tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74631855824542661272012-02-16T00:13:02.551-08:00O verso exala e as palavras são folhas que viajam levadas pelos insondáveis ventos da existência humana... (Direitos autorais reservados. Obra sob proteção da Lei 9.610 de Direitos Autorais).Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-57968679827447459192010-12-19T10:29:00.000-08:002010-12-19T10:39:26.167-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/TQ5QhCTwOSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Vhu-M9OEr-Q/s1600/Colunas%2Bcom%2Bvasos%2Bgregos.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552463919080028450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/TQ5QhCTwOSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Vhu-M9OEr-Q/s320/Colunas%2Bcom%2Bvasos%2Bgregos.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">É um paradoxo.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Esta descascada que sou,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">mural de rosas em decomposição.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Não deveis me alertar</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">sobre essas penelopes geriátricas</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">que me serviram de exemplo.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero ultimar a saída das estações</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">com a leveza infante</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">que rodopia sobre os próprios pés</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">sem cair jamais.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Andei pelo carrilhão acorrentado</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">a vida inteira. Quero pincelar minha alma</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">de verde e assumir o paraíso</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">antes de seja tarde.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Preciso sair do inverno e retornar</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">aos botões - enluarar-me de</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">esperança para reler</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">as estrelas mortas que uma a uma</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">não me indicaram</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">o caminho da vida.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(Direitos autorais reservados)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem: Google</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-5796867982744745919?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-53927439057767911232010-12-19T10:20:00.000-08:002010-12-19T10:28:31.962-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/TQ5N2P_BDsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2x5iYdk5OgU/s1600/yun_3407.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552460984993517250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/TQ5N2P_BDsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2x5iYdk5OgU/s320/yun_3407.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Responde-me a tua ausência,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">no que repousa sem ti:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">as retinas da minha memória.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />(<span style="font-size:85%;">Direitos autorais reservados)</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">imagem: yun3407 yunphoto.net</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-5392743905776791123?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-14934725631448132302010-05-22T15:30:00.000-07:002010-05-22T15:34:02.583-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/S_hbfz1EJ8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zgs7zi1FqYg/s1600/Borboleta+na+palma+da+mao+em+azul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/S_hbfz1EJ8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zgs7zi1FqYg/s320/Borboleta+na+palma+da+mao+em+azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474225949115688898" border="0" /></a><br />Tudo é silêncio e dor.<br />Escrever hoje é apenas<br />um exercício<br />para ver se consigo enxergar as letras<br />por entre as lágrimas.<br /><br />...minha Shaninha, nos reencontraremos<br />na eternidade.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-1493472563144813230?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-75797492968185430202010-03-17T16:21:00.000-07:002010-03-17T16:28:09.300-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/S6FkdhAc7KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z4p405T7RbQ/s1600-h/Antonio+Vaz+-+sol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/S6FkdhAc7KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z4p405T7RbQ/s320/Antonio+Vaz+-+sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449747482334260386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Naquele único pôr de sol<br />guardei a chave dourada.<br />E tranquei-me para o nada.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Foto de Antonio Vaz - http:www.olhares.com)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-7579749296818543020?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-7279163528247852882010-03-17T16:17:00.000-07:002010-03-17T16:27:13.289-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/S6FlPywmSTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8xVuEDY6EzA/s1600-h/Borboleta+na+palma+da+mao+em+azul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/S6FlPywmSTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8xVuEDY6EzA/s320/Borboleta+na+palma+da+mao+em+azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449748346093062450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Tão nitidamente<br />me ouvi naquela canção<br />dos ventos dentro de mim.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-727916352824785288?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-16179398386997818982010-03-17T16:00:00.001-07:002010-03-17T16:30:16.770-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/S6Fl_QjLqYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lLZZN0uSJlc/s1600-h/Linda+rosa+cor+de+rosa+com+moldura.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/S6Fl_QjLqYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lLZZN0uSJlc/s320/Linda+rosa+cor+de+rosa+com+moldura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449749161543707010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Desconfio desse silêncio<br />de minha alma.<br />Algum sonho está aprontando...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-1617939838699781898?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-91391814873860335292010-02-15T16:59:00.000-08:002010-02-15T17:04:29.465-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Esta secreta arquitetura de sonhos<br />só resultou na catedral<br />do meu sono.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Direitos autorais reservados).</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-9139181487386033529?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-59722870978286942472010-02-15T16:57:00.000-08:002010-02-15T17:03:31.932-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">A página não caiu da árvore.<br />Mas foi mais uma folha<br />que o vento levou.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Direitos autorais reservados).</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-5972287097828694247?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-6325730638753953372010-02-15T16:53:00.000-08:002010-02-15T17:02:39.762-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Não sei para onde irei.<br />Essas noites não falam.<br />Conduzem-me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Direitos autorais reservados).</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-632573063875395337?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-86841723812393338052009-01-22T09:28:00.000-08:002009-02-04T12:46:20.379-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SXiu0ob6UDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lSM06cfzi1k/s1600-h/0052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294173581204934706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SXiu0ob6UDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lSM06cfzi1k/s320/0052.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>Do que não há de vir,</div><div>desde que foste embora,</div><div>na penumbra do quarto,</div><div>o lençol adornado de aurora</div><div>se desfaz...<br />Que bosque profundo,meu amado,</div><div>me roubas ao sono,</div><div>com tuas doces e suaves</div><div>asas de desengano?<br />Espelho os algarismos dos sacrifícios,</div><div>os lúgubres escaninhos dos vazios</div><div>por onde não passa mais nada,</div><div>onde não vive mais nada,</div><div>apenas a dor em seu cio.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(Todos os direitos reservados. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Obra protegida pela Lei de Direitos Autorais </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">9.610 de 10.02.98)</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-8684172381239333805?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-73592329439889370742008-08-31T14:54:00.000-07:002008-08-31T15:03:48.922-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SLsUP-DCG9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/QLlkg-Ts08k/s1600-h/paisagem+com+neblina.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">No vaso de barro,<br />o desejo firmado no pó.<br />Entoado entre a dor e garganta exposta.<br />Talvez tivessem que ser rosas,<br />ou margaridas. Talvez o barro fosse ouro,<br />ou óleo fino que cinge frontes de agouro<br />em suas cascas destemidas.<br />Dos beirais para a imensidão, servas do chão,<br />iluminarão, como estrelas, mil cordeiros<br />em tempo de escuridão.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;">(Direitos autorais reservados).</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-7359232943988937074?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-3033656730278953882008-08-23T06:19:00.000-07:002008-08-23T06:22:16.717-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SLAO44nkrEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/liryrFdkHCc/s1600-h/FOTO+Per+tutti+i+gentili.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237702737065716802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SLAO44nkrEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/liryrFdkHCc/s320/FOTO+Per+tutti+i+gentili.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">(in memoriam de A. Q.)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Ali, o cedro, de algum lugar, chorou mais alto.<br />Uma estrela azul deixou seus pedaços<br />pelo chão.<br />Ferir o coração em fantasia,<br />arrancada à sombra<br />de algum momento insano,<br />quando o homem tomba<br />– esquecendo de ser humano.<br /></span><br /><br />(Direitos autorais reservados)<br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 22/08/2008<br />Código do texto: T1141059 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-303365673027895388?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-90950716782822536982008-08-23T06:00:00.000-07:002008-08-23T06:15:04.581-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SLANGGCSSMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ASARbgDcsv4/s1600-h/foto27370.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237700764982462658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SLANGGCSSMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ASARbgDcsv4/s320/foto27370.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Aos bandos deslizam<br />sobre a rocha porosa.<br />São vermes do paraíso<br />sobre a peste e a rosa.<br />Matam a fome imprecisa,<br />as asas disformes somem.<br />E na luz engendram o buraco negro<br />e, sob o ôlho da noite,<br />se tornam cegos<br />e homens.<br /><br /></span><br /><br />(Direitos autorais reservados)<br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 22/08/2008<br />Código do texto: T1141043 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-9095071678282253698?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-42297938260059371032008-08-20T04:48:00.000-07:002008-08-20T04:55:45.765-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SKwGJrRDBAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zou0YfCoGlA/s1600-h/flor+branca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236567230027858946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SKwGJrRDBAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zou0YfCoGlA/s320/flor+branca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Na calada do sol,<br />Deus tocou a flor<br />e queimou as lágrimas.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;">(Direitos autorais reservados).</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-4229793826005937103?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-92074255423185329482008-08-09T15:38:00.000-07:002008-08-09T15:58:09.827-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJ4fg1wj6XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l-8FpXgA-nA/s1600-h/DDIarte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232654466098129266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJ4fg1wj6XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l-8FpXgA-nA/s320/DDIarte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Ó amor, arcano de pétalas e ternura.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Em tuas asas vou.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Asas reais na minha irrealidade </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">tão pura... </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">("Deus proverá")</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>(Direitos autorais reservados).</div><div>Foto: <a href="http://www.olhares.com/">http://www.olhares.com/</a> DDIarte</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-9207425542318532948?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-68502332225104050042008-08-06T06:45:00.000-07:002008-08-06T06:52:11.261-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJmscqq0l5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F7unXOcBwq4/s1600-h/05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231402050657752978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJmscqq0l5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F7unXOcBwq4/s320/05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Deus... minha luz. Minha mesa,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">meus candelabros de cristal.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Minha esperança desprendida.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Toalha de renda em Noite de Natal.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Amor que nasce da luz dos olhos,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">e acende o horizonte de um novo dia.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Lírico clarão do céu, que traz</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">o pássaro desenhando no azul</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">a senha da estrela-guia.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Deus... a tristeza que se afoga</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">na noite imensa do mar.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Conversa da lua com suas estrelas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">poesia em ritual de iluminar...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Deus... carvalho silencioso</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">que me nutre as mãos.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Meu frágil cântaro doloroso e antigo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">quebre-o, e molde novo - acrescido</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">por uma asa do Teu coração.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div>(Copyright: direitos autorais reservados).</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-6850233222510405004?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-31612663794443870942008-08-02T09:37:00.000-07:002008-08-02T09:52:38.355-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJSQmvxmqqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GdiRY6zgLTg/s1600-h/0503.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964062617938594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJSQmvxmqqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GdiRY6zgLTg/s320/0503.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Luminosa manhã.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">O sol abriu suas asas de luz</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">e voou sobre os campos,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">espargiu a neblina e</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">o sangue dos ventos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">sobre as colinas.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Fugitivas, as sombras da noite</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">incorporam-se às águas dos córregos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">para acarinharem as pedras</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">e as folhas sem destino...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">As canções machucam</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">o cantar do vento</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">e se pede silêncio pelos roseirais.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Escondeu-se o orvalho</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">nos olhos dos espinhos,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">para apreender a lição</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">da luz que sempre chega</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">para mudar o reino</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">de todas as coisas.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div>(Direitos autorais reservados).</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-3161266379444387094?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-64434997840947186962008-08-02T09:02:00.000-07:002008-08-02T09:09:28.102-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJSGgeqvO3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/22PF6RTMirY/s1600-h/fp102806-35.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229952959830244210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJSGgeqvO3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/22PF6RTMirY/s320/fp102806-35.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Traços de pássaro nas areias.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Vão com as águas...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas o pouso se fez registro</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">na memória cósmica.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">E, fundindo-se às águas,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">dançarão para estrelas.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-6443499784094718696?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-33769800216917536202008-08-02T08:24:00.000-07:002008-08-02T08:46:19.195-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJR9LDZOmhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/spKYywzYf8c/s1600-h/himalaya.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229942696127142418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SJR9LDZOmhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/spKYywzYf8c/s320/himalaya.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Pequenos e difíceis caminhos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">nos conduzem</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">a montanhas maiores.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-3376980021691753620?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-78057723020547397542008-07-08T16:39:00.001-07:002008-07-08T17:46:37.493-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHQKPiPyE6I/AAAAAAAAADw/rwDS_883bb8/s1600-h/0437.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220809130036564898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHQKPiPyE6I/AAAAAAAAADw/rwDS_883bb8/s320/0437.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Há um vento </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">na paisagem deserta.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Traz pétalas na memória.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Pólen, talvez...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Pelos ares, o sonho</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">...era uma vez...</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div>(Direitos autorais reservados).</div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-7805772302054739754?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-36254514094898351232008-07-06T18:53:00.000-07:002008-07-06T19:00:10.146-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHF4aNROrzI/AAAAAAAAACw/NYU9cfu7LNs/s1600-h/0485.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220085834732973874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHF4aNROrzI/AAAAAAAAACw/NYU9cfu7LNs/s320/0485.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHF30oe2afI/AAAAAAAAACo/Cqvy7XE2sbQ/s1600-h/0393.jpg"></a><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Não duvido da força das chuvas.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Até se recolhem aos olhos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">quando o ocaso se faz.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 06/07/2008</div><div>Código do texto: T1068220</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-3625451409489835123?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-76055091766027340672008-07-05T18:16:00.001-07:002008-07-05T18:19:04.044-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHAdMql9e0I/AAAAAAAAACY/CMnozi-YqEI/s1600-h/0340.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219704071551548226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHAdMql9e0I/AAAAAAAAACY/CMnozi-YqEI/s320/0340.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">A roda d'água vai... A outra vai junto...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas olhos em lágrimas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">não movem moinho.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span>Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 05/07/2008</div><div>Código do texto: T1066737 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-7605509176602734067?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-67948095603535628742008-07-05T17:51:00.000-07:002008-07-05T17:54:42.706-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHAXxMtCWNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dcS2_NPxcJE/s1600-h/0402.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219698102113556690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SHAXxMtCWNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dcS2_NPxcJE/s320/0402.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando os dias ficam amarelados,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">em poeira e ilusões,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">escrevo em brancas nuvens.<br /></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 05/07/2008</div><br /><div>Código do texto: T1066713 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-6794809560353562874?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-6304492082461542392008-07-05T04:55:00.000-07:002008-07-05T05:03:08.681-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SG9ivXaJBGI/AAAAAAAAACI/52-b0SrEOuM/s1600-h/0591.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219499059022726242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SG9ivXaJBGI/AAAAAAAAACI/52-b0SrEOuM/s320/0591.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Sei das folhas que cantam ao vento.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Algumas perduram, outras caem.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas, da mesma forma, a música se faz.<br /></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>(Direitos autorais reservados).<br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 11/05/2008</div><div>Código do texto: T985322 </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-630449208246154239?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-9848140325028999232008-07-04T15:18:00.000-07:002008-07-04T15:34:53.910-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SG6lJz2dnXI/AAAAAAAAABw/i5LMPP_AdAQ/s1600-h/0521.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219290606125030770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SG6lJz2dnXI/AAAAAAAAABw/i5LMPP_AdAQ/s320/0521.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Na verdade, o que me desenha</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">é esse obscuro braço do destino.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Imaterial, insano e divino.<br /></span></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>(Direitos autorais reservados).<br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 15/05/2008</div><div>Código do texto: T990548 </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-984814032502899923?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-44858139403989119832008-07-03T15:52:00.000-07:002008-07-03T16:03:47.545-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SG1aQHoO3ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7otkwE09zq4/s1600-h/0512.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218926776164474258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SG1aQHoO3ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7otkwE09zq4/s320/0512.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">No esvanecer da primavera,</span> <div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">dei ao velho sonho a despedida</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">e o novo plantei, com vida,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">entre o céu e a terra.</span></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />(Direitos autorais reservados).<br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 03/07/2008</div><div>Código do texto: T1062918 </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-4485813940398911983?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-54463446802008080612008-07-02T16:56:00.001-07:002008-07-02T17:00:22.689-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SGwWjr5ac8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4tHYQcINlyI/s1600-h/mkfreefoto-097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218570870550328258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SGwWjr5ac8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4tHYQcINlyI/s320/mkfreefoto-097.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Rendas da paisagem agonizante.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">A lua teceu, distante e vazia,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">seu véu sobre minhas mãos silentes.<br /></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>(Direitos autorais reservados)</div><br /><div>Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 09/04/2008Código do texto: T938129 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-5446344680200808061?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-16204996552018495562008-07-02T16:48:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:03:26.318-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SGwUQFO12TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MuWvRjvVHqg/s1600-h/0612.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218568334730451250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SGwUQFO12TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MuWvRjvVHqg/s320/0612.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Grande noite dos caminhos...</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Orvalhados em silêncios,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">sei que reflorescerão os meus olhos.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div>(Direitos autorais reservados).</div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div>Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 10/05/2008</div><div>Código do texto: T984027 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-1620499655201849556?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-30733622430682563482008-07-02T16:45:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:02:02.875-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SGwTreZAvOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nzgIvkR4-aA/s1600-h/0616.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218567705828834530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SGwTreZAvOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nzgIvkR4-aA/s320/0616.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Escrevo. A Palavra.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Abstrata... aberta... Escondida.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas sei que só a ação é vida.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">(</span><span style="font-size:100%;">Direitos autorais reservados)</span></div><br /><div><br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 01/06/2008</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Código do texto: T1014738</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-3073362243068256348?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463185582454266127.post-14367865354115551612008-07-02T16:37:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:04:28.186-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SGwS_ep8DZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hyu42iyivAs/s1600-h/0575.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218566949985586578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATjHzRYXl1k/SGwS_ep8DZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hyu42iyivAs/s320/0575.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Coisas tímidas da vida,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">reinam às escondidas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">mas podem provocar o dilúvio nos olhos.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></div><div>(Direitos autorais reservados).<br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 02/06/2008 Código do texto: T1016792</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463185582454266127-1436786535411555161?l=clarosventoseversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clara Leticiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012210068706090768noreply@blogger.com0