tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610705877491762112012-02-16T05:59:31.150-08:00Sentir as palavras como sangue correndo nas veias...Carlos Camposnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761070587749176211.post-55168222861392119822010-02-19T14:46:00.000-08:002010-02-19T14:46:51.006-08:002010-02-19T14:46:51.006-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/S38UxzzUJ2I/AAAAAAAABLA/ugupxboSp48/s1600-h/arvorestriste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/S38UxzzUJ2I/AAAAAAAABLA/ugupxboSp48/s320/arvorestriste.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não me olhes como se o tempo</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">transportasse apenas o esquecimento...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não me fales como se as palavras</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tivessem apenas um sentido...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não finjas que a madrugada</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pode esconder todas as manhãs...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não mintas à tua alma,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">não ignores o peso das lágrimas,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quando o teu rosto amadurecia</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">na obscuridade do espelho</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">naquele fim de tarde</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">feita de chuva...</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761070587749176211-5516822286139211982?l=poemasditos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDitos/~4/QzyVHFaN-ek" height="1" width="1"/>Carlos Camposnoreply@blogger.com0http://poemasditos.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-ultimas-lagrimas.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761070587749176211.post-86816956853036546572009-07-31T16:37:00.000-07:002009-07-31T16:48:04.825-07:002009-07-31T16:48:04.825-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SnOCrvoqvdI/AAAAAAAABD4/1QMCBL7D9zk/s1600-h/edisponivel2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SnOCrvoqvdI/AAAAAAAABD4/1QMCBL7D9zk/s400/edisponivel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364775269161418194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recordo-te na espuma do tempo,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>recordo-te no acenar espesso</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>das palavras sufocadas...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recordo-te na alegria breve...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recordo-te no espelho quebrado</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>das imagens feitas de vapor...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recordo-te na fragilidade</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>das promessas de amor...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recordo-te na hora morta de mim,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>na ilusão que se acentua...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recordo-te na imposição</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>dos instantes vazios...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recordo-te na imensa tarde das avenidas,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>recordo-te nas noites à beira mar...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recordo-te nas rochas,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>repletas do teu luar...</b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761070587749176211-8681695685303654657?l=poemasditos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDitos/~4/U3IOGmdaCH8" height="1" width="1"/>Carlos Camposnoreply@blogger.com0http://poemasditos.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-espuma-do-tempo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761070587749176211.post-77608090441021146882009-03-18T16:44:00.000-07:002009-03-18T16:56:11.988-07:002009-03-18T16:56:11.988-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/ScGKDkuHLFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/UDSKLP99AEE/s1600-h/mulherlingerie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314680829275221074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/ScGKDkuHLFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/UDSKLP99AEE/s400/mulherlingerie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/ScGJv0QNOUI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2iH7WBxZVxY/s1600-h/mulherprazer2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Olhava-te na sedução dos teus lábios,</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>no imaginário das tuas coxas morenas,</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>sentia-te dançando dentro do meu corpo,</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>tocava-te, enfrentava o teu desejo quente e húmido,</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>contorcia-me dentro de ti até me pertenceres</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>nas palavras, nos gestos e nos gemidos...</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Olhava-te, rendido ao cansaço do prazer,</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>olhava-te bem dentro dos teus olhos apaixonados,</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>olhava-te e desejava apaixonar-me...</strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761070587749176211-7760809044102114688?l=poemasditos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDitos/~4/ccK2NxNQ6BU" height="1" width="1"/>Carlos Camposnoreply@blogger.com2http://poemasditos.blogspot.com/2009/03/apenas-prazer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761070587749176211.post-91170836060166012852009-03-16T17:06:00.000-07:002009-03-16T17:15:41.947-07:002009-03-16T17:15:41.947-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/Sb7rndsEeEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/QANzi-8KQzc/s1600-h/mulherred.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313943673560660034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/Sb7rndsEeEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/QANzi-8KQzc/s400/mulherred.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Das tuas mãos brotavam palavras,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>das tuas mãos nasciam sonhos,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>que se misturavam com os meus...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Próximas e distantes,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>minhas e tuas,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>alternavam entre o tudo e o nada,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>ora tinham a expressão do amor,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>ora o desalento frio do jogo...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Lembro-me do toque tímido,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>da memória sem trégua,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>da insensatez sensata,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>nas mãos desaguava um rio sem margens,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>onde te escondias até naufragares...</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761070587749176211-9117083606016601285?l=poemasditos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDitos/~4/wPrv3xq-mp8" height="1" width="1"/>Carlos Camposnoreply@blogger.com0http://poemasditos.blogspot.com/2009/03/nas-tuas-maos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761070587749176211.post-57727143804583241142009-02-27T17:03:00.000-08:002009-02-27T17:22:13.929-08:002009-02-27T17:22:13.929-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SaiQ7kPWTcI/AAAAAAAAA8c/q_xt_XwpIPY/s1600-h/lindamulher2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307651513870863810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SaiQ7kPWTcI/AAAAAAAAA8c/q_xt_XwpIPY/s400/lindamulher2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Lindos, os teus olhos volatilizam sonhos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">instáveis, mutantes, geram pesadelos...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Dentro do teu olhar naufragam desejos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">gélidos e cortantes...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Tormenta após tormenta,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">a luz azul do teu olhar derrete-se em cinza,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">numa memória esperança de um azul intenso,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">onde o contraste dos lábios vermelhos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">transformásse a sua palidez rosa...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761070587749176211-5772714380458324114?l=poemasditos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDitos/~4/mTeL3sAGm08" height="1" width="1"/>Carlos Camposnoreply@blogger.com1http://poemasditos.blogspot.com/2009/02/na-neve-do-teu-olhar.html