tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207905445387143172011-08-21T06:32:54.979-07:00... sou eu que me destruo nessa obrigação de viver. ( Dora Vilela )Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comBlogger871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-6572485248036136692010-11-23T11:17:00.000-08:002010-11-23T11:18:37.876-08:00todo poema recomeça quando pousa <br />simultâneos pés<br />um no claro <br />outro no escuro<br />nos dois lados do horizonte<br /><br />pouco antes de sumir <br />completo<br />absorvido por um vazio acolhedor<br />que o devolve aos excessos da palavra <br />e do silêncio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-657248524803613669?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-49320216623934393462008-10-16T09:05:00.001-07:002008-10-16T09:15:02.356-07:00sou<br />este desabrigo<br />( um<br />não-lugar<br />ao sol )<br /><br />- minha <br />solidão<br />não tem paredes<br /><br />: entre<br />a cas(c)a é sua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4932021662393439346?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-30352305070567032742008-10-16T09:04:00.001-07:002008-10-16T09:04:46.336-07:00metade medo<br />metade monstro<br /><br />o resto é massa <br />de modelar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-3035230507056703274?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-74665529433884760142008-10-16T09:01:00.001-07:002008-10-16T09:01:27.808-07:00tão fria<br />e escura <br />a noite<br />parece <br />real<br /><br />: um<br />Poema<br />ignora<br />o poeta<br />e segue<br />mudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-7466552943388476014?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-84024268916777101392008-10-16T08:59:00.001-07:002008-10-16T08:59:50.858-07:00um <br />rio infinito<br /><br />deságua<br />na <br />imensidão<br /><br />do <br />poema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8402426891677710139?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-3501714964919450502008-10-16T08:55:00.001-07:002008-10-16T08:55:56.125-07:00foi<br />você<br />quem<br />disse<br /><br />tudo<br />que<br />sei<br /><br />de<br />mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-350171496491945050?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-12872312245606970932008-10-16T08:52:00.000-07:002008-10-16T08:53:12.513-07:00um <br />túnel<br />atra/<br />vessa<br /><br />o <br />Tempo<br />quando <br /><br />não <br />desaba<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-1287231224560697093?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-18230352855803381452008-10-16T08:50:00.001-07:002008-10-16T08:50:47.616-07:00quando <br />Você me olha<br />eu sinto <br />que Você<br />me enxerga<br /><br />quando<br />Você me abraça<br />eu sinto<br />que Você<br />me Abraça<br /><br />quando<br />Você me beija<br />eu sinto<br />que Você<br />me Beija<br /><br />quando<br />Você me deixa<br />eu sinto <br />que Você<br />permanece...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-1823035285580338145?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-43242175502035170852008-07-24T11:37:00.002-07:002008-07-24T11:38:15.249-07:00já no começo<br />da conversa<br /><br />transformo <br />nada<br />em<br />coisa nenhuma<br /><br />: ou<br />vice-versa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4324217550203517085?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-80344781279653831122008-07-24T11:37:00.001-07:002008-07-24T11:37:31.155-07:00sem carinho<br />nem amor<br />falta luz<br />falta calor<br /><br />transformo<br />em cobertor<br />meu tapete<br />voador.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8034478127965383112?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-37084520843589868462008-07-24T11:36:00.001-07:002008-07-24T11:36:28.419-07:00Quando te vi<br />pela primeira vez<br />- meus olhos<br />começaram a existir<br /><br />: arranquei-os <br />pra enxergar melhor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-3708452084358986846?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-17306448969095201142008-07-24T11:35:00.001-07:002008-07-24T11:35:36.882-07:00todo dia<br />é um<br />espetáculo<br /><br />que o Sol<br />assiste<br />escondido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-1730644896909520114?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-27664823986399270262008-07-12T07:37:00.000-07:002008-07-12T07:38:09.411-07:00as batidas <br />do coração<br />drenando<br /><br />um mar <br />de silêncio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2766482398639927026?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-19036282759652198492008-07-12T07:31:00.000-07:002008-07-12T07:32:26.886-07:00e essa vontade<br />de fechar os olhos<br />apagar o sol<br /><br />e deixar o escuro<br />no escuro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-1903628275965219849?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-58987940204645945032008-07-06T06:45:00.001-07:002008-07-06T06:45:42.331-07:00quando a gente se abismar<br />( Corpo beirando Corpo )<br />todas as linhas do mapa<br />vão tecer nosso Destino<br />então vamos nos perder<br /><br />costurados Um no Outro<br /><br />e na paisagem<br />onde Tudo será<br />o mesmo emaranhado de Nós.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-5898794020464594503?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-37250777567694313562008-07-01T08:48:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:48:27.265-07:00em <br />noites<br />de <br />sol<br /><br />minha<br />pele<br /><br />sua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-3725077756769431356?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-7109802267755686832008-07-01T08:43:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:44:16.397-07:00sempre<br />assim<br />pelo<br />nome<br />sobrenome<br /><br />: de <br />Querido<br /><br />- a Vida <br />me <br />chama<br /><br />de dentro<br />da <br />palavra<br />Amor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-710980226775568683?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-8703655883107465442008-07-01T08:41:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:41:22.923-07:00o deserto<br />é a casca<br />- o sol<br />o caroço<br /><br />o Oásis<br />é a polpa<br />: e Nós<br />os sabores<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-870365588310746544?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-83390347761474037622008-07-01T08:38:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:39:22.696-07:00perdi<br />minha<br />capacidade<br />de <br />te inventar<br /><br />- toda<br />linda<br />maravilhosa<br />( a Mulher<br />dos <br />meus sonhos )<br /><br />: e agora/<br />agora<br />você<br />não existe<br />mais<br /><br />nem menos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8339034776147403762?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-7498204316602643502008-07-01T08:34:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:34:43.199-07:00somos<br />um par<br />de Olhos<br /><br />na<br />paisagem<br /><br />somos<br />Um <br />do outro<br /><br />: a <br />Paisagem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-749820431660264350?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-22562503882702724032008-07-01T08:32:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:33:18.751-07:00sua <br />língua <br />em <br />minha <br />orelha <br /><br />acende <br />o <br />poema<br /><br />cresce <br />abs/<br />trato <br />é cobra <br />é pau <br />ave<br /><br />e <br />orelha <br />também.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2256250388270272403?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-87181974492560969792008-07-01T08:31:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:31:26.565-07:00no chuveiro<br />a Musa<br />irriga<br />a pele<br />solo fértil<br />( a parede<br />do<br />Mistério )<br /><br />: germina<br />poesia<br />acaricia<br />versos<br />lambe rimas<br />morde eros<br /><br />e<br />eu sinto<br />suas prêsas<br />fixas<br />no instante<br />( em mim )<br /><br />e sorrio<br />eu sou rio<br />& sou mar<br />gens.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8718197449256096979?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-90489388506126709802008-07-01T08:21:00.001-07:002008-07-04T06:44:49.387-07:00não sei <br />onde <br />dorme <br />a palavra <br />Paz <br /><br />nem <br />como <br />acordá-la <br />da <br />guerra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-9048938850612670980?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-29550687241054481692008-07-01T08:20:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:20:42.668-07:00tenho um silêncio<br />pra te mostrar<br />( no espelho )<br /><br />- quando o Sonho <br />amanhecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2955068724105448169?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-5885735489090586922008-07-01T08:18:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:18:53.917-07:00eu tenho um Sonho<br />pra te mostrar<br />( no espelho )<br /><br />quando o Silêncio<br />amanhecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-588573548909058692?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-45388692326774085872008-07-01T08:16:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:17:22.340-07:00deito aqui<br />os ossos<br />sem alma<br />e memória<br />: restos<br />apenas<br /><br />de tudo<br />aquilo que<br />até ontem<br />eu era<br />- não sou<br />mais<br /><br />: navio<br />e tripulação<br />(de amores)<br /><br />- fantasmas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4538869232677408587?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-83536981621963291582008-06-30T09:17:00.000-07:002008-06-30T09:18:15.781-07:00minha dor ruiu<br />sem nome e sentido<br /><br />joguei o entulho<br />no esquecimento<br /><br />não existe mais<br />( paredes em mim )<br /><br />: agora eu posso<br />ver a paisagem...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8353698162196329158?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-25558955564783954542008-06-30T09:15:00.000-07:002008-06-30T09:16:21.363-07:00sempre<br />nas praias<br />desertas<br />onde nunca <br />estou<br /><br />invisto<br />meu Tempo<br />esculpindo<br />Delicias<br /><br />- em areia <br />movediça -<br /><br />: depois<br />eu <br />desapareço<br />nElas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2555895556478395454?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-21943487364983620672008-06-30T09:13:00.000-07:002008-06-30T09:14:01.902-07:00hoje quero bocas<br />todas as bocas<br />unhas e dentes...<br />(depois escrevo asas<br />e vôo...)<br /><br />: decore minha alma<br />devore meu corpo<br /><br />que hoje <br />só hoje<br />(e sempre)<br />o poema é minha alma<br /><br />eu <br />sou a carne do poema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2194348736498362067?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-66987249671822199402008-06-30T09:08:00.000-07:002008-07-04T06:38:48.465-07:00fazia amanhecer<br />ou anoitecer <br />num abrir e fechar <br />de olhos<br /><br />as pálpebras <br />eram seus únicos <br />poderes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-6698724967182219940?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-69059587247999961622008-06-30T09:01:00.000-07:002008-06-30T09:02:14.122-07:00No escuro<br />o Mistério muda<br />de pele<br /><br />E a (i)realidade<br />nela tatuada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-6905958724799996162?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-86798420761213570332008-06-30T08:58:00.001-07:002008-06-30T08:58:53.152-07:00como se fossem ariscos<br />ainda os sapatos<br /><br />assim em nós amarrados<br /><br />como se fossem bichos<br />de estimação.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8679842076121357033?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-33516812042682352192008-06-30T08:54:00.000-07:002008-06-30T08:55:56.798-07:00modelados<br />então<br />na matéria<br />levíssima<br />do vôo<br />nem sempre<br />foram<br />possíveis<br />passarinhos<br />à partir<br />de outros<br />passarinhos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-3351681204268235219?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-44979479138337877652008-06-30T08:52:00.000-07:002008-06-30T08:53:22.986-07:0011 anos<br />e o brinquedo<br />que<br />eu mesmo construi<br /><br />quebrou<br /><br />: a minha perna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4497947913833787765?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-64055349535503906382008-06-30T08:48:00.001-07:002008-06-30T08:48:48.073-07:00meus braços abertos<br />e todo abraço<br />só acontece <br />na despedida<br /><br />meus braços abertos<br />são portas <br />abertas<br />só de saída(?)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-6405534953550390638?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-90643207462075382842008-06-30T08:46:00.001-07:002008-06-30T08:46:49.476-07:00aconteça<br />o que<br />acon-<br />tecer<br /><br />nada mais<br />acon-<br />tece<br />antes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-9064320746207538284?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-47838860373357900612008-06-28T06:58:00.000-07:002008-06-28T06:59:07.364-07:00traga<br />a luz<br />que<br /><br />o dia<br />eu<br />faço.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4783886037335790061?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-49352771004308571742008-06-28T06:55:00.000-07:002008-06-28T06:56:55.413-07:00eu sou<br />todo<br />arrepios<br />todo<br />arrepios<br /><br />e seus Lábios...<br />e seus Lábios...<br /><br />: duas <br />eternidades<br />pousadas<br />em<br />mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4935277100430857174?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-86169658837642336302008-06-28T06:54:00.000-07:002008-06-28T06:55:10.720-07:00a Tinta<br />que sou<br />não sai<br />da caneta<br /><br />com Ela<br />eu teço<br />tempero <br />o Aço<br /><br />acendo<br />o Calor<br />o Carinho<br />Afeto:<br /><br />a Palavra<br />Diana<br />é minha<br />lã.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8616965883764233630?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-83771419900939018252008-06-28T06:52:00.001-07:002008-06-29T19:50:40.184-07:00somos<br />essa Festa<br />de hormônios<br />e desejos<br /><br />todas <br />as Palavras<br />do mundo<br />em ebulição<br /><br />dois uni/<br />Versos<br />cantando<br />o Instante<br /><br />para<br />que ninguém<br />jamais <br />esqueça<br /><br />: o Futuro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8377141990093901825?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-14852586561894998362008-06-28T06:49:00.000-07:002008-06-28T06:50:05.239-07:00meu corpo<br />procura<br />o seu<br /><br />seu corpo<br />procura<br />o meu<br /><br />: Nós<br />somos um<br />no outro<br /><br />os dois<br />endereços<br />de Tudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-1485258656189499836?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-40782058982582266692008-06-28T06:47:00.001-07:002008-06-28T06:47:46.586-07:00eriço <br />teus pêlos <br />todos<br />enquanto <br /><br />teço<br />Passagens<br />secretas<br /><br />de entrada<br />de saída<br />no Tempo<br />no Espaço<br /><br />- em Você.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4078205898258226669?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-52219459419331944242008-06-28T06:44:00.000-07:002008-06-28T06:45:08.800-07:00acolhido<br />em suas<br />entranhas<br /><br />sinto<br />o calor<br />do mistério<br /><br />somos<br />(de)feitos<br />de estrelas<br /><br />nosso <br />brilho<br />é distante.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-5221945941933194424?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-6687291875657555282008-06-28T06:42:00.000-07:002008-06-28T06:43:52.542-07:00viro do avesso<br />o seu <br />Deserto<br /><br />: me abraça<br />com suas águas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-668729187565755528?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-25022210989473250232008-06-28T06:40:00.000-07:002008-06-28T06:41:03.052-07:00me morde<br />me arranha<br />me amassa<br /><br />reinventa<br />desinventa<br />e me deixa<br />o mesmo:<br /><br />- o outro<br />de sempre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2502221098947325023?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-62709926062151516292008-06-28T06:39:00.001-07:002008-06-28T06:39:38.609-07:00Vem Amor<br />mas venha logo<br />venha agora<br /><br />que tudo é tudo<br />e eu te espero<br />aqui:<br /><br />na minha casa<br />na minha cama<br />na minha carne<br /><br />- ou na sua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-6270992606215151629?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-33100406007585871442008-06-28T06:28:00.001-07:002008-06-28T06:28:47.416-07:00perda <br />sobre<br />perda<br />todo feito<br />de silêncios<br /><br />não dá pra <br />ficar em cima<br /><br />o muro<br />é alto demais<br />e apaga<br />o outro <br />lado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-3310040600758587144?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-80172590817277615572008-06-25T07:55:00.001-07:002008-06-25T07:55:59.962-07:00quando<br />diabo<br />foge<br />da cruz<br /><br />voa <br />em <br />minha <br />direção<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8017259081727761557?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-77884716533274611512008-06-25T07:33:00.000-07:002008-06-25T07:36:03.022-07:00Tão frio <br />aqui onde escrevo<br />as palavras<br /><br />não querem<br />sair da caneta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-7788471653327461151?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-51134285109266238132008-06-25T07:23:00.001-07:002008-06-25T07:23:46.277-07:00minh' alma<br />geme-a<br /><br />ela<br />não<br />eu também<br />nós<br />não<br /><br />existimos<br />ainda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-5113428510926623813?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-24742836309137253802008-06-25T07:20:00.000-07:002008-06-25T07:21:28.209-07:00os anjos<br />todos<br />que a Pureza<br />abateu<br /><br />jamais<br />assexuados<br />caíram<br />em si.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2474283630913725380?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-54876440195590212892008-06-25T07:17:00.001-07:002008-06-25T07:17:45.349-07:00A violência<br />cresce<br /><br />Nos dois lados do muro<br /><br />Que também<br />cresce.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-5487644019559021289?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-40534203184944113492008-06-25T07:10:00.000-07:002008-06-25T07:11:14.177-07:00- E se for amor...<br />- E se for amor...<br />- E se for amor...<br /><br />Repetia em pensamento.<br /><br />- E se for...<br />- E se for...<br />E se foi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4053420318494411349?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-4230395530871461622008-06-25T07:06:00.001-07:002008-06-25T07:06:49.750-07:00sou<br />a parede<br />onde<br /><br />colo<br />o ouvido<br />quando<br /><br />quero<br />ouvir o<br />cor-<br /><br />ação<br />do<br />segredo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-423039553087146162?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-75306866645179264952008-06-25T07:04:00.000-07:002008-06-25T07:05:22.660-07:00a mosca<br />e sua <br />aranha<br /><br />dois <br />mistérios<br />e uma<br />teia<br /><br />tecidos<br />do mesmo<br />fio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-7530686664517926495?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-89180125170301582742008-06-25T07:02:00.000-07:002008-06-25T07:03:20.651-07:00o<br />radio<br />que/<br />brado<br />em<br />silêncio<br /><br />em <br />silêncio<br />o <br />Silêncio<br />de <br />algo<br /><br />que<br />jamais<br />existiu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8918012517030158274?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-42658356880186662872008-06-25T07:00:00.001-07:002008-06-25T07:00:47.997-07:00Eu vou<br />deixar<br />você molhada<br /><br />Eu vou<br />deixar<br />você Eu vôo<br /><br />: ainda<br />mais<br />alto<br />e longe<br />e dentro aqui<br />na palma<br /><br />da <br />minha mão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4265835688018666287?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-68565558804542324762008-06-25T06:56:00.000-07:002008-06-25T06:59:00.017-07:00sou mesmo dono do meu Sonho <br />e da Noite acima do Azul <br />onde chamo as Estrelas todas <br />pelo Nome que só eu sei<br /><br />Tudo aqui é tão meu tão nosso <br />na Verdade e no Mistério <br />de cada Um - por isso Hoje <br />decidi amanhecer Passarinhos <br />cantando o Sol a Chuva o Vento <br />o Chão enfim o próprio Sonho <br /><br />que me sonha também.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-6856555880454232476?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-74879333363592159632008-06-25T06:54:00.001-07:002008-06-25T06:54:57.845-07:00o meu Sonho<br />não tem mais<br />- dentro<br />não tem mais<br />- fora<br /><br />o meu Sonho<br />( de Amor -<br />talvez )<br />não é mais<br />Sonho<br /><br />é <br />lugar nenhum <br />terra <br />de ninguém<br /><br />: está<br />todo revirado<br />por dentro<br />e por fora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-7487933336359215963?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-87421582574761062612008-06-25T06:53:00.001-07:002008-06-25T06:53:52.538-07:00mergulho<br />de <br />cabeça<br />no <br />seu Silêncio<br /><br />: o seu <br />Silêncio<br />é minha luva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8742158257476106261?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-6924729299697808412008-06-25T06:51:00.001-07:002008-06-25T06:51:59.268-07:00chego<br />a pé<br />: mãos <br />vazias<br /><br />ofereço<br />algo<br />que <br />você<br /><br />ainda<br />não<br />sabe<br />o que é<br /><br />talvez<br />mereça.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-692472929969780841?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-52459039996522128832008-06-25T06:48:00.000-07:002008-06-25T06:49:33.355-07:00Troquei tudo<br />pela Escrita<br />( eu sempre <br />fui trocado por menos )<br /><br />e hoje<br />não tenho nada<br />- nada mesmo -<br />: nem amor<br />nem poema que presta<br /><br />- mas ainda <br />acredito na Vida<br />sei que o Amor existe<br />e que a Poesia <br />tá bem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-5245903999652212883?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-81731581530986172872008-06-25T06:46:00.000-07:002008-06-25T06:47:35.635-07:00corto as <br />asas <br />de tudo que <br /><br />inte rompe<br />meu vôo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8173158153098617287?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-85509989966794758392008-06-25T06:45:00.001-07:002008-06-25T06:45:49.105-07:00no momento<br />estou só<br />carente<br />confuso<br />desprotegido<br />quebradiço<br /><br />: quase <br />agora<br />eu tinha chão<br />aqui<br /><br />onde acaricio<br />com a planta<br />dos pés<br /><br />o <br />teto do abismo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8550998996679475839?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-48409121434918159802008-06-25T06:43:00.000-07:002008-06-25T06:44:08.882-07:00quando nasci <br />ganhei <br />um Norte<br />um Sul<br />um Leste<br />um Oeste<br /><br />mais tarde <br />percebi<br />que <br />havia um muro<br /><br />construído <br />em mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-4840912143491815980?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-89053337980504161002008-06-25T06:41:00.000-07:002008-06-25T06:42:21.059-07:00<em>( plano A, plano B e plano C )</em><br /><br />se você<br />não voltar <br />agora<br />- eu paro <br />de respirar<br /><br />se você <br />não voltar <br />logo<br />- eu paro <br />de te esperar<br /><br />se você<br />não voltar <br />algum dia<br />- eu prefiro <br /><br />que <br />você não volte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8905333798050416100?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-36450161054061794702008-06-05T07:24:00.001-07:002008-06-05T07:24:42.754-07:00o deserto<br />que me atravessa<br />era um pote<br /><br />minha sede caiu<br />lá dentro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-3645016105406179470?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-26147401218288330952008-06-04T12:27:00.000-07:002008-06-04T12:28:18.396-07:00antes<br />- eu<br />me perdia<br />em você<br />- você<br />se perdia<br />em mim<br /><br />depois<br />- eu <br />te perdi<br />- você<br />me perdeu<br /><br />: nós <br />dois<br />perdemos<br /><br />o<br />significado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2614740121828833095?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-71191546011744012162008-06-04T12:26:00.001-07:002008-06-29T19:51:22.910-07:00paraíso<br />labirinto<br />ou<br />preci/<br />pício<br />o céu<br /><br />é um lugar<br />em mim<br />: eu<br /><br />voaria<br />pra lá<br />agora<br />se soubesse<br />onde<br /><br />estou.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-7119154601174401216?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-27437485196555487892008-06-04T12:24:00.001-07:002008-06-29T19:52:11.994-07:00Quase<br />corta<br />o papel<br />o risco<br />assanha<br /><br />poemas<br />monstros<br />que eu<br />não<br />mostro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2743748519655548789?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-10373007911074662712008-06-04T12:22:00.001-07:002008-06-04T12:22:37.626-07:00só <br />a queda<br />destempera<br /><br />o aço<br />do abismo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-1037300791107466271?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-20846318573467844802008-06-04T12:20:00.001-07:002008-06-04T12:20:52.657-07:00as <br />quatro letras<br />da palavra <br />cama<br />rangendo<br /><br />a<br />noite inteira<br />rangendo<br />(há milênios)<br /><br />o <br />silêncio<br />todo trincado<br />pode <br />desabar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2084631857346784480?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-91492856602675788422008-06-04T12:18:00.000-07:002008-06-04T12:19:00.757-07:00Meu vizinho barulhento<br />não me deixa escrever<br />- o mal amado<br />conhece minha fraqueza<br />sabe que<br />estou em desvantagem<br /><br />eu preciso de poemas...<br />eu preciso de poemas...<br />eu preciso de poemas...<br />preciso de<br />poemas pra ser<br />um idiota completo<br /><br />e <br />ele não precisa de nada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-9149285660267578842?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-60691295104785434052008-06-04T12:16:00.000-07:002008-06-04T12:17:14.181-07:00o espaço <br />em branco<br />o branco <br />no espaço<br /><br />onde <br />um poema quase<br />quase acontece<br />(jamais)<br />quando <br /><br />o espaço <br />ainda <br />cabe em si <br />e na cor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-6069129510478543405?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-55884895065719871692008-06-04T12:14:00.001-07:002008-06-04T12:14:49.675-07:00eu não tenho casa<br />não tenho carro<br />nem dinheiro<br />eu não tenho sabados<br />não tenho domingos<br />nem feriados <br /><br />eu só tenho: <br />este carinho<br />este abraço<br />este beijo<br />e essa Vontade<br />que dói tanto<br /><br />e não serve pra nada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-5588489506571987169?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-21272665378353872672008-05-29T07:05:00.001-07:002008-05-29T07:05:37.788-07:00havia<br />uma <br />dúvida<br />naquele silêncio<br /><br />um <br />silêncio<br />naquela dúvida:<br /><br />dois <br />caminhos<br />e nenhuma ponte <br />sobre<br />voando <br />o abismo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2127266537835387267?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-16719608480103315982008-05-29T07:00:00.001-07:002008-05-29T07:00:46.582-07:00estendido<br />no infinito<br /><br />tentáculo<br />telescópio<br /><br />tateando<br />a viagem<br /><br />que sobrou<br />da estrela.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-1671960848010331598?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-61480644403586032922008-05-24T06:34:00.001-07:002008-05-24T06:34:34.326-07:00este <br />sorriso<br />amarelo<br /><br />con/<br />veniente<br />(mente)<br /><br />costurado <br />na<br />cara<br /><br />é minha<br />única<br />cicatriz<br /><br />que dói.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-6148064440358603292?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-57538346203066976582008-05-24T06:33:00.001-07:002008-05-24T06:33:22.646-07:00os poemas<br />são<br />todos iguais<br /><br />: às mil<br />faces<br />do espanto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-5753834620306697658?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-82834740011081293372008-05-24T06:27:00.001-07:002008-05-24T06:27:34.128-07:00a Luz <br />das <br />suas <br />iniciais<br /> <br />já não<br />me <br />acende<br />mais.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-8283474001108129337?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-29483311780287776092008-05-14T06:36:00.000-07:002008-05-14T06:37:11.881-07:00tudo<br />que ganho<br />me ganha<br />também<br /><br />tudo <br />que perco<br />me perde<br />também.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-2948331178028777609?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-30108916937242009892008-05-09T06:38:00.000-07:002008-05-09T06:39:09.530-07:00sou poeta<br />de um poema <br />inacabado<br /><br />: ainda <br />espero <br />o inesperado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-3010891693724200989?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-16789370633001119592008-05-09T06:30:00.001-07:002008-05-09T06:30:30.126-07:00acolhido<br />no<br />silêncio<br />do<br />mistério<br /><br />tem<br />um<br />passarinho<br />morto<br /><br />(chocando<br />o <br />sol).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-1678937063300111959?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-67460420097384154592008-05-07T13:34:00.001-07:002008-07-07T08:47:52.704-07:00não sei onde<br />dorme a palavra<br />Pássaro<br /><br />nem como<br />acordá-la do vôo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-6746042009738415459?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-39854323782632828492008-05-07T13:31:00.000-07:002008-05-07T13:32:17.496-07:00quando<br />o invisível<br /><br />toca<br />o intocável<br /><br />: eu<br />vejo e sinto<br />e quase<br /><br />consigo<br />dizer<br />o indizível.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-3985432378263282849?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-77029916147898449322008-05-07T13:30:00.001-07:002008-05-07T13:30:45.968-07:00teu silêncio<br />não me acordou<br />pra vida<br /><br />só interrompeu<br />o sonho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-7702991614789844932?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-78214492708145181502008-05-07T13:28:00.000-07:002008-05-29T07:01:45.816-07:00tem dia<br />que o poema<br />se parece<br />muito comigo<br /><br />: só precisa<br />de uma <br />ou duas<br />palavrinhas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520790544538714317-7821449270814518150?l=ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0