos ardem, a garganta só quer tossir.</div><div>Bebe um gole, traga fundo, jejua como um faquir.</div><div>Mais uma noite perdida, mais um castelo a ruir.</div>Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-72725797392048284882010-12-14T10:04:00.000-08:002010-12-14T10:06:36.541-08:00Quase faxina<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIPi9q_gyGjcr-YfSsboRI3w78cYh7Z15CYLTnopN8YReNOHPtqiDint7jLAOmX5smJPIJWBnSiFEYsHhRzTkyKAncGrJCCN9jDr9kQ_poaApVIb7wpJf39-JNWe4Yg7YK24hO0NJLnHk/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550600607406735650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIPi9q_gyGjcr-YfSsboRI3w78cYh7Z15CYLTnopN8YReNOHPtqiDint7jLAOmX5smJPIJWBnSiFEYsHhRzTkyKAncGrJCCN9jDr9kQ_poaApVIb7wpJf39-JNWe4Yg7YK24hO0NJLnHk/s320/untitled.bmp" /></a><br /><div>Dispenso as inutilidades:</div><div>objetos empoeirados, vestidos apertados, rancores mofados.</div><div>Despida do que não me serve mais,</div><div>arejo a casa e afofo os sofás:</div><div>ainda há muitos capítulos à minha espera.</div>Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-83733674759734204842010-12-07T12:49:00.000-08:002010-12-14T09:37:19.242-08:00Quase libertação<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUN0iydxnktjAW4Nt0IabMyG9sYhKFwWUSa60yEZgILLUQGryl_KZaiPmiM55wWo5iZ5HKhtWTgr_tff7SFew2n0NlKYBcwdEVrn-1WvtRfHk4gO4C4inR6WBFmXvGMihTqD_hB3DYU-t1/s1600/shan-kelly.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548045585217852466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUN0iydxnktjAW4Nt0IabMyG9sYhKFwWUSa60yEZgILLUQGryl_KZaiPmiM55wWo5iZ5HKhtWTgr_tff7SFew2n0NlKYBcwdEVrn-1WvtRfHk4gO4C4inR6WBFmXvGMihTqD_hB3DYU-t1/s320/shan-kelly.jpg" /></a>Planos para o ano novo:<br />cortar a etiqueta que levo grudada ao corpo,<br />rasgar em mil pedaços o manual dos bons costumes<br />e encher meu prato de sabores proibidos.<br />Alguém está servido?Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-75065541839533972282010-12-03T10:13:00.000-08:002010-12-03T10:28:51.275-08:00Quase síntese<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkEmBn6tznfBBAtQKHqczyN3HfttF_HEZ8eBGGlvsgQTFun0iwN9ISN5kPiVBj8lYUZeK0jpx1aGHmncV7mjZFpg-lDUqo_MEtNDgCgm1TvjmZLS5h4kAoFhrfpybp45sPVgrZxSTaXW0/s1600/suy_01.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546521019493687618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkEmBn6tznfBBAtQKHqczyN3HfttF_HEZ8eBGGlvsgQTFun0iwN9ISN5kPiVBj8lYUZeK0jpx1aGHmncV7mjZFpg-lDUqo_MEtNDgCgm1TvjmZLS5h4kAoFhrfpybp45sPVgrZxSTaXW0/s320/suy_01.jpg" /></a> Não sou chegada a nostalgias,<br />mas também não faço planos pro futuro.<br />O tempo me prega peças, traiçoeiro,<br />e me mantém correndo atrás de algo que nem sei.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-70321767596589559542010-11-03T13:15:00.000-07:002010-11-03T13:24:40.615-07:00Quase fugaz<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsc9lKrkJIBzhkWJ04h3M8h7-CTrG3WoLAdsASvPj-J1Zt0e4tmmnDcsaln_-LKx_wdx3Balwp6xBvzs-gUVvWO-HEx9n4NNopEPfiRSI0D3F6V6uJenZLcw3XOdkZFkDH4ylg0cSNJQcv/s1600/46.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535420170299748082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsc9lKrkJIBzhkWJ04h3M8h7-CTrG3WoLAdsASvPj-J1Zt0e4tmmnDcsaln_-LKx_wdx3Balwp6xBvzs-gUVvWO-HEx9n4NNopEPfiRSI0D3F6V6uJenZLcw3XOdkZFkDH4ylg0cSNJQcv/s320/46.jpg" /></a> A casa se encheu de cores e sons,<br />de novos ares e antigos sentimentos.<br />Depois, novamente o vazio.<br />E um rastro de perfume que resiste pra me maltratar.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-25772660344723952152010-10-28T14:04:00.000-07:002010-10-28T14:27:58.241-07:00Quase boazinha<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30rJA6kUuZ3FJ8S0PNT_ryebruad2gWEapRZKzVqzZ8K96AGzElmpn8BSgXLQV80cRPNGpxoCG2jl_fJZdj_JKDsrH-dF7uS4sr_r1KgXcJeAxxsFzM3Ttmqa9ciu_u5OXRYin-pfb7Ik/s1600/iv_orlof.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533206160997888018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30rJA6kUuZ3FJ8S0PNT_ryebruad2gWEapRZKzVqzZ8K96AGzElmpn8BSgXLQV80cRPNGpxoCG2jl_fJZdj_JKDsrH-dF7uS4sr_r1KgXcJeAxxsFzM3Ttmqa9ciu_u5OXRYin-pfb7Ik/s320/iv_orlof.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Iv Orlof)</span></div><br />Hoje coloquei vestido curto e caprichei na pose:<br />vim disfarçada de mulher feliz.<br />Peça ao garçon aquela dose dupla<br />e pode falar o que não me interessa: sou toda ouvidos.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-64227051361391299712010-10-27T13:38:00.000-07:002010-10-27T13:42:44.202-07:00Quase liquidando<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6TASz3Kd3ghxTYVii3AEhOQPATLXdGgO6vxGnSWVNkzckvoTzJ-DtsJtAneHOK-5hPMn7niBeGcGGBOkSGS9GMqQLN48eO5Fr2spwJZNSEjyJbkjShdMngGNpCHjB9miTXtlOkNVYK3m/s1600/barbara_wijnveld.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532828439928944962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6TASz3Kd3ghxTYVii3AEhOQPATLXdGgO6vxGnSWVNkzckvoTzJ-DtsJtAneHOK-5hPMn7niBeGcGGBOkSGS9GMqQLN48eO5Fr2spwJZNSEjyJbkjShdMngGNpCHjB9miTXtlOkNVYK3m/s320/barbara_wijnveld.jpg" /></a>(<span style="font-size:85%;">Barbara Wijnveld)</span></div><br />Meia dúzia de incertezas,<br />três quilos de melancolia,<br />duas malas carregadas de culpa.<br />Alguém quer comprar?Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-26357017207233835962010-10-22T08:07:00.000-07:002010-10-22T08:17:52.238-07:00Quase nunca<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-dcjGE8BTKkl2nucc4lkkd8uszTGZ7LZI3J3SOol_WJLvSxX19PoEoROC70JJQoaPn3nmYBukdk9oxtBgzhdTHBnIXbyd8ykeJjd0Ljvtzl20BHxAqYNb_VR9-edGpR-zUA0eNxwiNDR/s1600/garance_dor%C3%A92.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530888713348153058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-dcjGE8BTKkl2nucc4lkkd8uszTGZ7LZI3J3SOol_WJLvSxX19PoEoROC70JJQoaPn3nmYBukdk9oxtBgzhdTHBnIXbyd8ykeJjd0Ljvtzl20BHxAqYNb_VR9-edGpR-zUA0eNxwiNDR/s320/garance_dor%C3%A92.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Garrance Doré)</span></div><br />Uma voz baixa, um movimento sutil.<br />Um ouvido atento e uma palavra amiga.<br />A compreensão sem julgamento.<br />A acolhida sem cobrança.<br />A delicadeza.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-66302011698721772162010-10-20T12:18:00.000-07:002010-10-20T12:48:23.141-07:00Quase libertação<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3u04_MrL3RsydIGHFXBGiQUioaD5Qnqwc0KCx24zHsPMHfEkL-1r4P3KR6YzngnQf6fP29BBp8XC60MnjOyjN_CpElQWYltyKfrSSw139Dji1SNyXXAw0GmvLDULGan5X4Yv6oJoDZxB/s1600/stinapersson.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530210002454890306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3u04_MrL3RsydIGHFXBGiQUioaD5Qnqwc0KCx24zHsPMHfEkL-1r4P3KR6YzngnQf6fP29BBp8XC60MnjOyjN_CpElQWYltyKfrSSw139Dji1SNyXXAw0GmvLDULGan5X4Yv6oJoDZxB/s320/stinapersson.gif" /></a><br />Abra os botões, desafivele o cinto,<br />solte os cabelos e desentulhe a mente.<br />Mais solta e leve, respire aliviada:<br />você está pronta pra seguir em frente!Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-57504459526180024842010-10-19T13:23:00.000-07:002010-10-19T13:36:43.172-07:00Quase vertigem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QU7trvAsseQmhg-CpgDHR1yBnCp3dYRiTEJMmzZRPiKNPtmozFfYg6ykF_ZGb6roNScuRG8jEdZ2TWMB5sqUc-D75NsbNAzUZF2vSxuX5P5psSON7DAYV_asiZFU45Vzr5i8mGk3ZjRc/s1600/thornley.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529855749595680546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QU7trvAsseQmhg-CpgDHR1yBnCp3dYRiTEJMmzZRPiKNPtmozFfYg6ykF_ZGb6roNScuRG8jEdZ2TWMB5sqUc-D75NsbNAzUZF2vSxuX5P5psSON7DAYV_asiZFU45Vzr5i8mGk3ZjRc/s320/thornley.jpg" /></a><br /><p>Alguém sabe como arrancar as raízes que me prendem tanto ao chão?</p><p> </p>Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-73718683005358071522010-10-06T13:15:00.000-07:002010-10-06T13:33:56.489-07:00Quase engano<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwB51MNZB3ptEUxEtyvBri8ZPEzSSi31pSMsH93K4V0m8Pfm8mm6AJhnetmH2H4sW7c738jQoCR3Lp6WYB4TE9hRdrs2B2d2JvozmxJdWEvK9gXxebiALkvvlqEyaO50R7JfJeklTpraN/s1600/maria_eugenia8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525029572702512642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwB51MNZB3ptEUxEtyvBri8ZPEzSSi31pSMsH93K4V0m8Pfm8mm6AJhnetmH2H4sW7c738jQoCR3Lp6WYB4TE9hRdrs2B2d2JvozmxJdWEvK9gXxebiALkvvlqEyaO50R7JfJeklTpraN/s320/maria_eugenia8.jpg" /></a>Olha só, ele diz, nem vai doer.<br />Mas dói, como sempre. Aliás, mais do que nunca.<br />Olha só, ele diz, eu volto já.<br />Mas demora, como nunca. E para sempre.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-76378170115505192502010-10-04T14:02:00.000-07:002010-10-04T14:06:28.816-07:00Quase patológico<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38Wff9oGYUueSkJgyH7LAcchjY0Qsapns-ePYypGdKAKf_5dAeQlIt-_K6rECanLtKvVpTHxpkLUktkDTDTZR9bzTYI0HsXXfiLgtyGG80gq2wnZfbSwMoCcVduWXpGGMSFcIVQg9Flh5/s1600/bruno_cavellec.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524299962263119026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38Wff9oGYUueSkJgyH7LAcchjY0Qsapns-ePYypGdKAKf_5dAeQlIt-_K6rECanLtKvVpTHxpkLUktkDTDTZR9bzTYI0HsXXfiLgtyGG80gq2wnZfbSwMoCcVduWXpGGMSFcIVQg9Flh5/s320/bruno_cavellec.jpg" /></a> Medo de bicho, medo de avião.<br />Medo de altura, medo do escuro e de multidão.<br />Medo do novo, medo de novo, pura encanação.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-23033156644949460482010-10-01T13:31:00.000-07:002010-10-01T13:36:36.098-07:00Quase sábado<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAt2yQn3FSrjvsgRbgPNnXalD0R5Pcdo4Vdc3c6M03gghHNjfviag7ugx8EyX1b_NoFQZFVlQ7Gvvo5R70qfEiNQs7PWZthm7jjgFw-2XNbz9dlr_uSVN0kz2g8D6Q3iPGe5lNIlDTz6OZ/s1600/Antoinette-Fleur6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523178328299563314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAt2yQn3FSrjvsgRbgPNnXalD0R5Pcdo4Vdc3c6M03gghHNjfviag7ugx8EyX1b_NoFQZFVlQ7Gvvo5R70qfEiNQs7PWZthm7jjgFw-2XNbz9dlr_uSVN0kz2g8D6Q3iPGe5lNIlDTz6OZ/s320/Antoinette-Fleur6.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Deixe as preocupações na geladeira por dois dias.</div><div>Junte um punhado de audácia, outro de disposição,</div><div>borrife seu melhor perfume e embrulhe em roupas novas.</div><div>Chacoalhe tudo ao ritmo de músicas e gargalhadas.</div><div>Fique de olho, não perca um minuto. Segunda-feira está logo aí.</div>Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-33998976894360525092010-09-28T14:00:00.000-07:002010-09-28T14:36:47.300-07:00Quase prisão<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbbyStCqiqAvg1uJ0Ql4ldEre3odwUrShNlPAAK4o7XyAHLobSb1U-ipPP4_fnOlsH9d-02abknvHiT5lOYvZ4pEzm0xxOi6Yz_5pqa9VepqLDg0Vezrn_O-JTYXe7J2bm35AgCGgorr7/s1600/somefield.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522077184848408786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbbyStCqiqAvg1uJ0Ql4ldEre3odwUrShNlPAAK4o7XyAHLobSb1U-ipPP4_fnOlsH9d-02abknvHiT5lOYvZ4pEzm0xxOi6Yz_5pqa9VepqLDg0Vezrn_O-JTYXe7J2bm35AgCGgorr7/s320/somefield.jpg" /></a><br />Alimenta seus medos diariamente,<br />com porções fartas de acomodação.<br />Cada vez mais segura e mais prudente,<br />nada de arroubos, nada de paixão.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-24199873949555553612010-09-20T15:09:00.000-07:002010-09-20T15:27:05.737-07:00Quase arte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zyGPfeqXvEvMeTwwaZpAY61BMolMnWCVy88o3zFcqqdaibxWv5MapR6QVIWE_wnFTLaTLf7eJW96nWBcYLgjQpRmjpzPCCutDVPTkMreZJOEAbNKJ7IgqH0wBf-NB-ByGezRwF7rRWg1/s1600/sinclair.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519122571811283266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zyGPfeqXvEvMeTwwaZpAY61BMolMnWCVy88o3zFcqqdaibxWv5MapR6QVIWE_wnFTLaTLf7eJW96nWBcYLgjQpRmjpzPCCutDVPTkMreZJOEAbNKJ7IgqH0wBf-NB-ByGezRwF7rRWg1/s320/sinclair.jpg" /></a>Costurou as boas lembranças ao lado das dores.<br />Alinhavou velhos amigos e bordou novos amores.<br />Colocou lado a lado o vivido e o não vivido,<br />uniu o comum, o inesperado e o não cumprido.<br />Arrematou com pontos irregulares e nós invisíveis.<br />No lugar de retalhos, sonhos impossíveis.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-81118515638445882902010-09-15T13:35:00.000-07:002010-09-15T13:40:19.011-07:00Quase demais<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzNsMUfXOpCkzwbs3eJQPAUONhmHPKhsekVOuh3_PKQJOCp5ssxHcCfQyfdEGqt85G7WzYTHwmMWF4o8nMa7-Prvxk4B77pRyqCB0bnQYu1CwQB_1R1c94OX-O4JMJJ39JyVAOr723AOR/s1600/maria_eugenia7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517241860329790962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzNsMUfXOpCkzwbs3eJQPAUONhmHPKhsekVOuh3_PKQJOCp5ssxHcCfQyfdEGqt85G7WzYTHwmMWF4o8nMa7-Prvxk4B77pRyqCB0bnQYu1CwQB_1R1c94OX-O4JMJJ39JyVAOr723AOR/s320/maria_eugenia7.jpg" /></a> Foi uma noite daquelas,<br />sem vírgula para pausas desnecessárias.<br /><div>De perder o rumo e a fala, o caminho e o juízo.</div><div>De tirar o fôlego, apostar todas as fichas e agarrar todas as chances.</div><div>Sem noção. Sem proporção. Mas com ponto final.</div>Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-50002998698744498232010-09-13T11:53:00.000-07:002010-09-13T11:55:41.442-07:00Quase muito<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Gxwid-k20Wrc8lJt275lwVh0W0iF2wOaxe51xcmiRRfevyINXIo1PJxSX5Sj5CmucFPjAWtb0b8Za-OF1h60peyaC1s8jRO-OyDxrdi73P9uQxPx2QmL3stRVbU1D66cBrBa_qGqWtuI/s1600/close1-665x665.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516473265879084306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Gxwid-k20Wrc8lJt275lwVh0W0iF2wOaxe51xcmiRRfevyINXIo1PJxSX5Sj5CmucFPjAWtb0b8Za-OF1h60peyaC1s8jRO-OyDxrdi73P9uQxPx2QmL3stRVbU1D66cBrBa_qGqWtuI/s320/close1-665x665.jpg" /></a> Exagerada,<br />permitiu-se todos os excessos.<br />Agora tenta conter o turbilhão,<br />sem sucesso.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-32165175451706580992010-09-10T14:56:00.000-07:002010-09-10T15:01:59.120-07:00Quase verdade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY9ZRIYpFyt6vxK5ryYAKpDO53EHokl92ZGYFglH5U3CkM5F5jGsC5IuCuNf4ak3rT6bSSIqpTwcvNw2dZHcjfKqofV6VrY3xKC8MLQV07en8zN8T2gX-uxHn8YuP86-MldGbUwryRP2v/s1600/elisa_chavarri.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515407165341559170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY9ZRIYpFyt6vxK5ryYAKpDO53EHokl92ZGYFglH5U3CkM5F5jGsC5IuCuNf4ak3rT6bSSIqpTwcvNw2dZHcjfKqofV6VrY3xKC8MLQV07en8zN8T2gX-uxHn8YuP86-MldGbUwryRP2v/s320/elisa_chavarri.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">(Eloisa Chavarri)<br /></span><div> </div><div>Essa fui eu, essa é ela.</div><div>Somos todas, um dia, e no outro já não somos mais.</div><div>Dormi uma, amanheci outra, mudada.</div><div>Por dentro, entretanto, ainda sou menina. Mimada?</div>Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-70175172897858981532010-08-19T12:42:00.000-07:002010-08-19T12:45:22.766-07:00Quase inexplicável<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkq1jrgjyU8ARfzZ8v9uehmMa2MddMJKTYBWr8XfgKr538Ly7sWRmIZialVB0kmX9ROnWcb37HluasQNqgb_9z57jWB5q4S1d0SeT0i_mRa0Kcp0J_A6rUYePpT40KcgQbM3A9xdsy1vZV/s1600/roy-lichtenstein.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507208865206835570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkq1jrgjyU8ARfzZ8v9uehmMa2MddMJKTYBWr8XfgKr538Ly7sWRmIZialVB0kmX9ROnWcb37HluasQNqgb_9z57jWB5q4S1d0SeT0i_mRa0Kcp0J_A6rUYePpT40KcgQbM3A9xdsy1vZV/s320/roy-lichtenstein.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Roy Lichtenstein)</span></div><br />A onda veio tão forte - e tão boa,<br />que o choro veio assim, à toa.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-27012631017651843042010-08-17T08:31:00.000-07:002010-08-17T09:02:59.214-07:00Quase estratégia<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJDX1-C-PlZjbRip5NmV6Zk2GfEFWEYejVZsDtcTuxAAqMXcKxZfeFp4VnPOWa3xWzyF-cEzEzWvoMMhvUGP4tyZE1zQyh69pDIJELxm4QW-a1efrM1n8SQVEmq9yvRAbjCQ3hyAZ2flM/s1600/sempe-couple.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506402008419352370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJDX1-C-PlZjbRip5NmV6Zk2GfEFWEYejVZsDtcTuxAAqMXcKxZfeFp4VnPOWa3xWzyF-cEzEzWvoMMhvUGP4tyZE1zQyh69pDIJELxm4QW-a1efrM1n8SQVEmq9yvRAbjCQ3hyAZ2flM/s320/sempe-couple.gif" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Sempé)</span></div><br />A meta é não ter meta alguma.<br />O foco, é desfocar.<br />Mudar o plano, desconstruir o óbvio.<br />Transgredir, se divertir e errar.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-49089565602972913152010-08-12T08:50:00.000-07:002010-08-12T14:40:39.792-07:00Quase compensação<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tmvzrcDS9o1xroQ7se8ayZDOQn0W6oTnqyvYVo0kDBTrSj01tXzcD0H4jT-CrosxWEkCDUYmB0FVdRbnE_75Rf1VKe_3C4IsEhc-LDw5NZ4tG4_zvw-5j9OOdfztmy2L6bP9kH32TVHP/s1600/maria_eugenia4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504551586831958002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tmvzrcDS9o1xroQ7se8ayZDOQn0W6oTnqyvYVo0kDBTrSj01tXzcD0H4jT-CrosxWEkCDUYmB0FVdRbnE_75Rf1VKe_3C4IsEhc-LDw5NZ4tG4_zvw-5j9OOdfztmy2L6bP9kH32TVHP/s320/maria_eugenia4.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Maria Eugênia)</span></div><br />Apesar da distância, do silêncio e do vazio,<br />devo confessar: também tenho cá meus benefícios.<br />Escolho o que ler, ver e ouvir, sem reclamações.<br />Caminho sem pressa, bebo sem culpa, escrevo sem censura.<br />É o lado B desse velho disco, já riscado de tanto tocar.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-49571599652957784942010-08-10T12:00:00.000-07:002010-08-10T12:26:28.307-07:00Quase indesejada<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbufuLWyfo0ERxKtKzE3zYdLCwZOoYWSwght-JU2QrpexNics_K7vjOGxEsxXFhHRReJwA_LmWK2pgL5Buf3k6fuhuWDLtfkzEqGotB7TIl7OGM4TQOMbWrFjbkqgYeVBMGAY-Y1RJ4Qy/s1600/modigliani_woman_with_tie.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503862161749069250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbufuLWyfo0ERxKtKzE3zYdLCwZOoYWSwght-JU2QrpexNics_K7vjOGxEsxXFhHRReJwA_LmWK2pgL5Buf3k6fuhuWDLtfkzEqGotB7TIl7OGM4TQOMbWrFjbkqgYeVBMGAY-Y1RJ4Qy/s320/modigliani_woman_with_tie.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Modigliani)</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br />Sem avisar nem pedir licença, ela chega.<br />Enfia meu riso no bolso e joga fora todas as canções.<br />Queima as lâmpadas, encobre o sol e resseca as plantas.<br />Insistente, diz que veio pra ficar. Espero que por pouco tempo.Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142939180872193482.post-62148669662142898642010-08-04T14:40:00.000-07:002010-08-04T14:42:49.640-07:00Quase cega<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-VBLrHQPCrc2W-G6dn2I88Et6tRI7Aee-rUfrlPl2BA8DYkWs9ssVSnoj9hMLQsuDxmQZ76D6x6LMMl68SltETmHY7RE6OPBYK6RilsmQ_jNdHaSOXUZevcrxevwt7l6JhRl-u4JkTXj/s1600/4689192900_16825348fd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501672876808522962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-VBLrHQPCrc2W-G6dn2I88Et6tRI7Aee-rUfrlPl2BA8DYkWs9ssVSnoj9hMLQsuDxmQZ76D6x6LMMl68SltETmHY7RE6OPBYK6RilsmQ_jNdHaSOXUZevcrxevwt7l6JhRl-u4JkTXj/s320/4689192900_16825348fd.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Mulher madura procura óculos-esquadro,</div><div>que mudem o ângulo de tudo o que vê,</div><div>com lentes convergentes,</div><div>para renovar a ótica de todos que mira.</div>Donanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296691245355060717noreply@blogger.com0