tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21585172900393330542012-02-15T23:08:35.206-08:00pedra no ventohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10362820491138735061noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-69226082462587112392009-07-27T18:36:00.000-07:002009-07-27T18:37:26.373-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Eu quero dormir,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">ela quer mimi.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-6922608246258711239?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750142528733474203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-3943751152529754352009-07-24T08:39:00.000-07:002009-07-24T08:43:56.715-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Eu te falo sobre o chão, amor.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mostro (a ti) o que é a saudade (em mim),</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e vou dar um tempo no Cariri.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-394375115252975435?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750142528733474203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-66843255114878039042009-05-15T08:28:00.000-07:002009-05-15T08:40:29.885-07:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Por teus atalhos<br />Entro<br />Bem no centro do teu dentro,<br />Onde tanto grito,<br />Como falo;<br />Quando juntos, teus lábios,<br />E meu talo,<br />Neste palco<br />Onde nunca somos falhos.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-6684325511487803904?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedra no ventohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10362820491138735061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-35393993784689243922009-03-28T01:16:00.000-07:002009-03-28T01:21:40.693-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Com a temperatura,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">a pele</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">que não abriga.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">O amor e.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-3539399378468924392?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750142528733474203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-75845671046884730882009-02-20T01:21:00.000-08:002009-02-20T01:30:40.839-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Certos dias,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">amo tanto.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Outros dias,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">só por</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">enquanto:</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">certeza de</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">um saber.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">*</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Certos dias,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">de tão errados,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">certos dias,</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">certos dias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">com você.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-7584567104688473088?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750142528733474203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-51915829547278361812009-01-26T02:25:00.000-08:002009-01-26T02:29:09.658-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Amanhã,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">às oito horas do arrepio,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">nos campos do Japão.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Eu e você,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">carinhos agrários,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">ou não.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-5191582954727836181?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750142528733474203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-33990755081742876512009-01-20T19:08:00.000-08:002009-01-20T19:10:00.694-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Depois do amor,<br />morreu engasgado.<br />Uma folha de hortelã.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-3399075508174287651?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750142528733474203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-49410255190222223252009-01-12T08:33:00.000-08:002009-01-12T08:42:02.396-08:00<div align="justify">no quarto, deitada, a sós com o flutuar lento da lua, e o dedilhar macio entre coxas, está o meu amor. enquanto geme silêncios, mastig distâncias, rasga mapas a praguejar o destino; durmo eu numa nuvem de sol, como quem dança ao som de um violino sem dó. se é verdade que amar é isto, jogo-me ao mar e do resto desisto.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-4941025519022222325?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedra no ventohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10362820491138735061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-9298111535811810412009-01-05T17:26:00.000-08:002009-01-05T17:55:15.284-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>apagar-me</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>diluir-me</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>desmanchar-me</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em></em><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">para que ela<br />tenha paz</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-929811153581181041?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750142528733474203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-77799939159392896212009-01-04T16:22:00.000-08:002009-01-04T16:42:39.800-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">ela chama ana</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">a minha musa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">quando tomo cana</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">ela me usa</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-7779993915939289621?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750142528733474203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158517290039333054.post-24398803282987394212009-01-03T14:38:00.001-08:002009-01-03T15:43:11.255-08:00<div align="right">eis que seria<br /><br />o mundo<br /><br />um circo<br /><br />sem graça<br /><br />ai da pedra<br /><br />se não fosse<br /><br />a vidraça</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2158517290039333054-2439880328298739421?l=feitopravoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pedra no ventohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10362820491138735061noreply@blogger.com1