tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22085219905410887492023-12-12T14:14:04.502-08:00Poesias PontilhadasNenhuma parte desse blog, poderá ser reproduzida sem prévia autorização do autor, sujeito às penalidades da Lei Nº 9.610 de 19 Fevereiro de 1.998.C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.comBlogger1263125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-63438037976583479532022-07-07T17:18:00.000-07:002022-07-07T17:18:52.297-07:00<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
SONETO EM PAZ.</div>
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Deixem dormir em paz o meu soneto,<br />
Esquecido de métricas, tônicas e rimas,<br />
Nessas quatorze linhas amarrado<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />Fugindo das palavras desolado;;;</span></div>
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Formas antigas de escrever soneto,<br />
Usadas do meu jeito, sem consulta,<br />
Sem temas ideais e sem preparo, bom te jo<br />
Sem a licença poética, é claro...</div>
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O vento sopra e vem não sei de onde,<br />
Com palavras de amor pra eu escrever,<br />
Quem sabe, ao meu soneto devolver...</div>
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O ritmo, que falta nessas linhas.<br />
Deixem dormir em paz o meu soneto,<br />
Não são palavras certas, mas são minhas!</div>
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Dorothy de Castro.</div>
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C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-91388710629928279432020-06-14T11:05:00.000-07:002020-06-14T11:05:21.248-07:00Conexão<div><br /></div><div>Sentir a conexão</div><div>Com o medo dos limites...</div><div>A releitura glamorosa</div><div>Numa mesma existência o bem cuidar e a rigidez, numa forma de gozo que vale a pena ...</div><div>Se permitir </div><div>Sem ocultamento...</div><div>Brilho sobre brilho,</div><div>Não ocultar desejos,</div><div>Virando a pagina...</div><div>Leveza valorosa,</div><div>Irreverente.</div><div>Meu embarque imediato</div><div>A beleza oculta</div><div>O pé no chão cruzando os dedos...</div><div>E o casulo assombrosoa</div><div>Naturalizado...</div><div>Terá havido violência</div><div>No episodio?</div><div>E os filtros e o tabus</div><div>A premiar as penas?</div><div>Fico a contestar o lúdico...</div><div>Sofro opressões</div><div>historicamente...</div><div>Numa vertigem amorosa...</div><div>Penso na minha ligação!</div><div><br /></div><div>Dorothy Castro</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVzzUQAnasCPxSSqUNYrcA2dHXWPrXlDo8qA6kNkXQQ2PDLxC3G-gw07yj-7g_JQCQqdlQAGx4XpRGs8ifef-zL6lVS3Z3bwwCP31FFUK2MWNjEIf5Cri0Rie6QY6ttMZ8srsQS0_j98/s565/images+%25281%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="543" data-original-width="565" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVzzUQAnasCPxSSqUNYrcA2dHXWPrXlDo8qA6kNkXQQ2PDLxC3G-gw07yj-7g_JQCQqdlQAGx4XpRGs8ifef-zL6lVS3Z3bwwCP31FFUK2MWNjEIf5Cri0Rie6QY6ttMZ8srsQS0_j98/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-45294716968705067682020-04-02T10:51:00.000-07:002020-04-02T10:51:37.005-07:00MEDO DO MAR<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Joga-te ao mar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Que dele és conhecido...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Nele se faz teu lar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Nele, um amor bandido...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">De águas mornas,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Que te desenha as formas...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">O mar te ensina,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Que a água cristalina,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Vem das encostas ,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">formando corredeiras...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Nadas de costas,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Porém o que mais gostas, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">É se fazer de peixe,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Tão grande e sedutor...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Juro eu te amo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Mas o meu dilema...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">É o medo, tão covarde,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Do oceano...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Ah, meu poeta,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Tu és predestinado...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Faça um poema,salve um afogado"!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fizemos m trato,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Contrato de risco,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Um cisco no olho...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Um quase cegar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Maior sutileza,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Beleza do Tempo!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Escolho viver,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Escolho cuidar...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do corpo, da vida,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do Tempo...De Nós!</span><br />
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C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-59917874217627778512020-02-16T09:57:00.001-08:002020-02-16T09:57:56.289-08:00C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-37806026073936971282020-02-01T22:06:00.001-08:002020-02-01T22:06:35.529-08:00C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-66713313623123550822020-01-31T18:49:00.000-08:002020-01-31T18:50:03.060-08:00<br />
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Leia minhas redondilhas,<br />
Setessílabos poéticos,<br />
Que escrevi para você,<br />
Sinta nessas maravilhas,<br />
A saudade que inda tenho,<br />
Sempre que a lembrar-te venho!<br />
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Diz que é maldade a distância,<br />
A falta que nos fazemos,<br />
A ausência que nos tortura,<br />
Nosso amor em loucas ansias,<br />
O desenrolar da vida,<br />
O machucar da ferida!<br />
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Leia minhas redondilhas,<br />
Antes de mais nada, leia,<br />
Queria estar em seus braços,<br />
Em noite de lua cheia,<br />
Sinta nessa maravilhas,<br />
Setessílabos de amor!<br />
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Dorothy de Castro <br />
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Sua benção meu pai...<br />
Nem é por ser teu dia,<br />
Te lembrando em poesia,<br />
Numa lágrima que cai...<br />
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Aqui nesse corredor...<br />
Vejo teu rosto,<br />
Cansado, exposto,<br />
Lembro o amor...<br />
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O que tiveste por nós,<br />
Antes de ires,<br />
Antes de partires,<br />
Deixando-nos tão sós...<br />
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Da nossa mãe o pranto,<br />
Correndo pelos trilhos,<br />
Nos olhos dos teus filhos,<br />
Descia o choro santo...<br />
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Morreste, velho pai,<br />
Chegou a tua hora,<br />
Estás com Deus agora,<br />
Vai meu gigante... vai!<br />
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Dorothy de Castro<br />
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<br />C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-74651387562767822882019-07-21T17:52:00.000-07:002020-01-25T19:05:11.500-08:00MEDOS ABRAÇADOS<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">O que é o amor?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Uma dança suave, que dura</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">enquanto toca a música</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">do estigma da sexualidade...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">O abraçar dos medos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e dos defeitos...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sem o projeto da imagem</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">falsa, ondas azuis...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Detalhes inoperados...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">vestindo momentos,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ouvindo baixinho,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Seja dado, gostosinho...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Cada amor é único,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Presencial e significativo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">O pretendido, querido,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Trocar pequenos segredos...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Amor...De beleza doce!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-43217833647107424462019-05-08T21:49:00.001-07:002019-05-08T21:49:45.514-07:00RIMA ESCONDIDADe que me vale fazer verso agora<br />
Se mal posso te pedir que o leia,<br />
Se com justa razão a lua cheia,<br />
Esconde a rima e não colabora...<br />
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Ao largo, passa então o meu poeta,<br />
Qual beija-flor de mim enamorado,<br />
Anseia sucumbir ao meu pecado,<br />
Lamber-me a rosa, sua predileta...<br />
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Ilesa estou da culpa de safada,<br />
É só um poço fundo de desejos,<br />
É só o engolir desses meus beijos...<br />
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Diz que me ama, mas depois desdiz,<br />
Enciumado briga em poesia,<br />
Mas ai, só quer o meu amor mais nada!<br />
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<br />C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-1029584211269796712019-02-11T19:19:00.000-08:002020-03-10T04:52:26.119-07:00INTIMIDADE<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">De mim sou intima, sou escancarada,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">asas abertas, prestes à voar...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">vindo de longe, sou o vento forte,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">alguém que espera habitar o amor...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tão deslumbrada, tão desconhecida,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Num descontrole, quase noiva agora...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">tua camisa abrindo, a mão nos pelos...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">segredo desvendado na intimidade...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A lágrima rolando triste no teu rosto,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a emoção que forjas, no passar, no amar...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e tantas vezes, quantas me quisesses,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Eu me daria, louca em teu lençol,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">irrequieta, me fazendo moça...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">te beijaria afoita, à luz do sol !</span><br />
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<br />C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-67219208665297422022018-12-03T09:43:00.002-08:002020-01-21T21:17:22.737-08:00O HOMEM NOSSO DE CADA DIASeria democrático esse homem?<br />
Considerando que o amor,<br />
Tem vida própria, tem coisas...<br />
E onde fica a minha anomalia?<br />
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O amor é ciumento, sim, ele é,<br />
Ele briga com a pornografia exterior,<br />
Quer ser evolucionário, quer ser amor...<br />
Odeia dividir na matemática.<br />
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Alguém faz o espetáculo visual,<br />
E os peitos europeus estão ai,<br />
Para o sossego do nosso homem...<br />
Que vive na ilusão do encontro.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A vida é regalada do que é de gosto</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">posto que seja regalo-me de ti...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">minh'alma doida desfolha um mal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">me quer e eu... mulher tão louca</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">me faço rouca pra falar de amor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e expor delicias ao amado ausente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">compondo meus poemas fogueados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">que teus desejos deseja me supor...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Se essa paixão ficar inconclusiva</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e se batermos nós em retirada</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">não mais amada hei de ser por certo...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Mas longe ou perto só restando o fim</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">certeza eterna de poder lembrar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">que nem um verso mais terás de mim...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Dorothy de Castro</span>C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-78284837110834147032018-08-09T18:52:00.001-07:002020-03-10T05:00:22.807-07:00LIBRE<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">De toda lei, se cobre o meu amor,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e a liberdade que vejo se aproxima,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">eu sou poeta fazedor de rima,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">me rasgo em versos me perfumo em flor!" </span><br />
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Eu sou a flor, que insiste<br />
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o talo frágil se parte com o vento...</div>
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Me faço flor como pede o poeta,</div>
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empresto as cores d'algum colibri,</div>
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e no jardim do amor onde eu nasci,</div>
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vi florescer um verso em linha reta...</div>
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Sibila o vento me levando a vida,</div>
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me arranca a alma já desfalecida,</div>
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esquece o bandoleiro que sou flor...</div>
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E que preciso enfeitar os campos,</div>
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com minhas pétalas secar o pranto,</div>
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com meu perfume inspirar amor!</div>
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C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-59950452820048522292018-06-02T23:46:00.001-07:002020-01-21T21:04:34.605-08:00AUSÊNCIA<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Um dia ao voltar para os seus braços</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">esses que sonho estando em ti despida</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">tão tua e calorosa mais cheia de vida</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">canto resignado e corpos mais devassos...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Na ausência mais doida na lonjura louca</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">o verso pede beijos numa fantasia</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">e pousa como ave em galhos de poesia</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> sentindo o gosto amaro e doce dessa boca...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Querendo a partilhada vida tão sonhada</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">acreditando mesmo que inda seja</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">possível a boca ardente que me beija...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A ausência do soneto é tudo e nada</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">tão fora estou de ti nesse momento</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">tão longe estás de mim no pensamento!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">O dia amanhecendo e eu colocando,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">as pernas embaixo da janela, pra tomar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">um sol de raios quentes e a tua voz,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">chegando e falando de amor...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">O quarto estremecendo, pelos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">sussurros que eu te devolvia, e o sol</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">à me queimar a pele e o amor, à me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dizer, espere,.. já vem o céu...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A fronha de um bordado delicado,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">meus dedos se afundando, os</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">olhos revirando, pudesses ver-me...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ah, meu amor... Pudesses ver-me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-48234975370643225022018-03-17T13:56:00.003-07:002020-01-25T19:09:59.988-08:00EMOÇÃO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">E quando aos berros trazes teu amor,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">na embriagues sem nada ter bebido,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">acreditando em fragmentos lidos,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">em meus poemas à morrer de dor...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Ah, criatura quem me dera a sorte,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">de ser a tua amante e companheira,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">de acompanhar-te pela vida inteira,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">e que ao morrer não estranhasse a morte...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">E os lábios esmagados por teus beijos,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">e os olhos de amor extasiados,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">causando emoção em quem passasse...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Depois vem a partida a despedida,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">e o sonho novamente se faz triste,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">e a poesia é tudo que inda existe!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Dorothy de Castro (Poeta)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-21539319642514250962018-03-13T21:47:00.000-07:002018-05-21T22:03:21.472-07:00PERGUNTE PELO DIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Para que serve o dia, me diga,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">para que?O extasiar do dia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">a busca de uma nostalgia talvez</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">dança das horas, minhas senhoras...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Mulheres carpideiras que o choro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">cai em profusão, e o coração</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">nem sente, e se sente mente...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">então para que serve o dia?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Quer se fundir no homem</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">eterno lobisomem? Me diga</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">doce e apaixonada rapariga...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">para que serve então o dia?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
Respondo e não hesito ao<br />
responder o dia existe<br />
pra que chegue a noite<br />
e o meu poeta faça poesia<br />
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Na madrugada que antecede<br />
o dia!<br />
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Dorothy de CastroC. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-47775962899695462772018-03-09T13:08:00.001-08:002018-03-09T13:08:48.845-08:00C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-4386255239104225432018-03-03T09:08:00.000-08:002020-01-25T17:37:40.032-08:00TESÃO SECRETO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Havia o êxtase testemunhado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">pela poesia e mergulhado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">numa espera fria onde eu viria</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e seria tua para todo o sempre...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Os moralistas podem não gostar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">podem ofender e até apedrejar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">mas havia sim o amor atemporal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">aquele amor animal às vezes...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">beijar teus ombros e teus ouvidos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">te provocando algum tesão secreto</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">em forma de poema eu te daria...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Veio a distância veio a nostalgia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e as decisões tomadas pela vida</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">não vale um terço dessa poesia!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Dorothy de Castro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208521990541088749.post-82030233658780591632018-02-26T11:59:00.000-08:002020-01-21T21:48:36.402-08:00ADEUS ÀS ILUSÕESTe espero amor à sombra da marquise<br />
Te aguardo amor com todos os desejos<br />
Sei que não perdoas esses meus deslises<br />
Mas tua boca anseia todos os meu beijos...<br />
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O medo amor que tens de ser enamorado<br />
Talvez porque já viste a mesma história antes<br />
Querias ser ditoso por ser apaixonado<br />
O mel nupcial não febre dos amantes...<br />
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Mas que fazer se a vida escreve diferente<br />
Se o fogo desse amor que está queimando a gente<br />
Escorre em nossas veias em nossos corações...<br />
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E se eu não vivo amor sem esse fogo louco<br />
É que por certo amor também não amas pouco<br />
Então porque dizer adeus às ilusões???<br />
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Dorothy de Castro Orgasmo Poético<br />
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...C. Dorothyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294419749960125988noreply@blogger.com0