tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52795034135573063042011-10-07T14:58:33.662-03:00douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-45429465609852200172008-06-29T21:09:00.002-03:002008-06-29T21:31:25.926-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/SGgljrLPi_I/AAAAAAAAACk/aMopt3gW6ho/s1600-h/P1010775.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217461463124249586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/SGgljrLPi_I/AAAAAAAAACk/aMopt3gW6ho/s400/P1010775.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">acolhido por memórias<br />sorvo do orvalho<br />mínimos sonhares<br />dissipados pelo tempo<br />amargo desse adeus<br />despido de ti</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-4542946560985220017?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-186487936887292242008-05-14T11:54:00.006-03:002008-05-14T12:27:23.802-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/SCsBtTQUVuI/AAAAAAAAACU/FqtL3eLljbo/s1600-h/DSC02378.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200252072503826146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/SCsBtTQUVuI/AAAAAAAAACU/FqtL3eLljbo/s400/DSC02378.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#cccccc;">CAIXINHA DE MÚSICA </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br /></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">abri o baú e não havia brinquedos– poeira e os sons amarelecidos do esquecimento<br />.</span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><div align="center"><br />abri o sorriso e não achei teus abraços de sol – solidão e o cheiro púrpura do nunca<br />.</div><div align="center"><br />abri o peito e não senti bater o meu coração – anestesia e a amarga brancura do perdoar</div><div align="center">.<br /><br />abri as mãos e perdi a nascente da chuva – destino e a cadência cinzenta duma vida poente</div><div align="center">.<br /></div></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">abri os olhos e não havia mais sonho – permanência e o triste azul soletrado desse adeus</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">.</span><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-18648793688729224?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-76315358633639868812008-03-22T23:27:00.004-03:002008-03-22T23:48:31.177-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R-XEHmVWZ7I/AAAAAAAAACE/4abmdt98Gv8/s1600-h/comercionovo+(15).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180762581187848114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R-XEHmVWZ7I/AAAAAAAAACE/4abmdt98Gv8/s400/comercionovo+(15).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">um homem só<br /><br />já não reconhece os traços</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">deixados pelo silêncio</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">quando chega o poente<br /><br /><br />e mergulha em si<br /><br /><br />pra não mais se encontrar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-7631535863363986881?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-58818938092283614932008-02-29T19:26:00.002-03:002008-03-03T02:23:36.044-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">eram ecos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">escombros</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">que de nós alimentados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">erguiam lentamente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">sólidos desamores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">emprenhados de medo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">esperança</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">palidez</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">ilusão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-5881893809228361493?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-7532398051375812562008-02-01T02:24:00.000-03:002008-02-01T02:27:24.509-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R6KthMNlLQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SjeJfhyybM8/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161878908645485826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R6KthMNlLQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SjeJfhyybM8/s400/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">míseros homens</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">às margens tuas</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">povoam de medo</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">a fundura do sol</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-753239805137581256?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-12233468862569750692008-01-25T06:52:00.000-03:002008-01-25T07:03:14.444-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R5mzisNlLOI/AAAAAAAAABw/D8-L1Hui2HA/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159352256694660322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R5mzisNlLOI/AAAAAAAAABw/D8-L1Hui2HA/s400/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">um único sussurro</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">e já não havia mais nada a ser dito</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">a casa crescera ao contrário</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">o céu ficara infinito demais</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">os medos raízes criaram</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">nos pulmões nos artelhos nas pálpebras</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">e aos sorrisos coube um acotovelar de justificativas</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">frágeis qual amor que um dia esqueceu de sonhar</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-1223346886256975069?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-43537648106716239222008-01-17T04:05:00.001-03:002008-01-17T04:07:59.644-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R47-hB0FT8I/AAAAAAAAABo/51fbvpAAyeA/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156338466761822146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R47-hB0FT8I/AAAAAAAAABo/51fbvpAAyeA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">refúgio a ser erguido<br />pontuarei meu desassossego entalhando estrelas<br />num céu diminuto<br />enquanto a cidade caduca<br />consumida por memórias febris</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-4353764810671623922?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-9119131346219499152008-01-09T01:49:00.000-03:002008-01-09T02:05:37.545-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R4RV6h0FT7I/AAAAAAAAABg/a9IM3iessz4/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153338337616285618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R4RV6h0FT7I/AAAAAAAAABg/a9IM3iessz4/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">não que meus ossos saibam</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">sabe o poente</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">as estrelas não</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">dos pássaros que secam em pleno vôo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">(folhas quando chegam ao chão)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">o gosto de céu que ficou</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-911913134621949915?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-3729038298447047492007-12-29T23:42:00.000-03:002007-12-29T23:50:20.778-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R3cGXG66rkI/AAAAAAAAABY/j9Rlg2PklNw/s1600-h/DOUGLAS+NOEL+060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149591692985937474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R3cGXG66rkI/AAAAAAAAABY/j9Rlg2PklNw/s320/DOUGLAS+NOEL+060.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;">espia o tempo<br />enquanto luzes brilham lá fora<br />ruas morrem lá fora<br />pessoas mentem e cospem e traçam planos<br />lá fora o que te resta<br />não escapa desse patético </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;">enfim.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-372903829844704749?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-89959868913659032972007-12-25T03:08:00.000-03:002007-12-25T03:16:01.742-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R3CgAW66rjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNTzFyQ2HDk/s1600-h/DSC02447.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147790302097616434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bjr2Zyi9-Ow/R3CgAW66rjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNTzFyQ2HDk/s320/DSC02447.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">tragam os vaga-lumes de volta<br />a luz daqui costura meus olhos<br />rouba um sonho atrás do outro<br />enxertando pontos embranquecidos<br />sobre as cores que sobrevivem<br /></span><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-8995986891365903297?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279503413557306304.post-20215207240435506132007-12-22T00:18:00.000-03:002007-12-22T00:26:03.442-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">contraponto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">ao que encerra a madrugada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">minhas mãos pintam girassóis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">onde girassóis não há</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279503413557306304-2021520724043550613?l=retracos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>douglas D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912133006550451387noreply@blogger.com1