tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68046902904066219542024-03-13T21:25:47.165+00:00Calçada dos SentimentosUma calçada para subir com o fulgor da paixão e descer com a convicção de regressar. Um espelho de momentos de contemplação, em que sentado num degrau observo, ouço e sinto privilégios que me sejam concedidos. Um lugar de recato onde semear divagações será a forma de descobrir novos caminhos.Caminheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346072801445505732noreply@blogger.comBlogger761125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804690290406621954.post-10409290881870048152018-07-18T13:00:00.000+01:002018-07-18T13:00:02.422+01:00Fim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: white;">perguntas-me, com alguma frequência, se não sonho… e eu sem te dizer que, entre tanto, sonho com uma incaracterística manhã, junto ao mar. sentados, nós dois, numa esplanada. com um livro rasgando as horas. uma água e um café, o teu, sobre a mesa. e uma brisa de maresia. depois, depois preparar o almoço. com amor. fazê-lo. porque à hora da sesta será tempo de regressar-te. à pele. e, enquanto dorm</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline;">es, imaginar-me protagonista. num romance que nunca escreverei. ao fim da tarde voltar ao mar. se possível, molhar os pés na areia. salgá-los no oceano. porque o dia precisa de tempero. e os sonhos querem-se adoçados.<br />perguntas-me, amiúde, o que sonho… não precisas fazê-lo. quando pousas a tua cabeça no meu peito. e os teus dedos continuam a tactear estradas que tão bem conhecem. é noite. e o romance ainda não acabou. e sonhar contigo é uma viagem interminável.</span></span>Caminheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346072801445505732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804690290406621954.post-41252486057409704552016-06-18T19:05:00.000+01:002016-06-18T19:05:00.171+01:00Quero<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;">quero noites escancaradas </span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;">sobre o frémito dos sonhos,</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;">o degelo da carne</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;">rasgando-se em poema,</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;">quero o imperativo de um voo</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><br />sobre a incerteza da manhã,<br />o tremor do branco<br />sobre a aguarela do gesto,<br />quero o murmúrio da dança<br />no corpo já sem endereço,<br />o ensaio da linguagem<br />nos silêncios sem nome<br />e o dicionário de teu olhar<br />entregando-se<br />ao desvelo da leitura.</span></span>Caminheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346072801445505732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804690290406621954.post-29919098406475411472015-12-30T19:09:00.000+00:002015-12-30T19:09:00.997+00:00No teu ventre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">até que o seu brilho seja marca</span><br />
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que se acumulavam em linhas e parágrafos e páginas e capítulos que ela lia.
Aglomeravam-se como as pessoas na carruagem onde a manhã corria, sobre carris,
rumo a um destino que parecia comum. Interrompendo a concentração da narrativa
que o autor lhe oferecia, sentiu o olhar a seu lado invadir-lhe as páginas. Uma
brisa há muito não experimentada, tocou-lhe o âmago. Espontaneamente
assegurou-se de que a leitura seria possível a dois pares de olhos. E a
descrição que seguia começou a ser conquistada por um questionar exterior: o que
o levaria a seguir as palavras que em leitura lhe oferecia? Começou a demorar o
virar de página com um espaço de tempo em que adivinhava a leitura dele já
terminada. Sentia-lhe fervilhar, como se a ficção fosse realidade, a
descoberta, a aventura, o desejo. Aos poucos a cidade ia apoderando-se de passageiros
e a carruagem vazando. Com as páginas folheando-se a caminho do epílogo, as
estações guardaram todos os viajantes. Na longa carruagem, agora, só ele
permanecia com ela. Lado a lado, numa proximidade inquietante. Todos os outros
lugares vazios. Desnecessários. No meio dos parágrafos imaginou-se transparente
como a musselina da blusa que trazia vestida. Sonhava! que palavras se
escreviam a partir da sua imaginação e ele poderia lê-las. Dizer-lhe mais do
que as escritas no seu livro e que nesta manhã partilhava, inverosimilmente,
com um desconhecido. Subitamente, ele levantou-se, encaminhou-se para a porta e
na paragem seguinte saiu. Sem uma única palavra, sem um único olhar para além
do que lhe deixara pelas linhas partilhadas, sem rasto. O livro ficou por
concluir… quantas histórias haverá por terminar porque páginas ficaram em suspenso?... quantas viagens se diluem porque os destinos não coincidem?...</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Caminheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346072801445505732noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804690290406621954.post-78673341311178703882015-09-17T19:32:00.000+01:002015-09-17T19:32:00.406+01:00se eu pudesse tocar-te...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">se eu pudesse tocar-te<br />perder-me-ia na sinuosidade da descoberta.<br />se eu pudesse tocar-te<br />embalaria em sopros, suspiros e percussões em surdina,<br />afinaria as cordas que me atam em ansiedade,<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />as mãos flutuariam entre a forma e o desejo,<br />e inventaria a sonoridade das gargantas abafadas.<br />se eu pudesse tocar-te<br />desafinar-me-ia em cada teu canto,<br />curvilíneo poema de um corpo por encantar.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background: white;">entardeço a cada
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horizonte</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Passeio pela música como poderia ser no topo de uma arriba. Num contínuo agudo, melódico e encantatório, ouço as fragas que te chamaram. Tocas no mar. E os dedos salgam as teclas. O vento rasga a paisagem e um insinuador tango arrebata os sentidos. Quem lhe consegue resistir? Quem não se deixa tentar por esse afoguear dos corpos? Ouço-te. Sorris. Ris como quem se vangloria da vitória por ter antecipado a partida. As tuas mãos também riam, antes de partires. Seduziam a vida como só os génios conseguem. Deixam-nos partidos, músicas inteiras, tocadas antes da tua partida. Restam-nos tempos interrompidos, preenchidos com expectativas de excertos que se completem. Antes de partirmos.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #b45f06; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">era uma vez um tempo em que os dias especiais tinham data.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">mas o rio da vida foi afundando esse sabor particular às datas que se distinguiam das demais.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">hoje, os dias especiais não passam de casas meio vazias, por vezes habitadas pela surpresa de instantes dispersos que emudece as expectativas.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">trazes o cheiro a terra molhada</span><br style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">e versos, que não sabes,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">escrevem-te desejos moldados ao corpo.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">amanheces cores de madrugada</span><br style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">e eu lavo, em ti, meu olhar.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.32px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br />voa-te dos dedos a intransigência dos gestos,<br />mil vezes ensaiados em lençóis de linho vazio.<br />pouso a vida num teorema adiado<br />e desfaço em sementes o manto de solidão<br />... enquanto dizes bom dia<br />e me fazes caminho.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">desviem de mim os parcos raios de sol.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">não quero calendários em contagem decrescente,</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">enquanto tua volúpia me for cela,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">sussurrando na escrita que me é ópio.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">a tua mão</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">esquecida sobre o meu peito...</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">esfriando na distância,</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">derrete a insistência de um fogo</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">há muito extinto,</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">congela horas cheias de vazio;</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">a tua mão</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">esquecida sobre o meu peito</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">é a fragilidade de abandonarmos vida.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">era... talvez fosse um pássaro. só poderia ser uma ave que sobrevoou o cálice e, com uma brisa, ergueu uma lacónica ondulação na sícera intacta. só podem ser de asas, os rumores que se constroem em ninho, no meu peito. e que crescem em sismo abalando a lucidez, a racionalidade, a quietude. nada permanece vertical. perdi os passos, perdi o pé e o solo. mas para que precisaremos do chão, se caminham</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 18px;">os sobre nuvens? talvez seja um voo o que se alojou no meu peito e me roubou a sobriedade. ímpeto anónimo que calou a razão. doce embriaguez que me extasia, mesmo que ilesa a sícera continue no cálice. só eu sei destas asas que me tentam rasgar o peito... e o meu voo já vai mais longe do que os pássaros.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">onde todos os dias</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">nos enfrentamos</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">onde nos prometemos ardentes,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">mas em que teimamos não pousar,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">é eterno o meu fervor</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">se me detenho em ti!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">disfarçamos a sede…</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">como um vento,</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">um rodopio de pensamentos</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">seduz-me e verga-me.</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 18px;"><br />na crucificação da atracção<br />o grito toma corpo<br />numa dialéctica de lamentos.<br /><br />há uma prece<br />e uma súplica de sangue<br />e um nome feito voz<br />em mortalhas de memória<br />por despir,<br />ecos do meu querer<br />feito pranto.<br /><br />elevam-se voos de feminilidade,<br />bordados em mel<br />e na amplidão de asas.<br /><br />sobre o frenesim de violinos,<br />sussurros espalham-se pelo chão<br />em pulsar universal.<br /><br />desenha-se um círculo de âmbar,<br />sinto o intangível,<br />na ausência de ti<br />construo-te presença<br />em que só a pele te sabe<br />aroma recuperado,<br />abraço impraticável.<br /><br />no reino de Hades<br />há jogos de invisibilidade<br />e cantam os anjos<br />serpenteando ,<br />por entre o vibrato das cordas,<br />a permissão de felicidade.<br /><br />carregar-te-ei<br />rumo à vida.<br />segue-me! segue-me!<br />segue-me até que a tentação nos condene<br />e a multidão,<br />elegendo-se juiz,<br />nos separar territórios.<br />dançaremos!<br />encandeados pela luminosidade<br />que nos é visão<br />e cegueira.<br /><br />depois…<br />depois, num labirinto de espelhos<br />a demanda de um rosto<br />que personifique a memoração<br />e justifique o crer.<br />depois…<br />depois fugirei,<br />tanto quanto possa<br />até ao lugar da morte<br />e aí me finarei<br />iluminado pela lua,<br />a única que ousa<br />roubar-nos em luz,<br />o sol.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nem sempre é fácil, nos regressos, recusar aromas do
passado. Ao regressar a Paris, para formalizar o rompimento com o passado,
Ahmad, talvez não adivinhasse o quanto iria ter de mexer no seu passado, mas
sobretudo o quanto o presente iria dificultar os passos imediatos para o
futuro. Ao regressar, Ahmad, vê-se envolvido num trama de dilemas morais e
emocionais que, frequentes vezes, mais do que realidades, são suposições com
que as complexidades humanas fazem tremer os dias.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Quantas ruínas se poderão descobrir num regresso ao passado?
Quantas feridas, abertas por mal-entendidos, ficarão por sarar por não se
enfrentar, um regresso ao passado, com a capacidade de franquear a verdade e
desmistificar segredos?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Com este regresso a um conflito familiar, em “O Passado”, Asghar
Farhadi – vencedor do Óscar para Melhor Filme Estrangeiro 2012 – revela-nos
ainda que enquanto uns recusam aromas para romperem com uma vida passada de que
tentam fugir no presente, para outros a fragrância do passado é a forma de
devolver à vida quem se recusara a continuar presente.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Caminheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346072801445505732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804690290406621954.post-42539569520821354002014-01-17T19:30:00.000+00:002014-01-28T10:13:25.770+00:00Criação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">onde só existe a tua boca</span></div>
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Caminheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346072801445505732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804690290406621954.post-83448522785783195602013-12-13T19:04:00.000+00:002013-12-13T19:04:00.342+00:00Formas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">é nesse teu modo irreverente de seres oceano que encontro as
formas do teu mar, os limites da minha vontade ancorando nas margens do teu
desejo e o sal da sede demorando-se nas ondas que atormentam os corpos.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Caminheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346072801445505732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804690290406621954.post-75210857011981566642013-12-11T19:21:00.000+00:002013-12-11T19:21:00.031+00:00Mulher<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white;">... como se ela
fosse uma obra de arte.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">contemplou-a!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">... como se um
modelo fosse.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">tocou-lhe!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">... como se a pele
lho pedisse.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">beijou-a!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">... como se a boca
falasse.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">e amou-a só...</span><br />
</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">como uma mulher
poderá ser!</span><span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Caminheirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346072801445505732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6804690290406621954.post-18389254776703655372013-12-09T19:56:00.000+00:002013-12-10T12:00:59.276+00:00Romance de um dia de estrada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">chegou-lhe na maresia das horas.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">soltou uma página do manancial que lhe é sangue</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">e ela, enfeitiçada pelo que ouvira,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">que ele pagaria com versos</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">e assim preencheram as horas</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">despiram o alqueive legado pelo rigor do inverno</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">para o ponto cardeal</span></div>
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