tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63292251946686223332024-03-21T19:20:22.646-07:00Prosa de SísifoLucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.comBlogger260125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-82528208745304898312023-06-02T12:10:00.002-07:002023-06-02T12:10:37.205-07:00vre que<p>o ar enxerga </p><p>embaraçando o verniz </p><p>na sua tentativa de ser mais veloz</p><p>que a enxugada da areia</p><p> </p><p>fera de metrôs vagos </p><p>amparo de todos os existente e os maus formatos </p><p>onde qualquer um aparece </p><p><br /></p><p>é alongado o seu assento </p><p>é o revesso do qual </p><p>um dia </p><p>você o assovia</p><p>espumando pelas presas</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-35603014385444403162021-05-22T07:12:00.019-07:002021-05-27T03:45:29.937-07:00Pedra Negra<p style="text-align: center;"><b>RIO acima</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">de outra enseada </p><p style="text-align: center;">ferragens, verão!</p><p style="text-align: center;">dos arbustos enfezados </p><p style="text-align: center;">o calcário que sobe em esteiras</p><p style="text-align: center;">canta pedreira </p><p style="text-align: center;">o arrebento que levou meus camaradas </p><p> </p><p><b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> INVENTANDO PRECE</span></b></p><p><b><span style="background-color: black; color: #fcff01; font-family: MedievalSharp;"> "São Benedito da manhã, </span></b></p><p><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: MedievalSharp;"><b style="background-color: black;"> língua que desce e estrangula o capim </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: MedievalSharp;"><b style="background-color: black;"> seu bafo de cordeiro </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: MedievalSharp;"><b style="background-color: black;"> névoa que formiga pastagem..."</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i><b>MODERNA</b></i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i>Represado e ondulante </i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i>olhos de diaba que amanhece </i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i>da sua carniça beira-estrada brotam anus-brancos</i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i> ao leste pequenos lagos </i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i>e os seus últimos garotos perfumados</i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-1452495912733687332021-03-13T05:52:00.004-08:002022-09-08T16:04:23.051-07:00Engenho de Fora<p>descendo para o PA-60</p><p>(grupo de apoio para perda de audição 60%)</p><p>caminhada perseverante</p><p>policiando</p><p>me preparando para o encontro</p><p>"quando um burro fala"</p><p>...</p><p>chegando lá</p><p>boca, o texto no bolso e o tornozelo</p><p>enquanto isso</p><p>Elvira com a palavra </p><p>recitava:</p><p><br /></p><p><i>"o sol abate o amarelo</i></p><p><i>seu leito são rastros</i></p><p><i>é transparência que queima carícias cervicais" </i></p><p><br /></p><p>Era uma poetiza de mão no queixo</p><p>eu adorava </p><p><br /></p><p>minha vez</p><p>a mão e o aumento do pulso </p><p>o púlpito e o tórax</p><p>cavalos e amigos</p><p>"hoje atendi o celular pelo lado estranho do corpo </p><p>(perda de 80%)</p><p>e disparei meu uivo:</p><p><i>ok, entendi, certo, tudo bem, ahan, hun, sei, sem problemas, eu que agradeço</i></p><p>do outro lado da linha a formiga chiadeira"</p><p>Elvira emocionada</p><p>alguns vibraram as mão</p><p><br /></p><p>em casa </p><p>meus sonhos viviam uma nova fase</p><p>rochas deterioradas por ventos </p><p>folhas varridas, cambalhotas</p><p>sombras de urubus nos barrancos</p><p>e o chuveiro pingando baquetas no prato de ataque</p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-30970661662180114142021-01-30T12:25:00.008-08:002022-09-08T15:57:12.344-07:00Miragem<p>o beiral e seus lençóis esvoaçantes </p><p>agitando espectros na parte superior do sobrado </p><p>o marca-passo da esquina cantando todo o vapor encarnado de meninos e meninas:</p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>"beberemos novamente </i></p><p><i>ontem, hoje e aos quinze anos</i></p><p><i>estamos enfeitiçados de morte</i></p><p><i>sou buda vivo</i></p><p><i>sou água de prazer"</i></p><p><br /></p><p>todos comem e dançam no sobrado </p><p>vista lunar do quarteirão </p><p>atentos ao movimento de</p><p>palmeiras guizos e rumores </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-78228965060202039902021-01-23T06:22:00.016-08:002022-09-08T16:05:54.654-07:00Cânions <p><b>I</b></p><p>da sustentação que cada estrutura carrega</p><p>e das tiras de couro que fortalecem a ponta de uma bota </p><p>forte é a musculatura que mingua sob o luz</p><p><br /></p><p><b>II</b></p><p>a cada requadro alimentado de rachaduras</p><p>os pés de vento</p><p>movendo dois homens </p><p>e uma moto ladeira acima</p><p>procurando o próximo atentado</p><p>atirando ----------------------------------------- o fim de tudo</p><p><br /></p><p><b>III</b></p><p>dentro da estátua verga o indefinido</p><p>soando tambores ao nível d´agua </p><p>resvalando outras dimensões</p><p>esquartejado pela geometria</p><p>podamos a nossa horta como taturanas</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-8523896168991042862020-11-07T08:20:00.005-08:002021-01-30T09:17:16.108-08:00Espaço<div><div>a romã fraturada</div></div><div>sacode intensa </div><div>sua crista sobre o calor </div><div><br /></div><div>No rumo do pé </div><div>escuta-se um piado </div><div>entreaberto </div><div>com dois furos superiores</div><div>que não cheiram</div><div>mas bufam </div><div><div><br /></div></div><div>da fruta </div><div>ao </div><div>bico</div><div>entre o papo azulado</div><div>e o gomo de rubis</div><div><br /></div><div>uma mão pelada atravessa a paisagem</div><div>vergando os galhos</div><div>arrancando pedaços </div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" 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<div>sacudindo feito onda</div><div>o leite fermenta</div><div>no tanque escuro de um caminhão</div><div><br /></div><div>a vaca de eixos pesados </div><div>beira a profusa mureta </div><div>ruminando o entardecer das estradas</div><div><br /></div><div>os romeiros saúdam o farto mamífero</div><div>assam e clamam pela aparição de Maria no acostamento</div><div>salve Aparecida! </div><div>salve o mato!</div><div>salve três pontas!</div><div><br /></div><div>De longe a santa é feita de clara, ereta </div>
<div>junto desidrata </div>
<div>quando ensolarada craquela</div>
<div>coisas de alta fusão</div>
<div>diz que é de parafina ossada ciclópica </div><div>,</div><div>e se não rogai ... </div>
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-32577224842410167942020-09-20T14:46:00.003-07:002020-09-20T14:46:18.200-07:00Aborígene K<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-LlDKMYHxx4" width="320" youtube-src-id="-LlDKMYHxx4"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-54265396776718224052020-09-20T14:42:00.006-07:002020-09-20T14:42:41.503-07:00BIGPUPA<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/apW6H221FTk" width="320" youtube-src-id="apW6H221FTk"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-57708330026966472342020-09-20T07:02:00.000-07:002020-09-20T07:02:22.988-07:00Apostador<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz0DjK7OknzafU8-nR4XVDno7euY59i6p1UZyFifaz0-kBrtIJeLmiEKOW3O21x2mYZo30NED5FLSLVlzPPzA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-28729618984326907822020-09-20T06:50:00.005-07:002020-09-20T06:50:32.890-07:00O Alpinista<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1h1CVFz8AHU" width="320" youtube-src-id="1h1CVFz8AHU"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-51459382571788708792020-09-20T06:43:00.006-07:002020-09-20T06:43:58.920-07:00Cari<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/J4vcm2YqhiM" width="320" youtube-src-id="J4vcm2YqhiM"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-56285347239415331662020-05-16T09:53:00.003-07:002021-01-30T09:21:12.694-08:00Para Álvaro Yunque<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
três pares de rodas relincham no pouso<br />
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estou em outros ares<br />
_ Aqui se vive bem com 5000 pesos<br />
diz o taxista virado em seu segundo turno<br />
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a luz plana em Boedo<br />
invadindo geometrias-avenidas-extensas-pernas<br />
onde o rastelo<br />
amontoa folhas de tília<br />
sopradas nesse hiperbólico bairro<br />
<i>La segunda madre de mi cuerpo </i><br />
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<b>Viagem I</b><br />
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"As Não", agora usual, entende-se refluxo, vide terapia, um<br />
************* vide 2´ pulos bomba<br />
no erro >>>>>><<<<<<<br />
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No caso de 2 é o assento 2´2´2´2´2´2´2´<br />
´´´´´´´´´´´´22´22´´´<br />
_ Peço "as não" aos passageiros que se deem ao respeito!<br />
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eh quando me deparei com Ó<br />
"a vagem em pino"<br />
,capsula<br />
e os emuladores palatais<br />
<i>AAHHHHHH que delicia!!</i><br />
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quando movives aki, o futuro... </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">u show-és a ocitocina<br />
vive-se numa linha de silvados<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>esta garganta de Rás</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>em dois lances de subida</i></span><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; text-align: center;">e o sherpa</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i> o crispa espiritual</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>se aproxima:</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>_ De macias limas</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i> ora i</i></span><i style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">da </i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i> finda iônica asa...</i></span><br />
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<i style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">o guia</i><br />
<i style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">tem franja</i><br />
<i style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">e aquece.</i></div>
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<i style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">arregalada geleira</i><br />
<i style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">nos avermelha</i><br />
<i style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">vos racha</i><br />
<i style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">me três calos</i></div>
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<i style="color: black; font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; white-space: normal;">chupa gelo</i><br />
<i style="color: black; font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; white-space: normal;">perde extremidades</i></div>
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-19089962517908427242019-02-24T12:15:00.001-08:002020-06-11T16:42:17.962-07:00São José<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">U</span>m desaparecido<br />
peça potencial base<br />
provado como um bom carvão<br />
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um retorcido de músculos<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">O</span>ra latido<br />
ora mineral<br />
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no desmaio da goiva<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">tudo</span> centrifuga<br />
colidindo móveis e uivos<br />
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-49697172665417392162018-12-01T09:33:00.000-08:002020-07-14T16:08:19.035-07:00Clark<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
medido em milímetros<br>
o impacto<br>
de um extremo oxidável<br>
de cabeça reta<br>
para-choque de comboios geômetras<br>"a baleia"<br>
específica cachalote<br>
esconde em sua caixa estomacal<br>
o estribo<br>
a prensa<br>os esquadros<br>Da rigidez das investidas<br>
formas retas de um abraço<br>
o balanço do choque<br>
seu parceiro é o estrondo</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">assobios <br>
são arestas bem parafusadas<br>
capazes de baterem, rachar<br>e o que vaza entre os veios<br>
calcifica<br>
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-2706047716486866622018-11-13T15:00:00.000-08:002018-12-16T05:07:42.108-08:00Pano de chão <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
no beiço russo de Josias<br />
na proa de Antônia<br />
prego torto<br />
um verão de bananinhas amarelas entupindo a calha<br />
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e as roubadas de Tânia?<br />
pulando muro rasgando o top<br />
...<br />
o terreno invadindo com a chuvinha mansa<br />
floresce no espelhinho de bolso de Suzana<br />
o crespo capim-gordura<br />
...<br />
personagens se cruzam<br />
seguem o maneta<br />
Lúcio mata Lúcio<br />
maré sobe limpando o transito os edifícios<br />
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-88284517493168770992018-10-12T06:27:00.001-07:002021-01-30T09:28:23.848-08:00Virado de mesa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>II</b></div>
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agora o branco isopor esfarelado</div>
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e inúmeras bolinhas leves</div>
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tocadas pelo mormaço</div>
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saltam avante pela rua</div>
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<b>III </b></div>
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será que um dia<br />
para trás do bloco<br />
os foliões<br />
seguirão ou darão voltas?<br />
(...)<br />
no retornar<br />
precisarei desfazer de algumas articulações<br />
lançando-as com força para fora do vagão<br />
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daí o ato do futuro</div>
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as próteses capotando pelos trilhos<br />
o metálico e o coro</div>
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a umidade oxidando aquele zinco</div>
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us anos luz</div>
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<b>V</b><br />
aquela paixão louca<br />
o bate-estaca<br />
a neurose e seu peso de farinha<br />
o medo esperando o paciente<br />
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<b>VI</b></div>
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aperto bem a presilha</div>
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e o salto</div>
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é um mergulho duro </div><div style="text-align: right;">na geleia</div><div style="text-align: right;"> magmática</div>
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-38814976660658915092018-08-29T17:34:00.001-07:002021-01-30T09:32:56.950-08:00Queria ser Maria Callas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
sou Heitor mão de mármore<br />
humorista arregalado<br />
sou aquela barriga luminosa<br />
o gigante da foto de Henrique torácico<br /> o manhoso<br />vou ver Fernanda café,<br />
Valéria40<br /> e a cantora três pontana<br /> de minas<br />
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-20508277526644283472018-05-06T06:01:00.000-07:002018-05-06T06:01:03.537-07:00Futurível <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-80116552543051001042017-08-26T09:20:00.001-07:002017-08-26T09:20:02.993-07:00"Quadras ao gosto" irregular<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-76597752439411457862017-08-15T17:06:00.000-07:002020-06-21T08:02:28.598-07:00Empreita<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>I</b><br />
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no dia 15/08/2170<br />
uma série de paredes encalhou em Montserrat<br />
_senão a maior catástrofe da história marítima! parecia miragem, pintores de parede de todo o mundo vieram pra cá, morreram muitos tentando atravessar, os que conseguiram chegar até lá, lixaram até acabar com o papel da lixa, depois lixaram com as palmas das mãos, lixaram com o resto do antebraço e assim foi indo, até não sobrar nada deles...<br />
_foi o maior naufrágio da vertical!<br />
dizia Seupintor segurando algumas lixas nas margens<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Franz Kline</span></b></td></tr>
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<b>II</b><br />
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a cal virgem que neva<br />
o mais gelo<br />
o mais água<br />
desliza pincel<br />
desempena<br />
os rolos escorrendo<br />
os seguimentos da pintura<br />
braçadas e braçadas<br />
e continua um ovo<br />
o arquiteto avalia,<br />
o proprietário rói<br />
ressoam as latas de 20lts.<br />
e eis a medida<br />
_ simples, vamos usar a cor branco-ejaculação para dar mais vida na casa!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Franz Kline</span></b></td></tr>
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<b>III</b><br />
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apenas quatro paredes são o necessário p/<br />
fechar homens num salar<br />
eles s el es le s<br />
sele<br />
lese<br />
agora microbactérias<br />
agora evoluídos<br />
adaptados<br />
de boca fechadas<br />
de olhos esbugalhados<br />
de cu de ferro<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Frans Kline</span></b></td></tr>
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IV</b><br />
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<b><br /></b>inúmeros carrinhos de mão sobrepostos no horizonte<br />
árabes sob a luz da gema marretando uma ponte<br />
recebendo em troca tapetes de grama<br />
...<br />
da piscina imunda de rubis ao norte<br />
o médico-suspeito a confirmar se o seu nome é aço<br />
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-69529554920541916392017-08-11T03:28:00.000-07:002017-08-11T14:58:01.871-07:009 graus<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
creio numa parte da velhice<br />
no seu despertar cedo<br />
e rezo baixo pela posteridade<br />
assim quero acordar<br />
às 5<br />
estar de pé<br />
respirando<br />
enquanto os moradores ainda entulhados<br />
sonham<br />
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olha lá!<br />
um Matusalém<br />
com as suas lãs camuflantes<br />
cores de pombos<br />
cores de feira<br />
cores da torre da igreja<br />
trajando uma cidade invisível<br />
<br />
tal corpo<br />
uma metade meditando<br />
outra passeando a 2, a sós<br />
indo pra missa, pra padaria,<br />
as voltas as voltas as voltas na praça<br />
contornando a si próprio<br />
uma translação estranha<br />
nas proximidades asperas<br />
do sossego<br />
<br />
olha ele<br />
comentando o cafézinho<br />
um culto a alma persistente<br />
a mão direita trêmula<br />
onde o signo agora descansa<br />
na sua frase de efeito:<br />
<i>poucos homens conhecem o "arrebol"</i><br />
<i>aquele andarilho rarefeito</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Maurice Utrillo</span></b></td></tr>
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Lucas Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04076133419570712413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329225194668622333.post-75912043075822821182017-07-09T07:17:00.000-07:002017-09-03T17:07:40.640-07:00Metonímia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-align: right;"><i>aguarde</i></span><br />
<span style="text-align: right;"><i>vou levar a gaiola para tomar sol, pois breve será o dia</i></span></div>
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<i>ao pescoço caberá apenas achar</i></div>
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<i>o equilíbrio da cabeça</i></div>
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<i> e meditar que a nata do leite boia</i><br />
<i>...volto as 17hs</i></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(bilhete de uma diária)</span></b></div>
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pela manhã<br />
ainda articulada<br />
toda sombreada em folhas<br />
seus intervalos com e sem<br />
<br />
no volver do retrovisor<br />
avisto sua silhueta quadrada titubeando<br />
um calafrio<br />
e o distanciar comum das coisas<br />
<br />
acabou desabando da marquise<br />
seu estrondo na calçada<br />
uma revoada de pombos desprendeu do chão<br />
<br />
reaproveitada por um feirante<br />
virou<br />
um caixote de feira<br />
de peso nos braços suor<br />
cheirando peixaria frutas da época<br />
hortaliças aves exóticas<br />
tilápias no fundo gelo<br />
<br />
vou em sua direção e levo o reencontro<br />
um passeio respeitoso<br />
seu estanque de 45 graus<br />
seu novo amigo de estimação no ombro<br />
um ouriço, conheceu na feira<br />
<br />
ela ventilada<br />
troca de pele<br />
estampa camisas<br />
<br />
aerocubo<br />
de fina limagem<br />
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